Height and length are very advantageous, especially in the battle against each other, Oruntil's size is much larger than Nefarian in his humanoid state, and his attack hits the target one step ahead of the Black Dragon Prince.

Even your little physique dares to come and touch me, and see how you die!

There was a vague smug feeling in Orentir's heart, and he was confident in himself, believing that his attack would inflict heavy damage on Nefarian even if it didn't kill him.

Sonor! Sonor!

Sharp as a knife's forelimbs slashed at Nefarian's body with a crisp clatter of gold and iron, and Oren Till was dumbfounded.

Why is the body of this clawed druid so hard?

In astonishment, Orontil's tail needle stabbed Nefarian in the chest, and there was another clang.

How so?

That's impossible!

The confident Orentir was dumbfounded, even if the forelimbs of an epic weapon failed to cut Nefarian's skin, this can also be explained that the attack was not strong enough, but what about the tail needle?

Even the tail pin, which the legendary druid could make a hole in his body after turning into a bear, could not hurt his opponent, which was not acceptable to Orentir.

My strongest tail pin attack actually only pierced the oily skin of this claw druid, how hard is his body?

Without being transformed, there is such a strong defensive ability, how terrifying would it be if it was transformed?

Orentir was at a loss, this overlord of the Aash Hive had never seen such an enemy, his body was hard like this, how could he fight it? Do you want the worm to live?

Idiot, if you want to lose both sides with me, do you have that qualification?

Nefarian snorted lightly, don't look at him now in human form, but he is also a dragon, the prince of the dignified black dragon clan, with the blood of Deathwing, how can a bug hurt?

Poof!

Orentir was at a loss that Nefarian would not, and the dragon claw of the Black Dragon Prince once again opened the scoop on his opponent, and another large hole appeared from Orentir's head.

Orentir shuddered in pain after two blows to the head, and Nefarian raised his hand again, and the dragon's claws slapped down again.

No, this clawed druid's body is too hard for my attacks to hurt him at all, and I'll die if I don't get out of his control.

Thinking of death, Orentir is extremely afraid, he has wisdom is not the same as the low-level insects in the hive, he will be afraid, in the face of the invincible enemy Orentir lost the courage to fight, he struggled hard, trying to get rid of Nefarian's control and slip away with the cover of the swarm.

How could the Black Dragon Prince give him such a chance?

If all the ducks in his mouth let him fly away, how can he explain to Leo?

Nefarian grabbed Orentir's head with one hand, no matter how much his opponent struggled, it would be useless, unless Orentir cut off his head, he couldn't get out of the Black Dragon Prince's control, but if Orentir really did this, how could he still survive?

Damn druid, he won't leave me with any way to live.

Orentir was terrified, his hatred of Nefarian did not turn into the motivation to fight back, but continued to reduce his fighting spirit, the overlord of the Aash Hive has long forgotten what a counterattack is, and he is full of thoughts of escaping from the control of his opponent, he is grabbed by Nefarian and slapped wildly.

Poof! Poof! Poof! …… The black dragon prince's dragon claws continued to rise and fall, slapping Orentir's head into a pithole, like a path soaked in heavy rain and ravaged by countless elephants, which was a terrible sight.

As the wounds on his head grew, and Orentir struggled less and less, the overlord of the Aash Hive was beaten miserably by Nefarian after losing his fighting spirit, and soon only one breath remained.

The opponent was powerless to resist, Nefarion's attack did not stop there, sympathy and pity did not belong to the black dragon prince, seeing that Orentir was about to die, the black dragon prince raised his hand and was about to solve it, but Leo stopped him at this time.

"Spare him his life and bring him to me."

Nefarian did not dare to disobey Leo's orders, and he carried the dying Orentir from the swarm to Leo's side.

Seeing that the leader was caught by the enemy, the bugs became more and more crazy, but what if they were crazy?

In the face of the absolute strength gap, it's not that you say that you can change something if you break out, Leo doesn't pay attention to the crazy swarm at all, the blood-colored net is an insurmountable obstacle, and the insects will die as many as they come.

The reason why Orentir was left alive was not that Leo relented because of the lack of insects, but that a certain message reached his ears, and Leo decided to sell the other party a face.

The blood-colored web revealed a gap for only one person to pass through, and a night elf suddenly appeared there, quickly passing through the gap to Leo's side.

"You said you were a scout sent by the Cenarion Council to scout the Aash Hive, what could prove your identity?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Leo asked questions first, indicating that he wanted to take the initiative in the conversation.

