Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Under Varothen's actions, the Highborne who was still in Jin Azshara was quickly divided into two parts.

　　 The first part is those among the upper elves who eat and wait to die. These poor bugs are undoubtedly used as the sacrifice of the summoning circle-their souls are drawn away as the energy for the summoning circle.

The second part is those high-level elves who are still somewhat capable. They are restricted in their freedom, and then asked to study how to use the power of the Well of Eternity to summon Sargeras to come. At this time, the demons finally tear off their disguise. What **** kingdom and **** king, some are just killing and conquering.

　　 Dathremar and his family of Sunstriders belong to the second part.

Because of Dath'remar's little tricks, Azshara didn't realize that this arcane genius had chosen to betray. Now she needs this kind of genius power, so Dath'remar is in a pretty good situation-at least the Sunstrider The rest of the family has safety guarantees and are not required to move out of their residence.

　　 But this level of "preferential treatment" obviously can't move Das' Lema.

　　 The patriarch of the Sunstrider family has already begun to think about the issue of standing in line.

　　 "Queen Azshara or the Resistance?"

　　 After a whole day of research, Das' Lema lay quietly on his bed, thinking about the future of the Sunstrider family.

The facts are already obvious. Azshara has no credibility. Everyone—whether it is a night elf commoner or a high elf admirer, seems to the queen to be just a weight that can be put on the balance at any time. , And now the call plan on the other side of the scale is getting heavier and heavier, and the sunstrider may be sacrificed at any time.

　　 Dathremar’s question soon changed from choosing there to how to contact the resistance.

"In Jin Azshara, I haven't received any news about the rebels. It seems that they are not stupid enough, at least they know how to hide their strength first." Thinking of Illidan, Dathrema smiled, "I always feel that The guy is not simple. He looks like an adventurous guy. I believe he must have some other actions."

　　 "Fortunately, we can still live in the ancestral home of the Sunstrider. I didn't expect that a whim of the original arrangement would be so useful."

　　 Thinking of this, Das' Lema finally turned over and sat up.

　　 In the darkness, he quickly sketched an unknown magic circle on the wall, the brilliance of arcane magic flashed away, and then a figure appeared in his bedroom.

　　 "Master Dathremar, if you don't change the position of this **** summoning circle, I won't accept your call next time I am killed!"

　　 was an upper elf woman who issued the "threat". She wrapped herself in a large robe-but under the robe was a tight-fitting leather armor, which was not common among upper elf who were almost all spellcasters.

　　 "Dear Wendbell, this is for concealment after all-if our lord Queen knows that there is such a branch in the Sunstrider family, I am afraid that tomorrow the army of demons will crush here."

"Be respectful, Lord Dathremar. I would even like you to call me Sir Sangunar." Windbell Sangunar said coldly, "We are familiar, but we are not familiar enough that I can appear in the night. The degree in your bedroom."

"Tsk tusk tusk." Das Remar couldn't help but shook her head. "It's really ruthless. I grew up with me, but I like to put on a cold look-I remember someone was in the street because he lost a piece of magic candy. I cried..."

　　 Dathremar hadn't finished speaking yet, Wendbell jumped over and blocked his mouth.

　　 and Das' Remar flashed to the side, continuing to tell someone's dark history...

　　 After a long time of trouble, the two men finally stopped.

"It's a rare relaxation." Dathrema sat on the bed and shook his head. "Windbeck, can you please go to Black Crow Fortress, and see how well those who are going to resist are prepared-if you can And tell them we are willing to join."

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　　 Just when Dath'Remar was plotting against Azshara, Archimonde finally led the main force of the Burning Legion to find the Dragon Legion.

　　 The dragon in the sky **** its wings, covering the sky and the sun; the devil on the ground is waving

Weapons, the earth shakes the mountains.

　　Looking at the demons on the ground, the expressions of the dragons were full of disdain. In their opinion, these demons were not opponents at all, and the only tricky guy headed, as long as the soul of the dragon was used!

　　The dragon is arrogant, but they didn’t expect Archimonde to be even more arrogant!

Looking at the orderly five-color dragon, the second (three?) head of the Burning Legion showed a disdainful expression: "It's just a group of large lizards with excellent physical conditions. I thought there was something remarkable—reptiles, remember. The name of the person who killed you today is Archimonde!"

　　 Well, what he said wanted to stab the (long) horse (mian) and the bee (shen) nest (dian), which attracted endless anger from the dragons.

　　 Have the dragons who claim to be the guardians of Azeroth ever suffered such contempt? Before the five dragon kings could speak, a large number of dragons had already begun to dive.

　　The billowing dragon's breath fell from the sky, and the red flames of life, the yellow sands of time, the green dream power, blue cold frost and dark red lava shrouded Archimonde.

Archimonde smiled disdainfully, a huge protective shield appeared out of nowhere, and the breath of various dragons quickly dissipated in front of the protective shield like spring ice~www.ltnovel.com~ Unfortunately, the dense demons were not so lucky, countless The demon of was destroyed directly in the dragon's breath, and got the chance to return to the Twisting Void for free.

　　 "Haha haha!" Archimonde didn't care about the sacrifice of his subordinates. He laughed and waved his arm, "Let you see what the real power is."

　　 Large green meteorites descended from the sky with a long tail flame, and after landing, they turned into huge stone men.

　　 "The rain of chaos!"

　　 Several dragons that could not dodge were hit by the dense rain of chaos to the ground, and then they were quickly stepped on to the ground by the demons who were swarming them.

　　 The complexions of the five dragon kings became serious-Archimonde's strength exceeded expectations!

　　 Nesario finally took out the Dragon Soul.

　　 This time Malygos did not say nonsense such as "Let me use it". There is no doubt that this artifact must be in the hands of the strongest Nesario to show its most powerful power.

　　 "Devils, take it to death-please come and feel the endless anger from the black dragon king!"

　　 Neltharion held the soul of the dragon, spread his wings and flew high.

　　 "Die, die!"

　　 A pitch-black ray shot from the soul of the dragon and directly penetrated the demon's formation. (To be continued.)