"Tear up, tear up"

In the land of Crystal Valley, which has been completely turned upside down, the struggle of Sunderland, the Wind Prince, who was pressed to the ground by the huge earth element Krogmer, became weaker and weaker, and the pure elemental power in its body was getting weaker and weaker due to its long-term imprisonment, and the pure elemental power continued to pour into the strange steel weapon along with the rift of Tyria's sword embryo and the elemental core.

The Wind Prince could feel that the strange weapon seemed to have been specially created to contain the power of the elements, like another cage for powerful elements, which made him feel very unwilling, just freed from the endless captivity of Ragnaros, only to be imprisoned in another damn weapon again.

But, what if you are unwilling?

These strange flesh and blood beings seemed to be prepared, and in the short battle, the means they used almost completely restrained the power of the Wind Prince, and the two powerful and strange elemental beings helped them, so that Sunderland could not exert its true strength at all.

But then again, although Delia's sword embryo was made by Magni and used the most precious materials of Azeroth, it was still a mortal handmade weapon after all, and it did not possess too terrible binding power, and Delia, who was always paying attention to the power of the sword embryo, turned around and shouted to the busy hoof girl behind her when she noticed that the snow-light blade of her sword embryo began to entangle pure lightning and quiet wind:

"Dornan! I'm almost at the end of my longsword charge..."

"It's your turn!"

"Wait!"

The hoof sister, who was still in high spirits just now, will look a little anxious, she squats on the ground, the curious little ghost Yuna squats opposite her, and the two hoof sisters rummage in the package, it seems that there is something unexpected.

Dornan held two quaint, very strange elemental shackles cast from unknown materials, she looked at them over and over, and then looked at the set of elemental shackles made of Mithril in the box in front of her, she grabbed her hair, and looked up irritably, looking at Yuna:

"Who put this strange thing into our salute? Did you put it in with your little trick-or-treater? ”

Dornan looked at Yuna in front of her suspiciously, she knew that this little ghost who had lived for more than 20,000 years always liked to be naughty, but this time, she did wronged Yuna, the little ghost chewed the hard candy very dissatisfied, and retorted with an unhappy face:

"It's not me! Don't talk nonsense! How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air! If I had this fun thing, I wouldn't give it to you! I've been playing by myself for a long time! ”

"That's what you're talking about..."

Dornan looked at the quaint elemental shackles in her hand over and over again, she had to admit that Yuna's tricky retort was correct, the strange elemental shackles in her hand were not made by the shamans of Draenor, the non-gold and non-jade materials were engraved with strange runes, which were not at all the symbols of any civilization in the world, but like the natural magic patterns that communicated between elemental creatures.

Although she didn't know the effect of the shackles, Dornan instinctively felt that the elemental shackles in her hand were better than the one she had brought.

Thinking of this, Dornan grabbed the elemental shackles, surrounded by Vanessa and Anduin, and approached the wind elemental prince Sunderland, who had been weakened by the extraction of elemental power.

At this time, the Wind Prince no longer had the domineering spirit he had when he appeared, and his little elemental power was extracted by more than half of Delia's sword embryo, and the material of the sword embryo was forcibly shaped into elemental friendly steel, and when Delia grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled the sword embryo out of Sunderland's elemental core, the two sides of the blade that did not have a blade were already covered with a layer of floating elemental light blades.

"Wow"

Delia's wrist flipped as the blade of the massive sword sliced through the air, bringing with it a dazzling arc of storm, and between the tiny jumps of blue lightning, the storm that could bind her opponent appeared.

What's more, the warrior girl can feel the slight rhythm of the sword in her hand... Although it is faint, it does have a consciousness of its own, that is, this longsword only needs to be recuperated for a period of time, and there is a good chance that it will become a truly legendary weapon... A brand new legendary weapon!

"Despicable mortals..."

Sunderland's wind-like voice reached the ears of everyone present:

"You have stolen the power of the Wall of the Sky by despicable means... The Wind Rider will not let you go! The winds of punishment will blow your bones apart..."

"No more nonsense!"

