"come yet."

Under Onyxia's close protection, Valeera still sat calmly in the seat of the arbitrator, watching with her own eyes Denathrius and the Venthyr elites he brought with him, flapping their huge bat wings and rushing towards Austria. Lipos arrived.

"If you are not a family, you will not enter the same family."

Onyxia sneered and said sarcastically: "He is indeed a 'brother' with the same origin as Nathrezim. Venthyr's wings are almost exactly the same as those of the Dreadlord."

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