The Night Elf first bowed to Leo and Nefarian, then took out an emblem, slowing down to avoid a misunderstanding between Leo and Nefarian.

"Two adults, my name is Galia, this is a medal that has been blessed by Lord Deer Helmet, and it has the breath of Lord Deer Helmet on it."

Each strong man has his own unique aura, even if he wants to forge it, such as the Great Druid Vandal. The aura of a character like a deer helmet is not something that anyone can fake, and if you want to forge it successfully, you must at least have the strength of a demigod, and you must be of the same profession, and a druid with the strength of a demigod will forge a medal with the breath of a deer helmet?

Just think about it and know it's impossible.

Although Leo had never seen a deer helmet, the strong natural aura on the medal could not deceive people, and he nodded, which was considered to be in recognition of Jialia's identity.

"This bug is my trophy, if you want to know anything, go and find out."

Leo first declared Oruntil's belonging, and then sold the other party a favor.

Now Orentir has long lost the power of the overlord of the Aash hive, and he may lose his breath at any time when he is dying, Jialia did not dare to slack off, she hurriedly stepped forward and put her hand on Orentir, a natural breath flowed into Orentir's body, and the druid began to extract what he needed from Orentir.

Is this nature magic or soul spell?

Leo glanced at Galia rather strangely, and the moment the Night Elf Scout's hand was placed on Orentir, he sensed a fluctuation similar to soul magic, but it was just similar, and it was still different from the Warlock's soul spell.

As if aware of Leo's doubts, Nefarian whispered to him: "These are the druids' natural spirits, a spell they use to feel the thoughts of plants and animals, to act according to the will of nature, so that they will not be harmed by nature. ”

I see.

Isn't the simplest and most accurate way to feel animals and plants be to communicate directly with their souls?

No wonder there are fluctuations similar to soul spells.

Although Orentir is dying, no matter how he says it, he is also the overlord of the Yash hive among the three giant hives of Silisus, and he wants to forcibly get the secret of the Yaki Empire from his soul, how can it be so simple?

Galia's probe didn't last long before it was shaken away by a powerful soul force, and after the blow, Orentir gave her breath, and the Night Elf scout's face turned into a look of chagrin.

"Failed."

Feeling a pity, Galia managed to capture Orentir, thinking that she could get information about the beetle people from him, but she didn't expect to end up in failure.

This is a hive overlord, there are only three hive overlords in the entire Silisas, not to mention catching them, even if they can see them, it is extremely difficult, the secrets that these three hive overlords know are by no means comparable to the insect leaders of ordinary hives, today I finally had such an opportunity to take over a dying hive overlord from Leo, who expected to encounter failure.

Jialia stomped her foot in annoyance, it was really heart-wrenching that she had failed such a good opportunity.

"Night Elf, that bug is dead, and now my master is going to take him back."

Seeing that Orentir was dead, Nefarian came out to speak, and he was reminding Galia in place of Leo that she should not forget whose Orentir was the trophy.

Galia was very amused to put Orontil's body next to Leo, and after doing this, she thanked Leo again with a respectful face: "Dear strong man, on behalf of the Cenarion Council, I thank you for your help. ”

Although it didn't work, but Jialia didn't lose her rudeness because of the chagrin in her heart, after all, Leo agreed to her request and had already helped her a lot, as for whether it succeeded or not, it was her Jialia's own problem, and it couldn't be blamed on Leo.

Besides, Galia has been observing for a long time, from the time Leo killed the Yash hive alone, the insects that have died in his hands are no less than the total number of druids in the Cenarion Council who have joined forces to clear them, and the man has not shown a trace of fatigue in the battle, what does this mean?

This shows that the strength of this human being standing in front of him is far beyond the reach of ordinary legendary powerhouses, this is a powerhouse that is very close to the peak power of the mortal world, the demigod.

It is the rule of the race in this world that the weak must show enough respect to the strong, and Leo is a human allied with the Night Elves, even if he refuses his request, Galia cannot make a mistake.

The Night Elves are arrogant, but they are not stupid, and they can't do the kind of stupid thing that turns their allies into enemies.

"It's a gesture." Galia's thank you Leo accepted with a smile, and he pointed to the swarm of insects that had red eyes from the death of the leader and said to the Night Elf scout, "It's not convenient to go out now, you can leave after I kill all these bugs." ”

"Thank you very much."

(To be continued)