There is no forbidden space barrier in the Land of Fire, and theoretically any flying creature can freely soar in the sky of the Fire Elemental Realm.

However, this is only a theory.

It is true that there is no forbidden space barrier in the Land of Flames, but the temperature here is beyond the limits that normal people can bear.

During the time that Salian and Ashaman were squatting on the top of the mountain, they felt the pain in their lungs like being burned by the flames as soon as they breathed, and they simply chose to hold their breath.

Ordinary birds simply cannot survive in the Land of Flames, and if they stay for a while, they will be roasted in place.

Even birds with a certain degree of flame resistance can temporarily resist the heat attack, and their wings made of feathers will quickly spontaneously combust under the influence of the environment.

The dragon's form is too conspicuous, and once it takes to the sky, it will immediately attract the attention of all fire elementals, which is not conducive to the implementation of Sarren's beheading plan.

Therefore, Salian chose a firebird that is more integrated into the environment...... That is, the incarnation of Rukma.

Coincidentally, the Firebird is a unique bird in the Land of Fire, but it is different in appearance from Rukma from Draenor.

Now that the entire Land of Flames is at war, the only one who has time to observe the movements around him is Smodron, who was kicked out of the battle circle by Bellock.

However, most of Smodron's attention was focused on his father's grappling with an unknown Assassin, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to the difference in the appearance of the firebird.

Under the influence of many factors, the Sarenan, who had reduced the size of the Firebird, did not even deliberately accelerate, and landed smoothly and smoothly to the square in front of the Suffron Fortress without hindrance, that is, the place where Ragnaros and the Flame Lord quarreled before.

The fire demon guards guarding the Safron Fortress stared at the sudden appearance of the firebird in amazement, and in front of them, Salian swaggered back into his human form.

"Hi ~ Hello guys, then ......"

As soon as the Fire Demon Guards finally came to their senses and aimed their weapons at the intruder, Sarjan appeared at the gates of the fortress in the next instant, as if teleporting.

"Uhh

Eye-catching sharp cuts appeared on the bodies of more than a dozen fire demon guards at the same time, and pure flame origins gushed out along the wounds.

"Farewell."

As his perception of the power of time deepens, Salian can easily take out the enemy in a split second when facing this kind of miscellaneous soldiers.

Of course, the so-called moment here is seen from the subjective point of view of the enemy.

Sarjan sped up his relative time and reduced the relative speed of his enemies, causing him to appear to teleport and deal damage to a dozen people at once.

From Sarren's point of view, he actually spent several seconds inflicting wounds on the fire demon guards one by one.

As mentioned before, the intelligent fire demon is one of the races with a high status among the fire elements, but the combat power of the fire demon is not at the forefront of many fire elements.

It's not the first time that Saljan has dealt with fire demons, and when he was attacking the Molten Heart, he killed the Fire Demon Lords such as Rusifron, Kichnas, and Shaslar.

These high-ranking fire demons are not just clones like Garl and Baron Gatun, they are going to the Molten Heart in their main form to assist Ragnaros in the helm of the Molten Heart, and all the local fire demons are under the orders of the administrator Xotus.

Speaking of Exotus, after this guy switched to Sunderland, he gave full play to his advantages in the right environment, and he felt like a fish in water.

In Sarren's view, a race like the fire demon, whose intelligence is greater than muscle, should not be thrown to the front line as cannon fodder, and sitting in the rear to coordinate management and give advice is the most suitable job for them.

But alas, under Ragnaros, the fire demon also had to show his worth on the battlefield, and Sarian personally believed that this usage was really tyrannical.

As Ashaman had mentioned before, the highest-ranking person in the Flame Clan was now named Shannox.

This fierce one-eyed fire demon is the chief hunter under the command of Ragnaros, and has been patrolling the Flamelands with several molten hounds for a long time, and will hunt down enemies without mercy if they spot them.

In Sarren's view, the fire demon with strong combat power like Shane Knox is a genetically mutated individual, and it is rare to encounter one in hundreds or even thousands of years.

At this point, Shannox should be struggling with the other Flame Lords to resist the attack of the Kalimdor coalition, and if he can survive this war, Sarean will consider giving him a chance to prove that he is still a member of the Fire Demon, not only muscles but no intelligence.

After breaking through the blockade of the Fire Demon Guard, Sarjan's mind was full of messy follow-up layouts, but his movements did not pause in the slightest.

Once inside the fortress of Safron, there is only one path left, leading to the throne of Ragnaros.

Alerted by the barrage, Sarean kept his guard against the surrounding lava pools as he accelerated through the narrow and only passage.

Sure enough, just as Sarren and the stunned Ragnaros met eye contact, two huge lava worms suddenly emerged from the lava pool without warning.

However, with the precautionary measures in advance, the two Old Six Lava Worms did not cause any damage to Sarren.

When the magma spewed out of their mouths fell to the ground, Sarian had already flashed 5 meters away, and without looking back, he slashed out two sword qis.

"Heh~ The dignified King of Flame Demon actually plays such a small trick."

Ignoring the two decapitated lava worms, Saljan smirked and pointed the Valagaar sword in his right hand at the gloomy Ragnaros.

"Do you think this kind of indiscriminate means can get to me? Isn't that naïve, Ragnaros.

"You ......," Ragnaros said, with a twinkle in his eyes, "I remember you, in that battle with Molten Heart, you hid behind Sunderland's ass!" ”

"Oh, that's the case." Saljan smiled disappreciatively, "So what? You think you have a winning ticket in hand, and my little minion just came to die for nothing? ”

"Let me remind you that the last person to think this way was your good compatriot Olaquil, who, thanks to you, has already gone into the ground first."

"Worship me...... The gift? ”

Ragnaros shouted in confusion: "What does this mean! What does the fall of Olakir have to do with me! ”

"You don't know yet?" Sarjan deliberately put on a surprised expression and said mockingly, "If it weren't for the fact that you provided Olakiel with the wrong information about Sunderland, how could the Wind Rider confidently step into the trap?" ”

"I would also like to thank you for your ranged assists, thanks to which Sunderland was able to take over the Sky Wall so smoothly."

"Ridiculous! Never! ”

Although Ragnaros looked angry and disavowed, he had actually recalled some details in his heart.

Olakir did seem to have asked him something, but Ragnaros was annoyed by Ashaman's elusive assassination at the time, and only gave Olakir a very perfunctory answer.

If Sarean's words are true......

"At this point, it doesn't matter if you have it intentionally or unintentionally."

Saljan smiled and said with a heart-wrenching word: "Being a dog to the old gods is destined to end badly, your old friends Olakiel and Serazane have already taken the first step, and it will be your turn to be next." ”

"Prepare to be reunited with them in another world, Ragnaros, Lord of the Firedemons."

"Arrogant mortals!"

Ragnaros forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, raised the Safron warhammer in his hand and smashed it at Sarean.

"I don't care how Olakiel and Serrazane died, I will definitely win this battle today!"

"Oh?"

Ragnaros' all-out attack didn't hit the target, and the moment he raised his hand, Sarjan had already launched a flash spell to get behind the Firelord.

"Whew!"

The regrouped artifact greatsword left a deep wound on Ragnaros's left calf: "One thing to say, I'm curious where your confidence comes from. ”

"You don't think that I am still the little pawn who could only hide behind Sunderland and watch the show, right?"

"My lord, times have changed!" (End of chapter)