I hope so...how long will it take for you to come to the secret room?

The earth guard imagined the difāng in his mind, which was a giant cave, so big that it looked like a hole-punched reptile. It was respected by the people of the dragon clan to be called the Dragon King Secret Room, and its shape was a perfect circle and very flat. In a certain section of the past, even the dragon clan had not been born yet... Someone used a big ball to cut off all the common edges and corners of ordinary caves. Nozdom was very interested in all things related to history. He believed that it was the creator who created the hole, but even he could not confirm the authenticity of this legend. The secret room was hidden in a magical place and isolated from the human world. It is the safest and most reliable difāng in the world.

Thinking of this, the black dragon relaxed with anticipation, and his crimson eyes turned to look at the talisman. Maybe he should go there now, and the other dragons should be there. This nénggou did...

No...not yet, a voice that could barely be heard clearly sounded from his subconscious mind. It must be seen who the opportunity is, otherwise they will steal what you have...

Nesario never wanted this to happen, especially when he was about to finish his career. It was not possible now, and finally he told the Red Dragon, but mǎshàng...I promise mǎshàng...

It must be fast. Alextasa replied, I'm afraid it must be.

She quickly joined them, and at the same time quickly left his subconscious. Nesario was a little uneasy, desperately recalling her that she provided some clues, suggesting everything that had happened. However, the voices just now convinced her: he did a very, very beautiful job.

The black dragon raised the talisman high. Then he used magic to hide it in difāng that no one could find, even his companions, and his bright eyes showed a look of pride.

"mǎshàng..." He whispered as the talisman disappeared, a grim smile streaked across his evil face, revealing a few sharp teeth, "mǎshàng...bijing, I promised..."

A majestic palace is located on the edge of the cliff, and the mountains of zhouwéi are endless. From above, you can see a huge turbulent lake, which is almost black. The trees grow incredibly on hard rocks. They are much taller than before, like many fearless warriors standing there, forming spiral towers. The roots of the tree are isolated from the outside world. The builders first worked hard to gather a hundred giant trees together to form the frame of the main building, and then built stones on its circular structure and wrapped vines.

Once upon a time, for anyone who has seen it, the building itself and its layout can be regarded as one of the miracles of this shijiè, but the situation has been different later. In recent years, the main tower is still standing, but the upper half is missing. The black rock fragments and swaying vines indicate that there was a juliè explosion that destroyed it, but only these did not turn the palace into a nightmare. Today, this once glorious building, except for the lake area where nénggou predicted the future, is indeed surrounded by nightmare.

This was once a prosperous city, a symbol of the prosperity of the night elves regime. Houses made of big trees and low houses stretching into the ground were scattered. To a large extent, the scenery of the elves became the perfect decoration of the palace. The elves created the ancient word Azalene here, in today's words, "The glory of Azaleh", which is the capital of the Night elves Kingdom. This is a large city with a large population, and residents get up every night to meet their beloved queen.

However, in addition to a small area separated by a wall in the palace, there was an unprecedented killing of innocent people here.

Azalene was devastated. The victims collapsed and burned homes were still stained with their blood. The tower-like tree houses were cut down to the ground, and the underground houses were excavated. A thick, lusè night floating above this nightmare land. The air was filled with the smell of dead bodies. The corpses of hundreds of dead people lay on the ground, no one was concerned, allowing them to slowly rot. In the difāng of the scavengers, rot was an extremely long and weird guog. méiyou crows, rats, and even méiyou insects came to eat the split and torn corpses. Because they either ran away with a few survivors or were slaughtered after the fall of the city.

Although such a disaster is not far from the residents of Azalene, the surviving people seem to have noticed it. The tall and thin night elves who remained in the city are still performing their tasks inside and outside the palace, and it seems that things have happened. They have purple-black skin and gorgeous colorful clothes, and they look to participate in a grand festival. The standing guards wearing green armor and serious faces stare at the opposite wall, looking very strange, because when they see the corpses on the ground outside, they don't even blink. The elves with pointed and long heads are slightly depressed.

Those weird-looking giants searched for survivors and spies in the corpses, but the bystanders showed obvious fear and fear.

Hundreds of fierce-faced Burning Legion battle soil in armor cleaned up Azalin; at the same time, many demons walked out of the high gates of the palace to reinforce those companions far away from the capital. This beautiful kingdom was destroyed in their hands, and they would continue to clean up other parts of this shijiè and kill them wherever they went.

Most of them are over nine feet, taller than seven feet of elves. They are surrounded by a ball of burning lusè flames, and they will not be hurt by themselves. What about qiguài is that their lower body is very thin, but they are widened above their chests. They have hideous faces, protruding skulls, and two large horns on their heads. Each warrior's blood-red eyes are staring at the land greedily. Many people hold large pointed shields, silver-shining maces and swords. They are the demon guards, the main force of the Burning Legion.

