Infinite Heroes Seat

In the quiet woods, sunlight is projected on the ground through the dense branches, leaving specks of light and shadow. The birds were singing on the branches, their voices were clear and loud. When the cloud of this war is about to spread over the whole world, nature still maintains its peace and tranquility.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the forest.

It was a long and slender traveler with a cloak on his head, covering his entire face. He couldn't see the specific appearance. He walked slowly in the forest, his boots rustling with fallen leaves, giving The quiet woods add a few different atmospheres, and also make this green world lively a lot.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, but the traveler walking in the woods suddenly stopped and sighed slightly when he looked at the beautiful scenery around him.

"After being with me for so long, you should almost come out too!"

The traveler slowly took off his cloak, revealing the long golden hair and pointed ears underneath, and then shouted in a direction behind him.

The surrounding environment was silent. After a while, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress walked out from behind the tree.

He is about forty years old. He has long dark hair and black eyes that are rare in the world of Azeroth. Although his appearance is not as unfavourable, he can be called handsome, especially with a long-standing high. The temperament makes him look particularly conspicuous and outstanding, just like a natural nobleman, and with his clothes at this time, it will not appear rude to appear at any noble banquet banquet.

Of course. Now this scene appears a bit abrupt in this quiet forest, especially the spotless gorgeous dress, which is out of step with the environment. It seems very strange.

"When did you discover me, Prince Kael'thas?"

Walking out from behind the tree, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, but slowly asked.

"Naturally from the beginning, this young master has been staring at you." Mo Wen curled his lips on the opposite side, his heart full of slander, but the words reached his lips. But he didn't say it, even if the middle-aged man looked at the novelty plaything at this time, he was very upset.

After the war with the orcs that day ended. Mo Wen ignored Lothar, Alonthos and others' retention, insisting on going on the road alone. For him, although the human ally is very important, Lothar and these powerful old foxes don't need it. After all, in Mo Wen’s definition, the entire human race is his thugs who charge and fight. It’s not a good thing for their leaders to be too strong and smart. Maybe he will solve some of them himself in the future. Therefore, it is fundamental to have a good relationship with these characters now. It didn't make much sense, and naturally there was no time to chat with Lothar and others.

Only shortly after leaving the refuge team in Stormwind, Mo Wen found that he was being spotted, and the stalker was very powerful. The breath is also very strange. Although he did not meet each other, he combined everything he had seen and heard in the evacuation team. It is not difficult for Mo Wen to guess the identity of the other party. After all, it is not only the other party who is paying attention to him, but he is also paying attention to him!

Facing the future *oss in front of him, Mo Wen ignored the other's impolite look, but instead asked: "This is not important. The important thing is Prestor. Why are you here? If I remember correctly If you do. Your territory should be in Alterac, why did you appear in the escape team in Stormwind, and why did you appear here?"

"Oh?" The middle-aged man on the opposite side was taken aback for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Presto is indeed one of his vests, but how did the elf prince on the other side know? Originally attracted by the opponent’s strength and identity, he wanted to follow him to destroy this person who might threaten his plans in the future, but now the middle-aged people are curious. The prince seems to be not as simple as imagined. People!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man spread his hands, with a noble smile on his face, slowly walked over to Mo Wen, and explained as he walked: "Your Excellency Kael'thas, you should also know The relationship between our human nobles is intertwined. I also have some relatives and friends in Stormwind. This time I came here to visit them, but I didn’t expect that in the end, Stormwind was--. I had no choice but to follow. Evacuate together!

As for why I am here now, of course it is because I want to make friends with His Royal Highness Kael'thas. For me and my family, the friendship between the high elves is a very precious thing. Your Royal Highness has something, and it happens that I still have some strength. Isn't this a rare opportunity, so I followed up uninvited, and please forgive my Royal Highness! "

While talking and walking, the middle-aged man had a friendly smile on his face at this time. If it were an ordinary elf, he might have believed the other party's lies and put down his guard.

But Mo Wen didn't believe a word. Even if he didn't know the identity of the other party, he could see that the other party was insincere, and the flash of disdain when talking about the elves and humans. ——A guy with such a look, what? Maybe for the sake of his prince's identity, he followed him eagerly?

Touched his chin and looked at Lord Prestor who was getting closer and closer, Mo Wen's face showed a ‘sudden’ expression, his right hand knocked on the palm of his left hand in amazement.

"It turned out to be like this! I thought your Excellency was here to investigate because of the opening of the Dark Portal. When I saw the Stormwind refuge team, I wanted to slaughter them, but I finally found that keeping them might be better to provoke them. The war between the orcs and the human race, so Lothar and the others were saved, and finally mixed into the team to see if there was any place to start, and left some back hands for himself to control the human race in the future."

