Although in the eyes of Sarena and Stellagosa, there are many wind elements that respond to Sunderland's call, but the wind chasers are self-aware.

Compared to the peak of the year, there are no wind elements that are willing to respond to his summons now, and most of them are low-level wind elements.

Faced with this embarrassing situation, Sunderland will definitely have dissatisfaction in his heart, but he also knows that this is human nature.

Today's Sunderland is poor and white, and there are only a few people who are willing to follow him and start from scratch.

After Sunderland's disappearance, Olaquil took the opportunity to consolidate his rule.

The three Lords of the Four Winds, who had secretly fallen to Sunderland, were replaced one after another, and there were no more followers of Sunderland in the upper echelons of the Sky Wall.

After thousands of years of hard work, once returned to the pre-liberation period.

At the thought of this, Sunderland became even more resentful of Ragnaros and Olakiel for causing all this.

However, the rice must be eaten in one bite, and the road must be walked step by step, and the steps are too big and may pull the eggs.

The Wind Elemental in response to the call is only in the early 1,000s, which should be enough to assist the mortal army in attacking the Molten Heart.

There was another thing that made Sunderland feel uneasy, and the few henchmen he trusted most at the beginning could not be contacted without exception.

Far away in the physical world, Sunderland had no way of knowing how the Sky Wall had changed in the last few thousand years, and he didn't know if those people were dead, betrayed, or had something else hidden, and he planned to wait until the end of this operation to attack the Molten Heart.

Almost confirming that no other wind elementals would respond to the call, Sunderland waved away the wall of wind blocking the entrance to the canyon.

As a well-known wind chaser, a demigod-level powerhouse of the Wind Elemental Clan, the wind is like an extension of Sunderland's body.

When Sarren landed under the influence of the Wall of Winds, Sunderland had a sense, and the two mortal friends who had rescued him had already rushed over to rendezvous.

Sunderland was surprised.

It had only been three days since they were separated from the two dragon descendants, and Sunderland had thought that it would take them at least a month to complete the forging of the weapon, but he had never expected it to be so efficient.

Or ...... They didn't forge the Sword of Thunder, but they just had something else to discuss with me? ’

With limited anticipation, Sunderland arranged for a more familiar veteran of the wind elemental to clean up the army in his place, and he accelerated to the entrance of the canyon to join the two of Sarren.

"Why are you here so soon? Did something happen? ”

Salian shook his head puzzled: "It's nothing, we just completed the mission and came to hand over to you." ”

Under Sunderland's surprised gaze, Salian struggled to lift the hilt of the Thunder Sword from the spatial wrap.

"Here, pull it out yourself, this thing is too big, I really can't take it."

Sunderland sorted out his mood for a moment, raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the Thunder Sword, and slowly pulled it out of the spatial package.

In terms of appearance, the weapon undoubtedly met the standards expected by Sunderland, and even exceeded it.

Sunderland tentatively injected power into the Thunder Sword, and the wind vortex in the center of the hilt, which had only been slowly spinning, immediately sped up.

"Boom!"

Attracted by the highly compressed wind elemental force, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the cloudless sky of the Barren Lands, and landed right on the sword of the Thunder Sword.

The weakened Sunderland could feel that this perfectly crafted artifact was slowly absorbing the surrounding free wind elementals, filling the energy deficit caused by its thousands of years of sleep.

Although the efficiency of using weapons to convert energy is relatively low, it is still an additional replenishment channel, which can effectively speed up the recovery of Sunderland's strength.

Sunderland's lightning elemental eyes landed on Sarjan for a few seconds: "I won't ask you how you managed to complete the forging in such a short time, after all, we are only a cooperative relationship for the time being, and I don't want to talk about it." ”

Salian smiled and nodded: "I hope that after this battle of the Molten Heart, we can strengthen mutual trust and further deepen cooperation." ”

Sunderland took a deep breath: "I hope so...... Now that the preparations are complete, it's time to surprise Ragnaros for a long time. ”

……

The Fire Demon King, who was remembered by Sunderland in every way, was still in the Fire Elemental Realm at this time.

Having just retreated from the battlefield, Sargeras returned to the fortress of Saffron to continue to follow the battle reports from the front.

