Rise of the blood elves

472【What gives you the confidence to defeat me? 】

At this time, Supreme Korfan looked at one side of the mountain with caution. On the mountain, all the Shado-Pan monks had been captured, and the golden-yellow Kaipa blades of the mantid elf soldiers were placed on their necks.

A mantid that looked like a sentinel had just landed and made a few gestures to the Supreme One.

Korfan couldn't help but look serious. Seeing that the mantids guarding the prisoners were waiting for his orders, he nodded slightly.This was a raid, the return journey would be difficult, and the mantid didn't need any prisoners.

Golden light flashed and hot blood splashed.The mantid elf soldiers swung their sharp blades one after another, and the corpses of the pandaren fell into the snow.

After all this was done, Korvan urged: "Hurry up. My men report that pandaren reinforcements are almost here."

"Don't worry, my Lord Mantid. It will take us some time to weaken the master's lightning power, otherwise we will not be able to teleport him away. We will hand over the source of shadow to you intact, don't worry. "

"ASAP."

The Supreme Korfan urged again.This foreigner who possesses the dark power of his master Y'Shaarj is too calm.Even though there was the extremely powerful thunder cloud auspicious dragon guarding him above his head, even though there were artifacts like the Thunder King's Holy Bell beside him, he still had a very bad premonition lingering in his heart.

illusion.Korfan took a deep breath and drove the useless thoughts out of his mind.

"I advise you to be careful. This foreigner can also control the shadows." He reminded again. He had reminded him more than once when he laid out the plan a few days ago.

"We have been extremely careful," Qiu Fei Su'e sneered, "Don't worry, with the Holy Bell around, he won't be able to release even a tiny bit of shadow energy."

"Sovereign Korfan, right?" the foreigner in the barrier said suddenly.

Korfan blinked. He did not expect that this foreigner would talk to him, let alone that he knew his identity, but he had no intention of replying.

The last remnant of the barrier has disappeared. The Mogu queens began to cast secret spells. The color of the evil air flow arising from the Thunder King's Holy Bell changed several times. Korfan did not understand that the Mogu clan combined arcane magic with shadow spells. The only thing I know about the weird secret method of coming together is that according to what the Mogu Queens said, once the process starts, within a moment, the power in the foreigner's body will be weakened enough to be passively teleported.They should be able to get through the return portal before the pandaren reinforcements arrive.

"The purpose of cooperating with these former mortal enemies is for the continuation of the ethnic group." The foreigner added.

What a strange guy. Korfan chuckled. Out of interest, he asked: "What do you want to say?"

The foreigner's deep gaze was peaceful, "I want to know what kind of mantid you are."

Korfan felt even more amused that even at this time, he still didn't forget to ask such a strange question.

He thought again of his experience at Thunder Mountain a few days ago.

"You should have killed me when we were in Thunder Mountain. No matter what, I thank you for your kindness. But I cannot let personal pity override my responsibility to my people. After you die, I will follow the Mantid's instructions. Bury you properly according to the customs, foreigner, this is my promise." Korfan said seriously.

"Are you a mortal who only loves to worship Y'Shaarj crazily, blindly follows the legacy of the long-lost Dark Empire, and longs to one day achieve the lofty goal of the Will of the Void? Or are you a mortal who is willing to change yourself for the sake of the well-being of your people? The tradition that should be abandoned, the true hero who follows the evolutionary process of the ethnic group and leads the people to the light is the latter? I can point out a clear path for you. After all, this is an era full of turmoil, isn't it? Good and bad depend on each other, and sometimes , Subversion also means change, and only by seizing the fleeting opportunity can we open up a smooth road in a future full of uncertainty."

The dark gray rope almost completely covered him, but the outsiders were completely unaware of it, as if they were nothing, and they didn't even look at the Mogu mystic who was walking toward him with a sharp blade in his hand.

Korfan can hardly figure out whether he is welcoming death calmly or whether he is not afraid of it at all.

"Say less, it will make you feel better." Looking at the suffering foreigners, Ke Fanshan