"It turns out that's not the case!-Deathwing-Nye-Sa-ri-O-Your Excellency!"

The air suddenly became dignified, and the entire forest seemed to be controlled by something, very depressed.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side had already stopped, looking at Mo Wen, his face was terribly gloomy.

"How did you know who you are!"

An invisible power radiated from him. That is a natural suppression of the creatures at the top of the food chain to the creatures in the lower layers. Of course, it may be called Longwei in the world.

Face this Lord Prestor, no. It should be said to be one of the five-color dragon kings, the rebellious Black Dragon King, Death Wings, Nesario, Mo Wen didn't mean to be nervous at all, and he just ignored the thick, almost substance-like Dragon Wei.

Such things as coercion are also somewhat useful for people with different strengths and dispositions. To Mo Wen, it was negligible, and he had even seen something like the Heroic Spirit Goddess that ruined the world. Deathwing is nothing like Longwei, besides, there is a perfect bloodline, mixed with the bloodlines of Veeva, Quincy, Shura, etc., it is unknown that it may still be human in appearance. But it's hard to say what's in it. Compared with Deathwing, it is not certain who is higher in the food chain!

Ignoring the strong malice emanating from Deathwing, his expression was very indifferent. He looked at the Black Dragon King quietly and smiled suddenly, "Don’t be so nervous, Lord Deathwing! I miss us. There may be some common language between them, and there is no possibility of cooperation!"

"Cooperation?" But Deathwing was grinning. "I want to kill you more now!"

For Deathwing, the others are only divided into two categories, one is the enemy that needs to be eliminated. One is an idiot that can be used to destroy the world. No matter how Mo Wen looks at it, he can only belong to the former. That kind of identity, that kind of strength, and the vaguely displayed wisdom, will never Used for it. It's better to kill it now.

In the dazzling white light, the flocks of birds flew up and down. The whole forest was shaking.

The pitch-black behemoth appeared in front of Mo Wen's eyes and rushed forward. Under the black armor, hot flames and magma were beating. Just approaching it gave people a sense of despair.

However, the rabbit flew and fell. In just an instant, a blood-colored giant fist slashed through the space and slammed on the beast's head.

With a loud bang, the body of the giant beast rolled backwards, not knowing how many trees it had hit, and finally stopped.

The scene quieted down for a while, and the two sides of the battle had time to observe each other carefully.

Looking at the huge body of Deathwing tens of meters long, looking at the dark armor, the hideous bone spurs, and the burning flames. I don’t know that the expression is extraordinarily solemn. Although I have known it for a long time, it is the first Faced with this top expert in the world of Azeroth, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous, - this level of power can no longer be defeated by himself.

On the opposite side, Deathwing shook his head and slowly climbed up from the ground. The sudden attack just now forced him to get serious. The huge body tightened slightly, and the hideous spikes continued to twist with the body. Moving and changing directions, while guarding carefully, he began to carefully look at his opponent.

In his eyes, I saw that the fairy prince was standing on a large floating cauldron at this time, and a huge blood-colored figure appeared behind him. It was not much smaller than himself. Neorio knew very well that this was just now. The thing fisted and flew, feeling the power and evil aura in it, and its expression began to become dignified, making the entire face look more and more ugly.

Both sides were a little jealous. The silent storm whirled between a person and a beast, but no one took the initiative. In the surrounding forest, a large number of birds and beasts began to flee desperately, fleeing this place like apocalypse in horror. .

"Your Excellency Deathwing, I think we'd better talk about it!"

In the quiet confrontation, Mo Wen was the first to speak, and opened the Four Spirits Blood Array. Although he is not afraid of Deathwing, he is not sure of winning, let alone killing the opponent, and if he is really annoyed. This giant dragon about to go crazy ~ www.wuxiamtl.com~ After it completely fell to the ancient gods, when it threw the entire cataclysm with its own power, the fun of the elves would be great. Believe in Death Wings I wouldn't care about revenge for the **** who once offended him when he wreaks havoc on the whole world.

But Deathwing on the opposite side thinks otherwise. From ancient times to the present, he has betrayed all his friends and walked on the road of destroying all things. It believes in the weak and the strong,-Mo Wen wants to stop the war, yes! But let's talk about the strength that can fight it first! The attack just now made Deathwing terrified, but it was not enough to make it retreat!

A few sparks spurted from his nose with disdain, and Deathwing opened his mouth and spouted a hot torrent towards Mo Wen, and everything turned into ashes wherever the flames passed.

"Deathwing, you are looking for death!"

Facing the skyrocketing fire, Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and then he gritted his teeth and roared. Behind him, Shura's huge figure directly rushed towards the wings of death. (To be continued)

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