As Sarren had predicted, the Water Elemental was fighting away from home in the Land of Fire, and their combat effectiveness would inevitably be compromised.

Neptulon also knew this, he didn't think that this raid would achieve much results, as long as he could hold back Ragnaros, he didn't attack very hard.

Neptulon's goal was indeed achieved, and knowing that the water elemental had launched a major invasion, Ragnarus had no intention of paying attention to the clone of the Molten Heart.

"What the hell is that traitor's nerves? He doesn't think he's going to win on my home turf, does he? ”

There are far more Flame Lords in the Fire Elemental Realm than the ones Ragnaros brought to the Molten Heart.

Rather, most of the truly powerful Flame Lords stayed in the Fire Elemental Realm to consolidate their position and territory.

Those who were thrown into Azeroth to expand their territory were the more marginal characters, because they couldn't compete for these powerful Flame Lords, so they wanted to find another way.

After the web spider was exhausted, Bethtilak echoed with a strange smile: "Eighty percent is so pressed by Naga that he has nowhere to vent, so he can only use our fire element to vent his anger." ”

Bellock, the gatekeeper of Safron Castle, snorted coldly: "Whatever that fish-headed monster wants to do, my lord! Order, it's time to crush their self-righteous invasion. ”

Ragnaros looked noncommittally at a fire giant of sheer size.

"What do you think, old friend? I've always felt like that Neptulon guy had something else going on. ”

The fire giant named Ragnaros is Leolis, one of Azeroth's oldest fire elementals, derived from the Wildfire that created Azeroth.

In terms of seniority alone, even Ragnaros, the king of the fire elementals, could not compare to Leolis.

However, seniority can only indicate that the experience is sufficient, and it does not directly represent a person's ability.

Leolis is a prime example of an old man with a lack of qualifications.

In terms of combat power and intelligence, Reolis is no match for Ragnaros, who ascended to the throne of the fire elemental.

But as one of the oldest fire elementals Azeroth had ever seen, Leolis didn't have too many disciples, a group that Ragnaros didn't want to offend either.

Ragnaros has always maintained a certain respect for Leollis, often giving him the opportunity to stand up and say a few words of his opinion.

The high-level leaders of the fire elemental world knew that Reollis's abilities were limited, and his opinions were often not on point.

Anyway, Leolis's scrap material could not threaten his position, and the other Flame Lords were willing to sell him a face, so that Leolis could often get the opportunity to speak publicly at the lords' gatherings.

Leolis's interpretation did not disappoint the Flame Lords.

"Conspiracy? I don't think that guy with a tendon in his brain has the ability to think far, I ...... back then."

The other Flame Lords rolled their eyes helplessly.

Appeared, Reollis's repertoire, wanted to boast about the year. ’

Ragnaros didn't interrupt Reollis' bragging, his mind drifting somewhere else.

'Neptulon really doesn't have the ability to plan, although he seems to act impulsively on the surface, but in fact, that guy will only do what he is sure of, and will not take risks easily. ’

'Since he dared to blatantly attack the Land of Flames, it means that he had planned a way out for himself in advance, and was sure that we would not pursue him. ’

'Why?' Where is his dependence? ’

At this moment, Exotus, the administrator of the Molten Heart, hesitated several times, and finally told his master the news of the attack on the Molten Heart under the persuasion of the last remaining Flame Lord and the only high-ranking Flame Lord of the Molten Heart, Grumanger the Incinerator.

"My lord, I'm Exotus, and I have something important to report."

"Exotus?"

Ragnaros was slightly surprised: "What's the matter? Did those black dragons start behaving again? ”

"No, that's not ......"

Xotus hesitated for a moment before he cautiously said, "It was the Black Iron Dwarves who betrayed us, they led the foreign enemy to invade the Molten Heart, and killed many Flame Lords one after another, we urgently need your help!" ”

"What?!"

As Ragnaros's fire surged, the pool of lava beneath him immediately boiled.

The Flame Lords, who were exchanging ears, hurriedly stopped whispering, and all of them, including Leolis, turned their gazes to the enraged Fire Demon King.

"I see, that's what happened...... Nepturon!

”