A small living picture suddenly appeared in his palm, which shook badly and blurred from time to time, but it still showed the last character bit by bit.
Yeah, yeah, I saw a demon guarding a guy the same height from the eyes of the hell beast
Havice frowned and said it was true, and then the forest king was true.
Do you know this creature? Mannoroth asked
The ancient myth reached Cenarius, the king of the forest, who is said to be the goddess of the moon.
Don’t lose it. The mouth full of fangs wrinkled up and smiled and said that we would get rid of him. He ordered Haka to look at it again.
The dog king quickly showed a green-skinned warrior, a young night elf and a man with strange flame-like hair.
What a strange combination, Havice said.
Mannoroth nodded. He said that this warrior is very loyal. I need more people like him. Everyone should be like him.
Of course not such an animal. He is stranger than a dwarf.
Mannoroth with wings didn’t argue about what depends on these three people. The spinning cone creature has vigilant eyes. I think he is a magical creature, almost like a night elf. He interrupted Havice’s new protest, but he didn’t ask Haka to drop the image. When he wondered when he saw a huge reptile passing through the room from the image.
You can send more hellbeasts to their dog king for advice.
But the demon guards should follow behind so that the prey can be caught.
Catch the counselor and the dog king repeated this.
Deep eyes are getting smaller and smaller. We must study them well, and their weaknesses and strengths should be studied well just in case.
Demon guards can be found everywhere.
There will be more and more of them. Are you ready for the night elves?
Staring at the wizard Havice, he lowered his head and said that they are ready to do whatever it takes to realize our glorious dream of a purer world.
The world will be cleaned up, night elf Lord. You can rest assured that Mannoroth looked at Haka and said, I’ll give you the hunting. Don’t fail again.
Haka bowed down and retired.
Now Mannoroth, the Lord of the night elves, turns his eyes and continues to say, Let’s build your people’s future. Mannoroth folds his wings, just as he always thinks about things that make him happy. He says, I promise you that the future is something they can never imagine.
Death Wings soar in the mountains and rivers, breathing flames everywhere, screaming around Krasus, but he can’t find help. He is bound in his little magician’s body and runs around the burning land like a vole in vain, trying to escape. He needs to help those dying people.
Suddenly, a black shadow covered the place where he was running, and a thunderous voice sneered, OK, OK, what is this small piece?
The wizard’s claws, twice the size of his body, circled around Krasus, harassing him. His claws dragged him into the forest without any effort, and took him to see the deadly death wing.
What, a little old dragon meat? cleo Straz, you’ve been in the minority race for too long, and even their weakness has infected you.
Krasus wanted to cast a spell, but he couldn’t say a word except spit out a few bats. As soon as Death Wing inhaled, it sucked the bats lovingly into his burning stomach.
The black dragon swallowed and said, this is not delicious. I wonder if you have anything better for me to eat, but you have been surfing me too much. I’d better end you. He towering up and opened his throat and said, besides, whatever you do is useless to people.
Krasus’s claws were loosened, but when he fell into the mouth of Death Wing, things took a turn for the better. Death Wing burned and the scenery of mountains and rivers disappeared. Krasus suddenly floated in a terrible sandstorm and was kept spinning by the violent wind.
A dragon head was formed in the center of the storm. Krasus thought it was a black dragon who followed him and decided not to let his food run away. Then another dragon appeared like this, and one followed the other. In Krasus’s eyes, the scene seemed endless.
Cleo Stella Lalaz, they groaned repeatedly, cleo Stella Lalaz.
Krasus thought that every faucet had different wings and every faucet was created by sandstorm.
Nozdormu
We’ve been through something. The Eternal Dragon tried. We saw it.
Krasus and others knew that Nozdom was trying to say that.
All endings are endings.
-What does he mean? Does he mean that wizards full of fear will pass through here and be eliminated in the future?
Except for one thing.
Similarly, Krasus seized the faint hope and told me where the road was and what I was going to do.