In front of them, the Doomsday Guard with wings of flame observed every move on the ground. These warriors and their brothers on the ground had no other shime except for their height differences and their IQs looked slightly higher. They circled back and forth over Azalene like vultures searching for prey. Sometimes, they would direct the actions of the demon guards and tell them where there were shime people or shime things.

Another kind of demonic creature in the legion was also searching for shime in the demon guards. Most of them were huge and abominable, with four-legged monsters, like dogs rather than dogs, like wolves rather than wolves. These things called hell beasts were covered with scales and had rough fur on their backs. They were sniffing the land full of corpses with huge noses and suction cups at the top. Hell Lu went forward and slaughtered, killing them, but they occasionally stopped to smell the ravaged corpses and then continued to move forward.

However, when the fierce battle outside the palace was in full swing, a quieter and terrifying show was also being staged in the southernmost tower. There, the upper elves who were serving the night elves, bent their bodies and formed a hexagon together, which looked like they were carved on the ground. They were wearing green robes with exquisite patterns embroidered on them. The hoods drooped down, partially covering their silver elves eyes, which were still a little unsettling red in their eyes.

The elves stood there one by one, keeping their original shape, constantly mumbling their noble spells. A lusè evil light enveloped their bodies and penetrated their souls. Continuous castings exhausted them and suffered serious damage to their bodies, but they were shaken, and the weak, who had previously shown fatigue, were eliminated. Now, only the strongest people can participate in this work and control the evil magic from that distant lake.

"Quick yiidiǎn!" An extremely ugly guy shouted outside the aperture, "It must be done this time..."

He walked back and forth with four legs. The demon was huge, with protruding teeth, with sharp claws on his wide hands, and the giant leather wings were now gathered. A reptile-like tail was as thick as a tree trunk. It slapped the ground impatiently, leaving cracks in the hard stones. As he walked by among the demon guards much smaller than him, the demon guards scattered wisely on both sides of him. To see more, his toad-like head almost touched the ceiling. From the top of his head to the top of each short hoof, he had a lusè flame-like mane, and with every step the ground vibrated, and the green hair fluttered wildly.

Under a sparse and thick eyebrows, his eyes, which were also evil green, were staring at the good show in front of him, shrouded in horror. He directed the night elves to complete this trembling task. He was a person used to conveying fear, and ziji never felt fear. However, on this uneasy night, the demon named Manolos was also tortured by an irritable mood. His master gave him a command, but he completed the task. This was never before. He was Manolos, one of the commanders appointed by his master.

"Hmm?" the winged demon roared at the night elves, "Do I have to cut off the head of another poor worm among you?"

An elf was wearing lusè armor that looked like a palace guard, and his body was covered with scars. He plucked his courage and said to the demon: "She will not allow you to kill again, sir."

Manolos turned to this bold man, the man with a helmet was sprayed with a stinking face. "ruguo, will she get angry if I really give her your head? Varosen?"

"It's very nice." The elf retorted with expressionless expression.

The demon stretched out a big hand, and even his big flesh palm held Varosen's skull, his helmet and even him were more than enough. The fingers with sharp claws first covered the elf and then took it back. Manolos's master ordered him to not touch the night elf queen and her important officials a hair. For the leader of the Burning Legion, they were of use.

At least it still has value now.

Varos is a manoluo tèbié who cannot move. Since the death of the Empress's counselor, Haves, the guard captain has been in ambiguous with the Empress. Whenever the sacred Azshara does not want to betray the song and personally visit the elves working in the room, the guard captain will replace her. Varos will report his sights and hears concisely to his hostess. Although Manoluo has not observed the Empress, he has found that she is definitely not a vase that some people imagine. She is very cunning, and nénggou covers up Ziji's increasingly haggard face very well. However, he can't hide it from Manoluo. The devil is very interested in his master's plan and wants to see when he comes to this shijiè, he will get shime from her.

Ruguo He finally came to this shijiè words.

The portal to another kingdom was destroyed by a magical attack, which was between the realm and the degree. The Burning Legion had rushed around here. The same magical power had collapsed the previous tower, which was the difāng where the upper elves and demons worked. So far, Manolos still did not have any shime, but the survivors of that attack had hinted that there was a potential enemy among their men, and that man was also the murderer of the Queen's Counselor. Manolos had also speculated on the name of the potential invader and had sent detectives to search. But now he was only concerned about the repair of this priceless portal, if it could be repaired.

However, so far, the flame energy ball floating above the elves was just burning. When the monster with sharp teeth looked at the inside of the ball, he had reached eternal existence and did not notice the arrival of the overwhelming power of the master. He felt that there was also a shime.

Shime also méiyou is failure. According to the military rules of the Burning Legion, failure means execution.

"They're almost out of control." Varosen said weakly, "mǎshàng is about to be out of control."

Manolos mingbái, he was talking about the facts. This ugly-looking demon roared, spreading his consciousness and forcibly squeezed into the casting ranks. His invasion surprised the upper elf mages and almost subverted everything, but Manolos still controlled them and allowed them to refocus on casting.

