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Feng Shui took turns, and this time it was Torsedrin's turn to be suppressed by Sharlayan's strange power.

The dragon claws pedaling on the double swords suddenly exerted force, and Tosedrin was thrown away with his weapons.

Torsedrin, with the middle door wide open, tried to adjust his posture while flying backwards, but Sharlayan, who followed closely, still left a few holes on the plate armor on his bear's chest with his sharp hands and claws. A deep claw mark.

When the dragon claw hit the armor, several rays of light of different colors flashed on the surface of Torsedrin's armor, greatly reducing Sharlayan's attack power.

"Tsk~ As expected of the governor in charge of a city, he is really rich."

Torsedrin was wearing apparently magical armor.

According to preliminary estimates, this set of armor should have a lightweight effect in addition to multiple defensive enchantments, otherwise Torsedrin would not be able to walk like flying in him.

After being hit by surprise, the irritable Tosedrin's face showed rage after landing.

"You humble commoner, dare to disobey me, the prince?!"

"die!"

After being transformed into a dragon, Salayan's dynamic vision was enhanced, and this time he finally saw Torsedrin's trajectory clearly.

"Snapped!"

The folded hands happened to sandwich Torsedrin's thrusting double-ended sword in the middle. Salayan tried hard, but failed to break the magic sword.

"drink!"

Without waiting for Torsedrin to strike another double-headed sword, Sharlayan took the initiative to let go of his hands and approached him, and hit Torsedrin's unarmored head heavily with his forehead covered with half of the scales.

"Boom!"

This unexpected head hammer completely disrupted Torsedrin's posture. Taking advantage of the opportunity of his head falling back, Salayan stretched out his claws to grab the opponent's left foot that was unconsciously raised when he was leaning back.

"Boom boom boom!"

The mighty Sharlayan grabbed Torsedrin like a broken doll and beat him left and right on the ground.

Although under the protection of the magic armor, Sharlayan's attack failed to cause any substantial damage, but it was extremely insulting.

[Eh... Why does this scene look familiar? 】

[Grass, this is a famous scene! 】

[Hulk: Bah, what a weak god. 】

Sharlayan didn't have time to watch the barrage right now, and he was a little anxious that he couldn't break through Torsedrin's defense.

Neither the transformation into a dragon human nor the descending of the gods can last long. Once the blessing state ends, the huge gap in strength between him and Torsedrin will be exposed again.

"cough!"

Torsedrin, who was thrown into a coma, finally came back to his senses, and his sword slashed on Sharlayan's forearm, piercing through the defense of the dragon scales, causing a trace of blood.

"Tsk!"

Salayan, who was in pain, backed away, Torsedrin took the opportunity to adjust his posture, and rushed towards Salayan again with a frenzied expression.

"That's it!"

A clear scream came from the middle of the sky, and a large rain of arrows was thrown down, forcing Torsedrin, who was charging forward, to change direction and dodge in embarrassment.

He could feel the power contained in these arrows, which his magic armor could not resist.

"Young high elf, you have accomplished your task very well."

A vigorous figure fell from the sky, just in front of Sharlayan.

"Leave it to me, you deal with your injuries first."

"Buzz!"

Popping out the moon wheel in her hand, the female warrior who descended from the sky fought with the astonished Torsedrin.

"Huh~"

Seeing that Shandris arrived in time, Sharlayan heaved a sigh of relief and began to use restoration spells to heal the **** wounds on his body.

I don't know what quality Torsedrin's weapon is, and the dragon scale can only reduce the damage to a certain extent.

Fortunately, Sharlayan itself has a strong recovery ability, and with the assistance of healing spells, the wounds that are not serious can quickly heal and stop bleeding.

In just such a short time, the enemy that Sharlayan could not deal with even with all his strength, had no power to fight back under the strong attack of Shandris.

【emmmm... Is this the difference in the world? 】

[Santis is too strong! Sure enough, Xiao Sa still has a long way to go. 】

【Sharlayan is still very young, how can he compare with these ten-thousand-year-old monsters? He's improving fast enough. 】

The triangular moon disc exuding moon-white light easily tore apart the magic armor on Torsedrin's body, which was obviously of extraordinary quality.

