Infinite Heroes Seat

"Vereesa, hurry up! Give me that black scale, I will use it to destroy the demon soul!"

Ronin's eyes lit up when he looked at the black scales on Vereesa's chest, as if a drowned person saw the last straw around him.

Although he does not know whether the scales of Deathwing can destroy the Demon Soul, it is obviously more reliable than the methods he used to implement before. After all, this is the power of the original owner, and the dragon scale itself is also more reliable. Very sturdy weapon!

The little mage couldn't even wait for Vereesa to hand over the scales, and he ran over in three steps and two steps with the Demon Soul, darts and darts, with an anxious expression on his face.

However, Vereesa smiled bitterly, and instead stepped back a few steps, pulled away, and said: "Sorry, Ronin, I can't give it to you!"

Ronin was taken aback, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and said impatiently: "Vereesa, I just borrow it and return it to you later. Now we must destroy the demon soul first, Alexstrasza xià them. It won't last long!" He thought that Vereesa was reluctant to hold the trophy on his chest.

Unexpectedly, listening to Ronin's words, the bitterness on Vereesa's face was even stronger, holding the scales of Deathwing in her hand, but she retreated farther.

"Sorry, Ronin, I really can't give it to you!"

The atmosphere suddenly became dignified, except for the roaring and fighting sounds of the dragon below, the bridge surface became quiet for a while.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Ning solemnly looked at the female elf and asked, "Vereesa, why is this?" He is not a fool either. At this time, he couldn't see that the other party had a problem anymore, and he didn't deserve to be a mage anymore.

Vereesa lowered her head. There was no sound, but another voice sounded around the two of them.

"Because our prince also wants the demon soul. How can we let you destroy it?"

White lights flashed, and in a blink of an eye, three cloaked figures appeared beside Vereesa and Ronin, surrounded them in a triangle shape, and then one of them opened his cloak and faced Luo. Ning just smiled and spread his little hand under the cloak.

"Now, little mage, let's hand over the demon soul now! In the face of Vereesa, we might consider not killing you!"

Looked at the other person's pointed ears under the bushy long hair. Luo Ning's heart sank, and then he whispered: "You high elves also want the demon soul? What are you going to use it for, do you want to control the dragon like an orc?"

Facing Ronin’s questioning, the silver-haired elf headed by him smiled, “I don’t know. The order is from His Royal Highness. Whatever you do with the Demon Soul is something His Royal Highness needs to worry about!"

"His Royal Highness Kael'thas?" Hearing the name again, Ronin couldn't help but sink to the bottom. He found that this action seemed to be more than the black dragon and the red dragon pushing behind him. Even the high elves intervened, and no matter which of the three elves in front of them was stronger than him, it was clear that the layout of the elves was deep. And when I thought of what might happen to these powerful elves after acquiring the demon soul. Ronin felt cold again, why did the elves of Quel'Thalas chase power frantically when the orcs were about to be completely defeated. Even offend the Dragon Clan again for this? Are the elves really as kind as humans perceive them?

Reluctantly maintaining his composure, Luo Ning squeezed the hand holding the devil's soul firmly. Then he pointed his probe towards the underside of the bridge, pretending to say with ease: "It's not impossible to hand over the demon soul to you. But are you sure that you can escape the death wing and be chased by the wings? In my opinion, you should just destroy it. It’s good!"

Under the bridge, the situation of the four dragon kings is becoming more and more dangerous. It is estimated that it will be completely defeated by Deathwing in the near future. At that time, whoever holds the soul of the devil will be chased by the Black Dragon King.

But facing Ronin's persuasion, the silver-haired elf shrugged indifferently, and said casually: "You don't have to worry about this, we naturally have a way to deal with it--!"

"Enough! Lannathul, why bother to talk so much nonsense with this human being, kill him directly, and take the demon soul over!"

Seeing what his companions had to say, one of the three elves holding a purple long sword waved a weapon, and looked at Ronin with a ray of killing intent, which made him extremely impatient.

The silver-haired elf didn't take it seriously. He glanced back at the silent Vereesa, and then said slowly: "Solanlian, haven't you noticed that you have become more and more violent lately? What does this man in front of me say is also Wen. Resa’s good friend, just spare his life!"

But Solan Ryan glanced at Vereesa, and then sneered, "I care about whose friend he is, as long as you dare to stand in the way of the prince, you can kill it! No one can disobey the prince's orders. , Even our companions are the same!"

As the great astrology master of Quel'Thalas, Sorrenlian is one of the rare mages who can foresee future fragments. Although her ability has been greatly weakened after Mo Wen's arrival, she has obtained the benefits before. The information will not disappear, so she clearly knows that if it does not appear inexplicably, what a sad end will be for those who greet the high elves-the country is ruined, the corpses are everywhere, and countless elves die in unfaithfulness, that kind of horror Although Solan Liane had foreseen the scene for a while, she was completely unable to change it, so she could only wander in distress and pain alone. But the day Mo Wen came, the future that Solanlian saw began to become blurred and even distorted, which undoubtedly made the great astrology master who had been sinking in the darkness see a ray of light, so from that moment on, She vowed to follow His Royal Highness all her life and remove the obstacles for him.

So of the four female elves present, Sorrenlian is the most radical. For Quel'Thalas in the future, she can even act on her compatriots without hesitation, let alone kill a human!

Seeing the unconcealed murderous intent of the elf, Ronin felt a chill in his heart, holding the soul of the devil in one hand, and quietly raising his staff in the other, while Vereesa watched the scene on the other side. There was a trace of unbearableness in his eyes, and he opened his mouth slightly, just wanting to say something.

But the silver-haired elf took her a step ahead. It seemed that she didn't want to have another quarrel among her comrades. She waved her hand to Solan Liane and said with a serious face: "Forget it, under the title of the Great Astrology Master, we have this time The task is not to kill people. I see how to deal with him and leave it to His Royal Highness. Come on, let us complete our task first!"

Solan Lian curled her lips and glanced at Vereesa without saying much. Then she saw the three elves taking out several water bottles from their arms at the same time, looking around the surrounding environment, making estimates, and then started. Arranged on the bridge. They opened the water bottles ~www.readwn.com~ and placed them in different positions on the bridge, looking at it as if they were setting up some magic circle.

Without speaking or making a move, Ronin just held the Demon Soul tightly and let the three of them move around. He could feel that even if they were setting up some unknown magic circle, there was still a part of these three. Putting his mind on him, as long as he dares to move rashly, it will definitely be a thunderous blow, no, maybe these three are still expecting him to move rashly!

Because there was no interference, the three powerful elves quickly completed their mission. I saw Lannathor took out the last bottle of liquid, shook it twice, and then watched the dragon kings fight under the bridge. The scene is just a sigh.

"This is the last bottle of Sunwell water. The inventory saved for hundreds of years has been used up! These dragon kings are also really waste. Before leading them to Deathwing, none of the three were left. If you play against the other side, we still have to make a move!"

Nagging to herself, Lannathor didn't hesitate, opened the water bottle in her hand, but fell to the last position.

"In this way, our task is completed, and the rest depends on His Royal Highness!" (To be continued...)