This time I will complete the task...will...

Under his command, the mages showed unprecedented enterprising spirit. Manolos' determination urged them and put them in a state of madness. Their eyes were red, their eyes were wide open to the maximum, and their bodies were constantly shaking due to physical exhaustion and the oppression of magic.

Manolos looked at the unchanged energy ball in gloomy. It was just motionless, it didn't give the green light to his master. Huángsè's sweat beads dripped down from the demon's body, and his wide toad was spitting bubbles. Even if failure meant losing contact with his master, Manolos was sure that ziji would be punished.

Who can escape from Sargeras's fènnu.

Thinking of this, he urged even more crazily. He used all his strength to tear the elves the bodies, and waves of wail came from the queue...

A deep black dot was formed in the center of the fireball. A sound came from the depths of the black dot, and the rope lingered in Manolos's mind. A sound that was familiar to him and his voice.

Manolos...it's you...

But that was not Sargeras' voice.

Yes, he reluctantly replied that the time and space tunnel was open again.

We have been waiting for too long... This is a cold and rational voice, and even this big devil is trembling. He is very disappointed with you.

I did what I had done! Manolos defended Ziji, but after he finished speaking his sanity, he reminded him that it was very stupid to say this.

For him, the time and space tunnel must be unobstructed. I must ensure that in the end, nénggou will do this. Be ready to welcome me, Manolos...I will come to you now.

As soon as the words were finished, the black dot expanded and eventually turned into a black hole over the mage's queue. The portal yijing was different from the night elves when they first created it, because the one who spoke in another kingdom had now strengthened it.

This time, it won't break again.

"Kneel down!" Manolos roared. The mages were still under his control. They chose to obey the order immediately. After a while, the demon guards and the elves warriors who were attendants also followed the ceremony in accordance with the times. Even the guard captain Varosen quickly knelt down.

The demon was the last one to kneel down, but also the most respectful one. His fear of this person was no less than that of Sargeras.

We were ready, and he said to the man. Manolos has been staring at the ground now. Any simple movement, no matter how subtle, as long as there is an act that is considered offensive, means that he will not die well. I will wait for you to come...Acmond...

The story Murphy told was as good as ever, but the little guys twitched.

The poor man from the family hesitated for a long time before he asked carefully: "Sister-in-law, is this a shime story?"

Murphy said with a smile: "Didn't I say it? The novel published this time is an ancient trilogy. This is the first chapter of one of the "Devil's Souls". How about it? It sounds very nice, right?"

“………………………………………………………”

Revenge, **Naked revenge!

But they couldn't even say anything, so they could only laugh and say, "Ah, it sounds nice!"

Murphy continued to laugh and said, "Just be fine, am I still worried that you don't like it?"

The little guys continued to laugh.

But in my heart, I was complaining fiercely: mǎnyi?mǎnyi is so furious! We want to listen to the follow-up of "The Well of Eternity" and "The Rise of the Tribe"! We don't want to listen to this book "Devil Souls" ah ah ah ah ah!

Tears ran out! I had fallen into two pits! Now my sister-in-law actually dug another pit? Wuwuwuwu, but my sister-in-law won't surrender!

The poor and ugly people and the cat fish couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just say how sister-in-law Ziji is easy to talk to, and she is waiting for everyone here!

Dizzy! It’s better not to listen to this story!

Just how can my sister-in-law deal with it? Oh my god! It’s a headache! Now I just pray that my sister-in-law will not hold grudges anymore, hey!

Zhuoer was also chuckling and shook his head, and he said, "Fieu is easy to talk to, so, you've fallen into the pit again?"

pángbiān's Lovie sweats violently!

Fortunately, Ziji had read these three novels together in Fucha Ruilin, otherwise it would be a tragic! Especially for this kind of sister-in-law who doesn't update according to common sense, three pitfalls? Don't forget that Ziji's sister-in-law wrote three steps at the same time. No, including the book "The Rise of the Tribe" is four, wait! My sister-in-law still has to trick others and dig another "new pit" before it will be updated! Alas!

There was silence in Ts. Don’t ask, what are these little guys doing? But when looking at the big scorpion in front of you, Zoer coughed gently and said, “Okay, Fei’er’s story is over. We should continue to open up the boss, right?”

"Yes~~~" It's rare, the little guys' response was very weak.

Murphy continued not to speak.

Zoer continued to be helpless. Obviously, Murphy really teased them very much just now, but the boss who should be opened still had to be opened.

At this moment, Zhuoer said directly: "Everyone has seen that the boss in front of us, the tenacious Van Crys, should be the fourth boss in the Temple of Anqira! Well, when it comes to the appearance of this boss, everyone should think he is quite familiar with it!"

Although the poor family and the ugly catfish were the worst hit, they were trained by Zoer Murphy and the fastest recovery was also the fastest.
Chapter completed!