Dornan brutally interrupted Sunderland's curse, and she raised the elemental shackles in her hand and shouted to the weak Wind Prince in front of her:

"Let go of your consciousness and take the initiative to conclude an elemental contract with me, or I'll use my own methods!"

"Hahahaha, stupid!"

Sunderland let out a low laugh, its gaze falling on Dornan, it could feel the powerful elemental affinity in the body of the female creature in front of it, but it didn't give a damn about it:

"I was born from the storm of creation, and even if I were willing to make a pact with you, your soul would not be able to withstand the ravages of that storm, weak female... Even if you possess the Elemental Shackles that Ragnaros has forged to imprison other elements, it won't work... You do have a lot of potential, but you're too immature..."

'That's a risk I need to take, Sunderland... All you have to do is tell me if you'd like to serve me, that's all! ”

Dornan's understanding of elemental creatures is very deep, any elemental has its own character, among which the wind elemental, which represents freedom and unruliness, is the most troublesome, if they instinctively resist the elemental contract, then the shaman's contract ritual will become very difficult, although it brings elemental shackles, but for Dornan, if you don't need to use this thing, it's better not to use it.

She's not a dark shaman, and she's not very willing to forcibly enslave the elements... Not just because of the belief in the heart, but because the hidden danger of forcibly enslaving this path is very great, if something goes wrong, the rebellious elemental creature is likely to directly destroy the host's soul, and there will be almost endless troubles.

"If you're not afraid of death... mortals..."

Sunderland snorted, the arrogant Wind Elemental Prince didn't care even though he had just experienced a fiasco.

Anyway, the wind elemental thing is more or less neurotic, which seems to be inherited from the first wind element of Azeroth, that is, the characteristics of the wind rider Olakir, according to legend, Orakiel's personality is like the unpredictable wind, sometimes cunning, sometimes ruthless, sometimes cheerful, sometimes furious.

When Olakir made a decision, no one knew what reason it was based on, and even rumored that the strength of the Wind Elemental Maharaja himself would change with a change in his self-consciousness... In its burst state, the Wind Rider can even draw with the most powerful Ragnaros, but for the most part, it is the weakest elemental Maharaja.

At this point, in the face of Dornan's threat, Sunderland opened his elemental core again, and replied defiantly:

"Come, let me see if your soul can withstand this wind of creation!"

"Ah, you underestimate me!"

When Dornan heard this, he threw away the elemental shackles in his hand and was about to touch the elemental core with the empty wind elemental totem, but Vanessa stopped him.

"Wait!"

The Assassin lady drew her golden scimitar and winked at Dornan:

"I probably understood your communication, this should be a matter of addition and subtraction, I can't strengthen your strength, but I can at least weaken its power, when General Dai Lin gave me this pair of swords, he told me a secret..."

As she spoke, Vanessa stepped forward and walked around the elemental core composed of wind and thunder twice, and then raised the war knife in her hand and stabbed it into Sunderland's elemental core, making the wind prince's struggle even more intense, as if he felt some kind of sharp pain, but he was pressed to the ground by the earth element Krogmore, who was known for his brute strength, and the weak Sunderland could not resist.

And after Vanessa's two swords "Life and Fortune" pierced into the core of the wind element, those two knives were bathed in the energy of the wind, and under the gaze of everyone, they were also slowly changing their appearance, just like the posture of the Destroyer when he awakened in the hands of Varian, and the Ember Bringer awakened in the hands of Tyrion.

"Fate and fortune are cursed swords hidden deep beneath the sea, and Uncle Dai Lin has held them for years, and he can feel that this knife instinctively lacks some of the most important things... He told me that fate and fortune are not complete, but one time during a battle with the water element in the deep sea, Uncle Dai Lin accidentally discovered that these two knives can actually draw elemental power..."

Vanessa snapped her fingers triumphantly:

"This cursed thing is a legendary weapon, and the elemental power it absorbs will make Sunderland weaker... Then my little Dornan obediently signed a contract with him, and at that point, it was lost! ”

The faint blue glow of the wind elemental power illuminated Vanessa's small face, and in the grip of her hands, in the whistling of the wind, two blades of the Silent Wind that had completely changed their shape were pulled out of Sunderland's elemental core.

