"Rom" woke up from his sleep, rubbed his hazy eyes helplessly, and muttered: "Here we go again. This time it's so close. How come they have made more moves in the past year than in the past 100 years!"
"Why……"
"This distance. Needless to say, even if Solidomi knew about it, he would definitely ask me to go there."
"..."
Shaked his head.
She left an illusory mirror image in place, and then her real figure disappeared from the place.
…
"Tonatiu? Are you there?"
In sleep.
Tonatiu was awakened.
He heard Modera's gentle, quiet voice ringing outside.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep a little. I want to chat with you. Can you get up and accompany me?"
"Um...wait a moment."
A few minutes later.
In front of the campfire.
The spiritual warriors who were keeping vigil at night saluted Tonatiu, left the bonfire, and went to the outskirts.
The trolls had a perfect tacit understanding. In the first half of the night, a spiritual warrior and a voodoo shooter kept vigil, and the same was true in the second half of the night.
The witch doctor and guide Arcas do not need to keep vigil at night; they are responsible for the daytime vigilance.
Tonatiu and Modera sit in front of the campfire.
midnight.
Compared with the daytime, the temperature in Un'Goro Crater has dropped a lot. The wind blowing over is cold and icy, which is the opposite extreme of the humid and hot weather during the day.
"What's wrong? Are you camping outside and can't sleep?" Tonatiu asked with concern.
"no."
Modera shook her head.
"I just feel a little confused inside."
Tonatiu didn't know how to respond. He waited patiently for the girl to say the next thing.
At this time.
Xalatath suddenly spoke: "Well... I noticed a familiar aura. I left wounds on her body, and not many people are still alive after the wounds I left."
Tonatiu's heart moved.
On the surface, he is motionless, but in his heart, he is on guard.
The night wind from the crater howled by, taking away the decaying smell of the nearby swamps and bringing with it the girlish fragrance of Modera.
"There is one thing. I don't know if I should do it. If it were you, you should be able to make the right decision. Tonatiu, you are always so decisive!" She stared at the bonfire with blank eyes and expressions.
very confused.
"Well... tell me what happened. Maybe I can help you? Even if I can't help you, if you tell someone to share the burden, you will feel better." Tonatius said.
Modera suddenly took a deep breath: "rlgwamg wawa mag rrgwaglm!"
Tonatiu was stunned.
"wr lr grrrlga?"
Modera: "ml wam gawa grrrlgawmg."
Tonatiu: "wlaam?"
Modera: "wr lr grrrlga."
Tonatiu nodded, and his big hand suddenly grasped the small hand of Modera, who was much smaller than himself, "Don't worry, we..."
Modera pursed her lips.
at this time.
Sudden changes occur.
Countless black feathers suddenly floated out of Modera's body, and the feathers swirled around Tonatiu, tightly surrounding him, looking like a cage.
Modera let go of his big hand, took one last look at him, her expression turned cold, and she immediately exited the periphery of the feather cage.
Almost at the moment she exited, the cage formed by black feathers tightened tightly, completely trapping Tonatiu and tying him up.
After Tonatiu was trapped in the feather cage, a black crow fell from the sky and landed next to Modera.
At this time, the vigilant spirit warriors not far away realized something was wrong and shouted a warning. Within ten seconds, all the trolls rushed out. Eight trolls came to save their majesty, but Tonatiu stopped them by shouting.
: "Stop! Obey my orders!"
When the trolls were confused but obeyed, Tonatiu smiled at Crow and Modera, "Ms. Aegwynn? Or the Guardian?"
The next second.
The crow takes the form of a human.
It turned into a petite, cold and charming human beauty holding a huge staff and wearing a feather robe.
It was Aegwynn.
"You actually recognize me? Did Modera tell you?" Aegwynn said in the troll language that she was not very proficient in.
Modera said nothing.
Her expression looked cold, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Tonatiu smiled.
"I have never discussed things about the human kingdom with her. The human kingdom is too far away from me at the moment. I will know the guardian and you for other reasons."
Aegwynn shook his head and said: "I'm not interested in this. Troll, hand over that dagger. I don't want to hurt you."
"You made me like this, how am I going to take it?" Tonatiu didn't struggle, just shook his body, "It's right around my waist. If you want, you can try to take it back."
Aegwynn waved.
The feathers near Tonatiu's waist disappeared, revealing his clothes and a leather dagger sheath that he always carried close to his body. The hilt of Xal'atath's sword was exposed.
"Go get it." Aegwynn suddenly ordered Modera.
"I..." Modera had a troubled look on her face, as if she was afraid of the dagger, "I dare not touch it. It will make me lose control!"
"As long as you control your mind, it can't do anything to you. If you are still worried, I will cast a spell for you..." Aegwynn waved Atiesh in his hand, and a powerful arcane power descended on him.
On Modera.
"Now you can touch it safely. It won't affect you for a while at least."
Almost in the next second.
Tonatiu shouted: "Do it!"
Aegwynn's eyes narrowed.
The trolls rushed towards this side, and Modera shouted: "Madam! I will help you hold them back, and you can take the dagger as soon as possible!"
She rushed forward and fought eight powerful troll enemies alone.
Aegwin didn't know what he was thinking.
She did not move or leave, but instead watched the battle between Modera and the trolls at leisure.
Modera's combat power has been restored to at least 80%. Mysterious arcane energy is gathering on her body, the staff is emitting light, and various spells are attacking the trolls.
The trolls who are able to come here are not weak in fighting ability, and they are all elites selected by Tonatiu. In addition, now that the chief is captured, they are eager to fight and have high morale.
Kezilla and the divine warrior charged forward, their bodies shining with dazzling golden light, smashing through the dark forest like two small suns.
The witch doctor recited a curse, brewing green voodoo spells in his hands. At the same time, he gave various buffs to his teammates, allowing them to run faster, attack more powerfully, and become more resistant to magic.
powerful.
The three flame warriors suddenly used their trump card.
Flames erupted from the Flame Witch Doctor's body, as if on fire, and turned into a humanoid fire element. He roared with the power of throwing flames.
Instead, the Flame Archer shrank in size and turned into a reduced version of the fire element, and the arrows he shot turned into flames.
Charging together with the two divine warriors, the flame berserker seemed to have turned into a human-shaped living flame. The enchanted obsidian giant ax in his hand turned into a flame giant axe, roaring and charging. The trolls present were arrogant.
The most ferocious one is this huge fire elemental warrior that looks like a troll.