However, the gap between the two does not come from the quality of equipment, but from purer strength.

Before leaving Feathermoon Stronghold, Sharlayan secretly observed Shandris with Hawkeye.

Shandris's main battle job is sentinel, which has reached an astonishing level of 58. The sub-job is a special profession, Luna Priest, which also has a high level of 53.

The moon-white light attached to Shandris' weapon should be her sub-profession at work.

Originally, the quality of the equipment was extraordinary, coupled with the crushing strength, Torsedrin, who was dressed in krypton gold equipment, only lasted for a few minutes, and his head full of horror flew into the sky.

'Is progress fast enough...? '

Looking at the warrior level that had just risen to 34, Sharlayan sighed silently.

Witnessing this battle with his own eyes, he once again realized that there was still a huge gap between himself and a real master.

But this did not make him feel depressed, but further inspired Sharlayan's fighting spirit.

After a period of adaptation, as long as the dragon-human transformation is maintained within a certain period of time, Sharlayan will no longer suffer backlash.

If he can perfectly master the transformation of the dragon man, he believes that sooner or later, he will be able to compete with many strong men in Azeroth.

But now, he still needs more time to continue to grow.

"Pooh!"

The envious Shandris looked at Torsedrin who was decapitated in disgust: "The scum who attacks his own people is not a pity to die!"

"Sharlayan!"

At the end of the battle, Valeera arrived just in time, checking Salayan nervously.

"How is your injury? Didn't hurt the internal organs?"

"Huh?"

Shandris' half-smile eyes made Sharlayan feel a little uneasy, and hurriedly held down Valeera's little hand that was groping around.

"Okay, it's not like you don't know my recovery ability, a little skin trauma is nothing."

Shandris smiled, turned his back to the two of them and waved, "I'll clean up the mess first, thank you for your hard work, take a good rest."

…

After the Sentinel troops joined the battle, the turmoil caused by Syndra was quickly quelled.

Including Torsedrin himself, all the diehard Syndra were swept away by the sentries, and Immotar, who had been imprisoned for thousands of years and was extremely weak, was also killed by Shandris himself.

But this is a relief for Immotar.

Demons cannot be killed outright outside the Twisting Nether, and their souls will return to their base camp after death to wait for resurrection.

However, after being imprisoned and tortured for a full 10,000 years, I don't know if Immotar will cast a shadow on Azeroth.

After the chaos subsided, the sentinel troops and the moderate Syndra led by Thalerville stood on both sides of the central square, facing each other on guard.

After Sarlayan and Valeera arrived at the scene, UUReading Book www.uukanshu.com Shandris opened her eyes and announced her decision.

"The order received by the Sentinels is to monitor Eresalas and eliminate the hidden dangers caused by Into Cedrin's madness."

"Now that Torsedrin has been executed, we will not kill the Highborne who still have good intentions."

Shandris looked around: "Eressalas has been ruined to this point, and Immoltar was killed by me. You need to think carefully about how to solve the addiction that the Highborne cannot escape."

Thalerville frowned, and asked tentatively: "If we want to join the night elves, Moonwell..."

"impossible."

An inexplicable color flashed in Shandris' eyes, and he said firmly, "High Priest Tyrande Whisperwind will not agree."

Valeera understood Shandris' complicated eyes.

She herself doesn't mind Syndra joining the night elves, but it's not up to her to decide.

"Hey~"

Thalerville, Ledros and the others looked at each other, and they were not too surprised by this result.

"As you said, Elesalas is no longer suitable for habitation."

"We are willing to hand over the right to use this ancient city to the night elves. We only hope that General Shandris will allow us to take away the ancient books that Syndra has preserved to this day."

Shandris didn't make things difficult for them, and nodded briskly and said, "Okay, we only need some of these tomes that are suitable for night elves, and you can take all the rest."

"But..., excuse me for asking too much, have you decided where to go?"

Thalerville nodded with a serious expression: "Anyway, they are leaving their hometowns, so it's better to go farther."

"We intend to accept Sharlayan's invitation to cross the endless sea to the kingdom of the high elves, Quel'Thalas."