The Assassin lady held two one-handed swords with the power of the wind in the air, and between the blue winds, thin bolts of lightning flowed beyond her slender body, making her look like a wind-wielding man...

"And I... I'll get my own perfect weapon, too..."

"You bad girl!"

Carrying the Wind Chaser's sword, Delia reached out and flicked the Silent Wind Blade in Vanessa's hand, the appearance of these two one-handed swords was almost exactly the same as her Wind Chaser, but after bearing the power of Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, who was originally a one-handed sword, became a two-handed sword in Delia's hands, and the shape of fate and fortune changed, but it was still in the form of a one-handed battle blade.

Feeling the slight tingling of the tips of her fingers, Delia reached out and grabbed Vanessa's shoulder, then left an extremely boyfriend-like kiss on Vanessa's cheek.

"You and I are a natural pair..."

"Huh!"

Seeing the excessive intimacy of Vanessa and Tylia in front of her, Dornan felt creepy all over, and she screamed:

"Get out of here... It's time for me to get my mind to myself! ”

After saying that, after a long period of imprisonment, which was already extremely weak, and in a short period of time, Sunderland, who had been absorbed by the elemental power twice and was almost blowing the lamp and pulling out wax, Dornan inserted the wind elemental totem made by herself into the ground, which was quite Delaney-style, and she parted her hands, and the elemental power in her body srummed up at this moment, making Dornan's long white hair continue to fly in the wind.

The child's forehead appeared the unique elemental seal of the Draenei shaman, and between the sparkle of the white, blue, red and yellow light that represented wind, fire, water and earth, a string of ancient and mysterious elemental contract runes, in the explosion of elemental power, in the windy air converged into a substantial light rune, like an illusory chain, one end connected to the weak Sunderland's elemental core, and the other end slowly connected to Dornan's soul.

At this moment, in Dornan's soul vision, she clearly saw the complete soul posture of the Wind Elemental Prince, Sunderland the Wind Chaser.

It seemed to be completely undamaged, in this soul-level communication, Sunderland was as powerful as it was in its heyday, the oldest wind elemental in an indifferent manner, holding its own blue Silent Wind Blade, condescendingly looked at Dornan standing in the soul realm, it did not show anger, not even a trace of emotion.

This massive wind elemental was now in the shape of a strange warrior-type crown, a blue cloak made of storms, and a sturdy thunderbolt shoulder armor on both shoulders, and a never-ending storm of thunder and lightning wrapped around its body, just judging from the escaping aura, this guy in his heyday was at least 10 times stronger than the weak Sunderland in the outside world.

This is the power of the oldest wind elemental... It is said that during the Elemental Scuffle, Sunderland the Wind Chaser challenged the mighty Ragnaros more than once.

On its forehead, a blue gem shone brightly, and it was like the master of this soul space.

"You're still here, arrogant creature..."

Sunderland's deep voice reverberated through the space like thunder, and it asked calmly:

"I have appreciated your potential, and I have appreciated your courage, but mortal shamans, tell me... Do you know what the real wind is? ”

"You've really seen... The earth-shattering storm? ”

"I'm going to show you my ancient memories... Dornan. Windranger. Dawnblade, as long as you can read my memories, as long as you can bear the memories of this creation, then I will be subservient to you... Then I'll fight for you..."

"The only problem is... Can you? ”

This is equivalent to Sunderland giving Dornan another choice, this is a very serious choice, in the process of concluding the elemental contract, even the powerful Tyrion can not interfere, in this special space, it means that once the choice is made, Dornan must bear the consequences of the choice.

And to tell the truth, in the face of Sunderland, the prince of the wind in his heyday, the current Dornan is really not its opponent...

However, this is not a reason to admit defeat.

"Huh"

Dornan moved her neck, she took the shamanic crown from her hair, tossed it aside, and then raised her head, and looked at Sunderland in front of her without fear amid the flying white hair:

"My father and mother never taught me what it means to give up..."

"I'm still saying that, Sunderland... Without further ado, come on! I'll let you follow me willingly! ”