If Abicien hadn't arrived in time, Sarean couldn't have been sure to take down the group of Destroyers.

Even if they finally survive to the poisonous hair of Sharista with soft grinding and hard bubbles, without the additional blessing of the first sneak attack, the three of them are likely to have to pay some price.

Adult dragons are all legendary creatures that surpass the limits of humans, and it is certainly not a problem to deal with a Shivalra who is not yet level 60.

The demon's vitality is very strong, and it seems that the seriously injured Sharista will not be able to die for a while.

That being the case, Sarjan wasn't busy sending her back to the Twisted Void.

Anyway, the demon will not die completely in Azeroth, it is nothing more than returning to the Twisted Void to read the strip and resurrect, and after a few decades, she will be a good man again, it is better to take this opportunity to let her play the surplus value.

"Humph!"

Abcien is upset about the demons ravaging Nesario's lair.

Although this place has long been abandoned, after all, it was once a sacred place for the Black Dragon Clan, and it has a special meaning for Abcien, who is a black dragon, and he will not allow anyone to defile this place.

"The haunting Burning Legion, after 10,000 years, has begun to fight Azeroth again."

Sarian shrugged his shoulders and reminded: "To be precise, the small actions of the Burning Legion are not recent, as early as hundreds of years ago, Sargeras began to quietly arrange. ”

"There is time to talk about this topic slowly, let's go back to the Thunder Totem first, I hope that Volettar can also gain something."

……

In the future, Volettar will break away from Kael'thas who has gone astray, and take a group of conscience-bound High Elves to Naru to form an organization called the Astrologers, and be given the title of Prophet.

Although the Volretar of this plane is destined not to go down that path, the title of prophet is not earned for nothing.

Through astrology, Volretal was able to predict certain events that could occur in a limited period of time.

This kind of prediction is not necessarily accurate, nor is it very specific, just a vague hunch.

Many people have encountered a situation where they have never experienced certain things and scenes, but when they actually encounter them, they will have an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Astrological foresight is to capture these possible future déjà vu and manifest them to a certain extent in order to predict the future.

Vorrethal is not as capable of opening the whole map as the face of another Jebel with a prescient name, but the small-scale prediction is still relatively accurate.

He predicted through astrology an important event that might happen in the near future.

Someone tried to infiltrate the hospital room of Grand Chief Mura and let him die while he was haunted by his sickbed, and took advantage of the chaos to steal the Kazgros Holy Hammer, which was stored in the upper hall of the Thunder Totem.

Although it is difficult to see the specific characteristics of the person who started in the dream of foreknowledge, as long as he knows that the other party intends to take this kind of action, Voletal can make targeted arrangements and make a move.

As it turned out, Volethal's prediction was correct.

A female minotaur named Namo entered Mura's hospital room with a medicinal soup made of herbs, and today it was her turn to take care of the Great Chief, who woke up from a faint while on duty.

Voletal inquired about Namo in advance, and the results he received made him suspicious.

None of the Minotaurs of the Thunder Totem can tell the origin of Namo in detail, and they have the impression that Namo has lived in the Thunder Totem for many years and is a trustworthy compatriot.

But when it comes to the details, Namo's record is indefensible and full of loopholes.

"The medicinal soup is coming!"

When Namo cautiously walked into the Great Chief's hospital room with the medicinal soup, the scene in front of her made her heart chuckle.

Since Grand Chief Mura had been bedridden for nearly a year, in order to avoid further affecting his health due to the large number of people he had come into contact with, even Ulan had to report in advance if he wanted to see his father, and only with the consent of the shaman could he enter the house.

But at this time, Mula's tent was crowded with a large number of people, and some of them blocked Namo's back as soon as she entered the room.

Mura, who was supposed to be lying in the hospital bed, was long gone, most likely transferred to another room, a trap that had been set up in advance to watch someone step in.

"Uh~ Ahahaha! Guys, what's going on today? How could there be so many people? ”

Jael Rivermane looked the numb Namo up and down with deep eyes, and the eyes of the powerful shaman, who had just reached middle age, seemed to sparkle in his eyes.

"Namo? From the Rivermane Clan? ”

Jie'er asked with a serious expression, "Why have I never seen you?" Who are you descended from? ”

"Hmph~"

From this battle from the top of the Gaoling clan, Namo knew that he could not escape, so he simply did not pretend.

"Now that everyone knows, I won't act in this play."

"Poof~"

As a puff of green smoke rises, the female minotaur transforms into a ...... who is more than three meters tall Bald Demon.

The faces of the three chiefs showed surprise at the same time, and everyone present immediately drew their weapons and prepared for battle.

"Nasrezm, as expected."

Volettar came out calmly: "Give up resistance, and honestly explain the time and purpose of your infiltration into the Supreme Mountain, I can give you a good time on behalf of Prince Kael'thas." ”

"Whoa!"

Several bald demons with large bat-wings like Namo were thrown in from outside the door, and the moment the curtain was lifted, Namo could see that a barrier had risen in front of the door.

"Hahahaha!"

The Dreadlord Namo laughed insolently, "You guys are actually threatening the Burning Legion? Ignorant wretch, do you really think that a single threat of death can make us afraid? ”

"Heh~"

There was a contemptuous laugh outside the door, and a silver-haired High Elf carrying a six-handed demon walked in with a curtain lifted, throwing the demon on his shoulder in front of Namor.

"Of course, a death can't break your bones, but we have a way to make your life worse than death, don't think that only the Witch Society knows how to torture souls."

The Dreadlord under the pseudonym Namo twitched suddenly.

Even to the demons of the Burning Legion, the Witch Society is a forbidden word that is not easily mentioned.

Those crazy Hivarra delight in torturing people, trying to find new ways to do it every day, and to make the demons who have been thrown in for their failed missions to be punished.

Salian shook Shalista, who was lying to the ground and dying, and a translucent soul was forcibly channeled by him with necromancy and held in his hand.

"Uhh

As soon as she joined the hand, Salista's soul let out a terrible scream, and her six hands danced to try to break free from Sarean's grasp.

But Saljan only intensified the necromancy and immediately suppressed the Shivarra's struggle.

After about 5 minutes, Sharista, whose soul was tortured in every way, could not even scream, and knelt on the ground with her hands and feet down, her eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"Hiss~"

"Namo" saw this scene and immediately felt a chill rising from behind him.

He had never been to a witch club, and he didn't want to go in and experience it for himself in his life.

He didn't expect to be caught red-handed when he came to Azeroth on official business, and that a colleague of Sivalra, who was well-versed in the art of torture, would be tortured by a mere mortal to the point of losing his mind.

"Alright, let's decide."

A bright smile appeared on Sarren's face: "To say, or not to say?" ”

"Even if you don't say it, I can read your soul memories and rummage for clues, at most it will take a little time and energy."

Nasrezm would never have been loyal to the Burning Legion, and they would only recognize one master in their lifetime, the Great Denasius the Great, who created them.

"Suck ~"

"Namo" took a deep breath, glanced at Shalista, who was slumped on the ground, and swallowed nervously.

"If I do, you're going to give me a good time?"

"Of course, I will definitely obey His Royal Highness's orders."

Salian sneered, "Besides, I have always kept my promises, even to my enemies. ”

"Okay, let's be honest."

"Who told you to infiltrate the High Ridge and sow discord between the Droghbal and the High Ridge Clan, and how many demons have slipped out of the Tomb of Sargeras? What orders did the others take? ”