For Yan Yan, Mirel, like Leon and Chen Yu, are her friends in this world.
Although she didn't have much communication with Mirel in normal times, she liked this dark, brown-haired, honest and honest man from the bottom of her heart.
When Yan Yan heard the bad news about Mi Lair, he couldn't say he was sad, but his heart ached violently, feeling that something he cherished had left him forever.
This feeling made her feel so stuck in her heart that she wanted to vent it out violently.
However, she didn't want Leon and the others to see it, and she didn't want them to worry.
Yan Yan is a domineering and arrogant woman, but her thoughts are also delicate and emotional.
After all, no matter how domineering and arrogant she is, she is still essentially a woman.
Yan Yan stood on Xiaohu's back, summoning countless hot weapons, pouring out angry flames.
The little tiger cooperated with her and ravaged these ugly corpses, often making one slice with one forward move and a circle with one sweep of its claws.
"Summon the Gatling Heavy Machine Gun!"
"Summon the Thor Cannon!"
"Summon air-to-ground missiles!"
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Endless tongues of fire, carrying Yan Yan's grief and indignation, poured on the corpse puppet, and the monsters that fought with it all suffered unparalleled disasters.
However, the Warcraft did not dare to complain. They just hoped that Yan Yan would not be too angry and even bring them with him.
The three holy-level monsters swallowed hard, secretly thankful that their decision was so wise that they did not conflict with Yan Yan.
This is simply a pervert, a lunatic!
Although Yan Yan's firepower was not enough to hurt them, he was able to kill his men one by one.
Moreover, the majesty of the Red Flame Tiger is not just a decoration.
At this moment, the three holy-level monsters were thinking about how to please this domineering woman later.
"Master, time is running out." Suddenly, Xiaohu frowned and said solemnly.
Yan Yan paused for a moment, and then it became clear to her, and the grief and anger in her heart was almost vented.
"Xiaohu, you go back first." Yan Yan said calmly, and then dispersed the Red Flame Tiger.
In fact, Yan Yan didn't want to counter-summon Xiaohu, but there were too many problems involved, so he had no choice but to counter-summon him.
After all, Xiaohu is too powerful and should not exist in this world.
So much so that Yan Yan forcibly summoned him. Not only was his strength reduced, but he was also limited by time.
Originally she wanted to ask Xiaohu about her past, but now she can only postpone it.
Perhaps, waiting for Xiaohu to find a way to suppress his own strength and then summoning him would save him some trouble.
After all, such a powerful monster is going to attract the world's attention.
At this time, Yan Yan stood alone in the tide of corpses. Any corpses that came close to her were torn apart by the heavy weapons in her hands.
"Have you seen enough? Get out of here!" Yan Yan said inexplicably, and then poured the thunder cannon into a place, instantly razing it to the ground.
"You are really violent!" A hoarse voice came out from the smoke.
Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a black robe with a skull embroidered on his chest came out.
His face was pale and he seemed to have been seriously injured. If Rexxar was still here, he would be able to identify this old man as the dark elemental mage who injured him.
When Yan Yan broke into the zombie wave and wreaked havoc, she felt the old man's presence.
Judging from his aura, he is still as powerful as Orido, which means that this old man is a demon saint.