Under the actions of Varosen, the upper elves who were still among the Golden Essara were quickly divided into two parts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The first part is the upper elves who eat and die, and these poor creatures are undoubtedly sacrificed for the summoning circle - their souls are drained as the energy source for the summoning circle.

The second part is the upper elves who are still somewhat capable, who are restricted in their freedom and then asked to study how to use the power of the Well of Eternity to summon the arrival of Sargeras - at this point the demons finally tear off their disguises, and there is no kingdom of gods and god kings, only killing and conquering.

Darth Rema and his family of Sunseekers belong to the second part.

Due to Darth Rema's petty tactics, Azhara didn't realize that the arcane genius had chosen to betray and now needed the power of that genius, so Darth Rema was in a pretty good position - at least the rest of the Sunstrider family was safe, and she wasn't asked to move out of her place of residence.

But this level of "preferential treatment" obviously can't impress Darth Rema.

The patriarch of the Sunstrider family had already begun to think about taking sides.

"Queen Azhara or the Rebels?"

After a long day of research, Darth Rema lay quietly in her bed, thinking about the future of the Sunseeker family.

It was already clear that Azhara had lost even the slightest bit of credibility, and that everyone, whether Night Elf civilians or High Elf worshippers, seemed to the Queen to be nothing more than a weight that could be put on the scales at any time, and now that the summoning plan on the other side of the scale was getting heavier and heavier, the Sunchaser could be sacrificed at any time.

Darth Rema's question quickly changed from choosing one side to how to contact the Resistance.

"I haven't heard anything about the rebels in Jin-Aisala, it seems that they are not stupid enough to go home, at least they know to hide their strength first." Thinking of Illidan, Darth Rema smiled, "I always felt that guy wasn't easy, he seemed to be an adventurous guy, I'm sure he must have some other actions." ”

"Fortunately, we can still live in the ancestral house of the Sun Chaser, I didn't expect that the little arrangement on a whim would be so useful."

Thinking of this, Darth Rema finally rolled over and sat up.

In the darkness, he quickly sketched an unknown circle on the wall, and the arcane light flashed, and a figure appeared in his bedroom.

"Lord Darth Rema, if you don't change the position of this damn summoning circle, I won't accept your summoning next time I die!"

The "threat" was made by an upper-class elven woman who wrapped herself in a wide robe - but underneath the robe was a tight-fitting leather armor, unusual among the upper elves who were almost exclusively spellcasters.

"Dear Wendbell, this is for concealment after all - if our Queen knew that there was such a branch of the Sunstrider family, I am afraid that tomorrow the demon army will set foot here."

"Be respectful, Mistress Darth Rema. I would prefer you to call me Sir Sangunar. Winderbell Sangunar was cold, "We're acquainted, but not yet ripe enough for me to be in your bedroom at night. ”

"Tut-tut." Darth Rema couldn't help but start shaking her head, "It's really ruthless, I grew up with me, but I like to put on a cold face - I remember someone crying on the street for losing a piece of magic candy ......"

Before Darth Rema could finish his sentence, Windbell pounced on him and gagged him.

Darth Lema, on the other hand, flashed to the side and continued to tell someone's dark history......

After arguing for a long time, the two men finally stopped.

"A rare relaxation." Darth Lemar sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head, "Winbelle, please take a trip to the Crow Fortress and see how those who are going to resist are prepared - if you can, tell them we're willing to join." ”

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While Darth Rema was plotting against Azhara, Akmund finally led the main force of the Burning Legion to find the Dragons.

The dragon in the sky flapped its wings and covered the sky and the sun; The demons of the earth wielded their weapons, and the earth shook.

Looking at the demons on the ground, the dragons' expressions were full of disdain, in their opinion, these demons were no opponents at all, the only tricky guy at the head, as long as he used the dragon's soul, it would not be a problem!

The dragon was arrogant, but they didn't expect Akmund to be even more arrogant!

Looking at the orderly five-colored dragon, the second (three?) of this Burning Legion? The master looked disdainful: "It's just a bunch of big lizards with excellent physical conditions, I thought there was something big about it - reptiles, remember the person who killed you today, his name is Akmund!" ”

Well, his words stabbed the dragons like a nest of mians and bees, drawing endless wrath from the dragons.

How could the dragons, who professed the Guardians of Azeroth, ever suffer such contempt? Before the five dragon kings could speak, a large number of dragons had already begun to swoop.

Rolling dragon's breath descended from the sky, and red flames of life, yellow sands of time, green dream power, blue cold frost, and dark red lava shrouded Akmund.

Akmund smiled disdainfully, and a huge shield appeared out of thin air, and the dragon's breath of various colors quickly dissipated in front of the shield like spring ice and snow.

It's a pity that the dense demons didn't have such good luck, and countless demons were destroyed directly in the dragon's breath, and they got the opportunity to return to the twisted void for free.

"Haha clam!" Akmund didn't care about the sacrifice of his subordinates, he laughed and waved his arm, "Let me show you what true power is." ”

Large green meteorites fell from the sky with long tail flames, and after they landed, they turned into huge stone figures.

"Rain of Chaos!"

Several of the dragons that couldn't dodge were smashed to the ground by the dense rain of chaos, and then quickly trampled into flesh by the swarming demons.

The faces of the five dragon kings all became solemn - Akmund's strength exceeded expectations!

Nesario finally took out the Dragon's Soul.

This time Malygos didn't say any more nonsense such as "let me use it", and there was no doubt that this artifact would only be at its most powerful in the hands of the strongest Nesario.

"Demons, suffer death - feel the endless wrath of the Black Dragon King!"

Holding the dragon's soul, Nesario spread his wings and flew high into the air.

"Die, die!"

A pitch-black ray shot out from the dragon's soul, directly piercing the demon's formation. (To be continued.) )