In the northern part of the Yongge Forest, there is the largest and most beautiful main city in the entire world of Azeroth: Silvermoon City.As the home of the High Elves, Silvermoon City is quiet and far-reaching, and there are high elves in the beauty, the kind of nobility that exudes from the bones......
It's just that now, this beautiful and noble main city has lost its former peace.Amani's trolls are dying towards the magical barrier at the edge of the city.And the High Elves, who relied on the defense of the magic enchantment, also lost their former elegance - the elven rangers raised their longbows and pulled the bowstrings continuously; The famous elven mages in the whole world will also prepare powerful spells to detonate one after another in the army of trolls!
And on the side of this extremely wide battlefield, a voice that sounded incompatible with this war suddenly sounded - "How is it?"
I didn't lie to you!
Although the strength of Amani trolls is not very good, these guys can be divided into the ranks of order creatures.Compared to the orcs who have been corrupted by the demons, it is always worth more. ”"......"
The senior sister with long hair mopping the floor was silent, as if she had acquiesced to the words of the dead house.But the dragon's eye knew that this was not the case in fact - "Hey, you really can't harvest the souls of these trolls?"
”Long Yan felt the soul that had been gathered by Lin Bai to the two of them, and he was also a little puzzled in his heart.It's not that he's entangled in the fate of these souls, but he suddenly finds that the savings pool of his souls is growing rapidly......
"It is said that Ling (the leader of Medisa's Yongge Guard) has been working hard to collect souls for me outside, but I didn't expect that I had just come to such a station on the battlefield, and the souls I obtained had surpassed her efforts for so long. ”Long Jing secretly thought in his heart, but he felt that he should be the protagonist, but he obviously forgot the little senior sister who was working hard to gather souls by his side......
So, when the Dead House calmed down and was ready to replenish the soul pool.He suddenly found that the souls around his body that had been swarming suddenly began to scatter and flee.Even if he tried his best, the soul he collected in the end was not as much as he unconsciously absorbed at the beginning......
"Looks like you just ate a lot of food!"
”The black long of the poisonous tongue squinted and looked at the dragon's eyes like that.Looks like she's found out what someone just stole to eat.It's just that who is Longyan?
Does he care about a small look?
Not to mention that Lin Bai is just scraping him with that eye now, even if his little senior sister takes out her poisonous tongue, will the color on Long Yan's face change slightly?
Not at all!
Not to mention that his face changed drastically and he handed over his soul, just to let him take out his eyes to look at her, Long Yan felt that this devil couldn't do it!
However, this is just the effect of eyes and words, if this black chief uses a killer weapon, then ......
"Senior sister!"
If you have something to say, go and don't use the knife!
”With a bitter face, he stared at the long knife around his neck "timidly", and said, "Senior sister, don't you just want souls?"
Can't I give it to you?
Let's put the knife down first!
”"I know you're fast, but if I really wanted to, I wouldn't have caught you.But......
Hmph, think about the love sisters you collected in your castle, if you don't want to give me cheap, you'd better not play tricks on me!
”"......" was seen through the dead house of careful thinking, looked at his little senior sister speechlessly, and finally looked even more unwilling, and took out his nine soldiers in front of Lin Bai.I don't know if the thoughts in Long Jing's heart are too YD, the first form of his nine soldiers is a soft sword - don't ask how the soft sword can express YD, because that will definitely refresh your three views!"
Forget it, forget it!
Stay away from me with your disgusting thing!
”Hei Changzhi's senior sister consciously left the side of the dead house when Long Yan took out the nine soldiers.In addition to the fact that the shape of the weapon of the dragon eye is too exaggerated, it is more due to the reserve of a woman - "I really don't know what you thought when you first cast the Nine Soldiers, and actually made the sacred weapon used by the ancestors into this shape!"
Take advantage of the fact that now, I don't want the souls you stole just now, you hurry up and use those souls to condense the second form of your nine soldiers!
”"I ......"
Regarding the disdain of the senior sister, Long Jing was of course ready to refute two sentences.However, when his voice blurted out, he suddenly found the long knife in Lin Bai's hand......
"I understand, then I don't know what kind of weapon Senior Sister likes?"
I will definitely do my best to condense a shape that my sister likes!
”"Your weapon, what do you ask me to do what I want......"
Lin Bai glanced at the dead house with some strange eyes.Then just when Long Jing thought that she would not give an opinion, a trace of blush suddenly appeared on Hei Changzhi's face, and said, "Qin, I like the piano, especially the lyre!"
”The voice of the devil's temptation of "......" is so beautiful in the ears of the dragon's eyes.So even the dead house who has never understood the rhythm of music can't help but want to ...... the (touch) in his hand Oh no, it's a soft sword, that's right!
It's the shape of a soft sword that transforms a lyre!
Long Yan, who had made up his mind, clenched the soft sword with both hands, and while trying to imagine the appearance of the seven-stringed guqin in his mind, he kept injecting the power of the soul into his nine soldiers......
With the infusion of power, the soft and firm (tentacle) hand-like soft sword also began to change its shape, and gradually took on the appearance of a piano - however, just when the appearance of the lyre was about to be finalized, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be very serious, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he asked Lin Bai a desperate question!"
Senior sister, what does the lyre look like!""......"
Therefore, even the devil is not all that kind of cunning existence.It's like Lin Bai, the black and straight devil who has lived for tens of thousands of years, when facing her junior brother who calls himself a "literary youth", but in fact has nothing to do with the word "literature and art", it is always difficult to resist the urge to burst into foul language!"
Whew......
Do whatever you want!
Anyway, that's your nine soldiers, what does it have to do with me!
”I don't know how many deep breaths he has experienced, but Lin Bai finally resisted the urge to point at Long Yan's nose and scold him.- In Hei Changzhi's eyes, this dead house is obviously hopeless, and once again deceived her feelings...... () Light of Lordaeron