If Ebythian hadn't arrived in time, Sharlayan really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to take down this group of destroyers.

Even if they finally survived until Sarista's poisonous hair with soft and hard foam, without the additional blessing of the first sneak attack, the three of them would probably have to pay some price.

The adult dragons are all legendary creatures that surpass the limits of human beings, and it is of course no problem to deal with a Xivarla who is less than level 60.

The demon's vitality is very strong, and Sallysta, who was seriously injured, seemed unable to die for a while.

That being the case, Sharlayan wasn't too busy sending her back to the Twisting Nether.

Anyway, the demon will not completely disappear after death in Azeroth. It is nothing more than going back to the Twisting Nether to read the article and be resurrected. After decades, she will be a hero again. It is better to take this opportunity to let her play the remaining value.

"Humph!"

Ebyssian is not happy with the demons that have ravaged Neltharion's lair.

Although this place has long been abandoned, it was once the holy land of the black dragon clan after all, and it has a special meaning to Ebisian, who is a black dragon, and he does not allow anyone to defile this place.

"The lingering Burning Legion has started to attack Azeroth again after 10,000 years."

Sharlayan shrugged his shoulders and reminded: "To be precise, the small actions of the Burning Legion did not start recently. As early as hundreds of years ago, Sargeras began to make arrangements quietly."

"Let's talk about this topic slowly when we have time. Let's go back to Thunder Totem first. I hope that Voretal can also gain something."

…

In a certain future, Voretal will leave Kael'thas, who has gone astray, and lead a group of high elves with unconscionable consciences to seek refuge with Naaru, establish an organization called Stargazers, and be given the title of Prophet .

Although Voretal in this time and space is destined not to take that path, the title of Prophet did not come for nothing.

Through astrology, Worrethal has limited ability to predict certain events that may occur after a short period of time.

This kind of prediction is not necessarily accurate, nor will it be very specific, just a vague hunch.

Many people have encountered a situation where they have never experienced certain things and scenes, but when they actually encounter them, they will have an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

The prediction of astrology is to capture the sense of déjà vu that may appear in the future, and realize it to a certain extent, so as to predict the future.

Voretal is not like another Jebao face who bears the name of the Prophet, who can open the whole picture to predict and hang, but the prediction in a small area is relatively accurate.

He used astrology to predict an important event that might happen in the near future.

Someone tried to sneak into Chief Mulla's ward, let him pass away from the lingering sick bed, and took advantage of the chaos to steal the holy hammer of Kazgoros stored in the upper hall of Thunder Totem.

Although the specific characteristics of the attacker cannot be clearly seen in the dream of foresight, as long as he knows that the opponent intends to take this kind of action, Voretal can make targeted arrangements and make every move.

As it turned out, Worrethal's prediction was correct.

A female tauren named Namo entered Mulla's ward carrying a medicinal soup made from herbs. Today, it was her turn to take care of the great chief who woke up from time to time.

Voretal inquired about Namor in advance, and the results he got made him suspicious.

None of the tauren from Thunder Totem could tell Namor's origin in detail. In their impression, Namor has lived in Thunder Totem for many years and is a trustworthy compatriot.

However, when asked in depth, the records about Namor cannot be justified and are full of various loopholes.

"Here comes the medicinal soup!"

When Namor walked into the chief's ward with the medicinal soup carefully, the scene in front of her made her heart skip a beat.

Since Chief Mulla has been ill in bed for nearly a year, in order to avoid further impact on his health due to too many people in contact with, even Ulan wanted to see his father and had to report in advance. Agree to enter to visit.

But at this time, Mu La's tent was crowded with a large group of people, and some of them blocked her back immediately after Namor entered the room.

Mulla, who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed, was nowhere to be found, and was probably transferred to another room. This was a trap that was set up in advance to watch someone step in.

"Uh~ ahahaha! Everyone, what's going on today? Why are there so many people?"

Jie'er Hemane looked up and down at the numb Namor with deep eyes. The eyes of this powerful shaman who had just reached middle age seemed to be shining brightly.

"Namor? From the Rivermane clan?"

Jie'er asked with a serious expression: "Why have I never seen you? Whose descendant are you?"

"huh~"

From the battle set up by the top of the Gaoling tribe, Namor knew that he could not escape, so he simply stopped pretending.

"Since everyone knows about it, I won't act in this play."

"Pfft~"

As a puff of green smoke rose, the female tauren transformed into a... bald demon over three meters tall.

The faces of the three chiefs showed shock at the same time, and everyone present immediately drew out their weapons and prepared for battle.

"Nathrezim, as expected."

Voretal stood out from the crowd with a calm expression: "Give up resistance, and honestly explain the time and purpose of your infiltration into Highmountain, and I can give you a happy time on behalf of Prince Kael'thas."

"Wow!"

A few bald demons with big bat wings like Namor were thrown in from the door dying, and the moment the curtain was lifted, Namor could see that a barrier had risen in front of the door.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The dreadlord Namor laughed wantonly: "Are you actually threatening the Burning Legion? Ignorant wretches, do you really think that a mere death threat can scare us?"

"Oh~"

A contemptuous laugh came from outside the door, and a silver-haired high elf carrying a six-handed demon lifted the curtain and walked in, throwing the demon on his shoulders in front of Namor.

"Of course one death can't hurt your bones, but we have ways to make your life worse than death. Don't think that only the Witch Society knows how to torture the soul."

The face of the dreadlord named Namor suddenly twitched.

Even for the demons of the Burning Legion, coven is a forbidden word that is not easily mentioned.

Those crazy Xivarra take pleasure in torturing people, trying to research new methods every day, making the demons who were thrown in for punishment due to mission failures feel miserable.

Sharlayan grasped Shalista, who was dying on the ground, from the air. A translucent soul was forcibly channeled by him with necromancy and held in his hand.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As soon as she joined hands, Sarista's soul let out a scream, and her six arms danced and tried to get rid of Sharlayan's control.

But Sharlayan only increased the intensity of necromancy, and immediately suppressed the struggle of the Shivalla.

About 5 minutes later, Sarista, whose soul was tortured in every possible way, couldn't even scream. She knelt on the ground with her hands and feet drooping, her eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this scene, "Namo" suddenly felt a chill coming from his back.

He had never been in a witch association, and he never wanted to go in and experience it for himself in his life.

He didn't expect to be caught on the spot when he came to Azeroth to perform official duties, and a colleague of Shivalla who was proficient in torture was actually tortured to the point of losing his mind by a mere mortal.

"Okay, let's make a decision."

A bright smile appeared on Sharlayan's face: "Say ~lightnovelpub.net~ or not?"

"Even if you don't tell me, I can still read your soul memory and search for clues. It will only take a little time and energy at most."

The Nathrezim would not be loyal to the Burning Legion. They would only recognize one master in their lives, and that was the Emperor Denathrius who created them.

"Suck~"

"Namor" took a deep breath, glanced at Sarista who was limp on the ground, and swallowed nervously.

"If I say so, you promise to give me a good time?"

"Of course, I will obey His Royal Highness' orders."

Sharlayan sneered: "Besides, I always keep my promises, even to my enemies."

"Okay, let's be honest."

"Who told you to sneak into Highmountain and sow discord between the drogbar and the Highmountain tribe? How many demons slipped out of the Tomb of Sargeras? What orders did the others accept?"