"Ake...... Lord Mondstadt......"

Counsellor Harveys's eyes widened as he watched what was happening in front of him - just a few minutes ago, he had thought that the "Master Akmund" from the Burning Legion had been declared dead after being transformed into an ice sculpture, but now it seemed ......

In front of Counselor Harvis, the heavy ice cap on the huge body of Akmund the Polluter was shattering in the bright moonlight—huge blocks of ice fell almost from the sky on top of Counselor Harvis, and just when he almost thought he was going to be stoned to death, the ice caps that had escaped the body of Akmund the Polluter turned into a crystalline arcane light, shining over Counselor Harvis's head, blending into the not silent night.

Counselor Harvey looked up at the huge body of Akmund the Polluter - breaking free from the ice sheet does not mean that Akmund the Polluter is unharmed - even with the difference in height, Counselor Harvey can still see that Akmund the Polluter is covered in bruises, his whole body has been cracked with countless small scars, and a pale green liquid slowly flows out of those scars, escaping on the pale blue skin of Akmund the Polluter, and Counselor Harvey does not know if this is the "Lord Akmund" of blood, but ...... Needless to say, Akmund, the polluter, is now badly injured.

But apparently Akmund the Polluter was still alive—Counselor Harvey suddenly realized that he had noticed him—and Counselor Harvey hurriedly put on his trademark flattering smile and bowed his hands to his chest. Quietly listening to the instructions from the "kingdom of heaven".

……

Akmund the Polluter gasped heavily—he had never experienced such an insult, nor had he come so close to death—and even in his ice sculpture, Akmund the Polluter was not unresponsive to what was happening in the outside world. But he really couldn't cast any spells, and he couldn't make any movements, and Akmund the Polluter knew that if he fell into the hands of the two women in the blue dress, he would be doomed.

Akmund, the polluter, didn't know what the woman was able to draw on the power of others, but he felt that if he did fall into the hands of the other party, he would most likely be drained of all his power and slaughtered by others.

But Akmund the Polluter was a little glad - it looked like the woman had a strange frost spell. It was only able to freeze itself for a while, not kill himself outright - and with the ability of Akmund the Polluter, the loss of subsequent energy output would only freeze him for a short time.

It seems that I made a good bet. The guy who was watching from the sidelines was indeed an important companion to the two women—Akmund the Polluter didn't believe that the two women didn't know they weren't dead, but when the finger of his death struck the man, it seemed that both women were too nervous to deal with themselves.

"Huh...... That guy is dead! ”

Akmund the Polluter shook his head. Sneered. Speaking to himself—he could clearly feel that the man wasn't a formidable fellow, not only was he far inferior to the Abyss Lord Manolos, but he was even slightly inferior to Haka, the Dog King—and that it was impossible for Akmund the Polluter to survive a frontal blow to his Finger of Death.

But even if the man was killed, Akmund the Polluter knew he couldn't let up - after all, the two women were left almost intact - and when they found out that the man was dead, Akmund the Polluter knew that the two women would undoubtedly go crazy, and the time would come. They're likely to come back here to find themselves......

Akmund the Polluter wasn't afraid of this, of course, but he felt he needed to prepare. For example—thinking so, Akmund the Polluter's gaze slowly began to drift downward, eventually focusing on the upper elven mage standing at his feet—and it was time to take advantage of these greedy and stupid fellows, Akmund the Polluter said to himself.

……

Counselor Harvey watched in amazement as Akmund the Polluter slowly shrank and shrunk in front of him until he was only a little taller than himself - Counselor Harvey even wondered if this little height was just to make it easier for Akmund the Polluter to look down on him, but it was certainly not a significant matter.

"Lord Akmund, congratulations on your victory and defeat of those two hateful fellows......"

Counsellor Harvey pondered for a moment, then said flatteringly to Akmund the Polluter in the Elven language of the High - in his short time with the Abyss Lord Manolos and the Dog King Haka, he did learn some demonic vocabulary, but it was just ...... I can't use this somewhat unfamiliar language yet.

"Are you laughing at me? Damn elves? ”

Akmund the Polluter grabbed Counsellor Harvey by the collar and lifted him high away from the ground, roaring loudly in the same upper elven language - after all, it was Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, who personally took care of the world to be occupied, and before coming here, both Akmund the Polluter and Manolos, the Abyss Lord, and demons with a little status like Haka, the Dog King, had done a lot of "homework".

"No, no, no...... Mistress Akmund, you misunderstood, I mean...... Haven't those two enemies of unknown origin fled in the wilderness? That's of course because of your strength and ......, Lord Akmund."

Counsellor Harvey hastened to make amends for the mistake of his words—he felt as if his flattery had not been accepted by Akmund the Tainted...... However, it seems that Counsellor Harveys's words were not enough to appease the anger of Akmund the Polluter - the upper elven wizard was thrown by Akmund the Polluter on the grass on the shores of the Well of Eternity, and inexplicably gnawed on the wet dirt.

"Gather your people, elves...... From this day forward, you will serve the legion like cattle...... You'll need to build more portals, summon more legionnaires into the world, and speed up the construction of a passage for Lord Sargeras to get here...... Take action, elf, and starting today, you'll forget what sleep is like. ”

Akmund the Polluter slammed Counsellor Harvey to the ground, then roared - it wasn't terrible to be alone, it was terrible that he was alone now, but there were two crazy women who could come to him at any time - thinking that he had been locked up in an ice sculpture a few minutes ago, Akmund the Polluter felt the crisis for the first time. (To be continued.) )