Naturally, Viren didn't know what happened in the future, but even if he knew it, he wouldn't take it seriously. As the saying goes, don't bother the second master, and the future mess will still make the future self a headache.

At this time, Viren looked at the distance with a pale face. Jiefang Sarufal was slowly walking. He walked not far in front of Viren and stopped, threw Broxschigan's hideous head in his hand to the ground, wiped his hands as if nothing had happened, and stood together and saluted: "Great leader, the enemy has been killed, which scares you!"

To be honest, Viren didn't know what attitude he should use to face this Gerte (orc). The only thought in his heart was what the great leader is? Who gave such a shameful title?

Just when Villen was in a daze, Mzdono came out of nowhere. He smiled and said with a smile: "Thank you, Major General Sarufar, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to help us solve this problem."

Shaking his head, Sarufal smiled and said, "It is my responsibility to protect the safety of the great leader. I feel even more honored and proud to be able to return to this time and space to do my best."

"Major General Sarufar has always been a role model for the entire alliance soldiers and is the object of learning for all of us!" Mzdono kept complimenting: "We really don't know how to solve the dangers we encounter today without Major General Sarufar!"

Sarufar did not take what Mzdono said to Sarufar. As a very few, and even the only one who had come into contact with countless highly confidentialities at a low position, Sarufar has confidence in the alliance more than anyone else. Although he is the number one master of the Wanwei League on the surface, in secret, there is no way to know how many of those terrifying and powerful beings are hiding.

After complimenting with Mzdono for a long time, Jiefang Sarufal looked at the watch on his wrist quietly, and quickly put away his thoughts of continuing to talk nonsense and said, "Okay, it's getting late, and the crisis of the great leader has been lifted. I don't need me here anymore. I will go back to the future later."

Mzdono nodded, subconsciously glanced at the silent Viren, and could only interfere again and said, "Major General Sarufar walked slowly, I won't send you."

He saluted Viren again, Jiefang Sarufar turned and left, but his figure suddenly stopped when he walked away, turned around and shouted loudly to the two people who were puzzled: "Great leader, please be sure to strengthen your beliefs and stick to the path of alliance with communist characteristics. In the future, hundreds of millions of people living in dire straits are looking forward to your arrival!"

Looking at Jiefang Sarufal, who had not turned his head back after he finished speaking, Viren subconsciously glanced at Mzdono who was smiling bitterly beside him. The latter was staring at the center of the slightest distortion. Virenmo searched his chin, and for a moment he thought a lot in his heart, and even the pain of losing his left hand was subconsciously ignored.

Looking at the distracted Viren, Mzdono asked carefully: "Great leader, no, that Prophet, let's leave here too?"

"Leave?" Villen, immersed in his thoughts, subconsciously asked: "What to leave?"

"Of course I've left here!"

Mzdono, who felt a little confused, said: "Master Prophet, the enemy has been killed and the crisis has been lifted. We should leave here as soon as possible, and let's talk about your arm..."

Then I remembered that Villen, who was still in danger not long ago, nodded. He glanced at his left arm, which was no longer bleeding, and his face suddenly became gloomy. Yes, it was time to leave, but before leaving, he still had something to deal with!

Thinking of this, Villen roared: "Tasadam, get out of here!"

Suddenly, Mzdono, who heard Villen's roar, shrank his head. He subconsciously wanted to leave far away, but before he could take action, Villen's cold gaze swept over here. Mzdono, who was secretly complaining in his heart, could only stay where he started to hypnotize himself: I am a big tree, I am a big tree...

The red light rose from not far away and dissipated a few seconds later, revealing Tasadam inside. She smiled and looked at the ugly face of Viren, and asked knowingly: "What's wrong?"

He glared at this woman fiercely, the anger in Villen's heart was like a volcano that was about to erupt, and it was almost ignited with a little incentive. He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to curse and said coldly: "What trick are you playing?"

"Take?" Tasadam tilted his head and blinked his big bright eyes, biting his finger and said cutely: "I haven't played any tricks? Isn't everything good? The enemy has been solved, your plan is about to be completed, everything is perfect!"

Viren, who could no longer bear it, had a terrifying murderous intent shot out in his eyes. He flashed in front of Tasadam. Without any mercy, he pinched the other person's neck and said viciously: "Tell me this is perfect? ​​You have been playing with me from the beginning, which is very interesting, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry Viren felt, subconsciously mobilized the power in his body, and the silver light rose from his right hand, wrapping Tasadam's head. In the next second, as Viren's right hand continued to force, Tasadam's head was directly pinched while watching.

The red, white and yellow liquid sputtered all over the ground. He stared at the right hand covered with blood and white filth, and then subconsciously looked at the headless corpse on the ground. Just when Villen was in a daze, a white and slender palm was added to his shoulder: "How is it? Do you feel a little more comfortable?"

Turning his head, Tasadam stood behind him with a smile, looking at Velen who had not yet reacted, she said softly: "One of my clones died directly in your hands. If you are still angry, it doesn't matter. I promise not to scold or fight back. How about queuing and venting your anger in line?"

Tasadam, who had not received a response, pouted his mouth and leaned over here: "Don't be angry, at worst, I'll let you XX first and then XX, and do whatever you want. Never resist. You can unlock and experience many novel postures~"

Weiren, who really didn't expect the other party to make these actions, chose to retreat. He subconsciously took several steps to pull away, looked at Tasadam who was covering his mouth and chuckling and said blankly: "Please respect yourself, girl, I am here to seek revenge, not to ask for flowers and willows!"

Tasadam, who was unable to provoke, froze, and the next moment, he put away the frivolous voice on his face and said, "Okay, I'm not kidding, Viren, you can kill a world will with your own hands. Although it's just a clone, this glory is unique!"

"So what?" Weiren asked back, "I don't want this, the answer, give me the answer to the truth! Also, what did you do to Linglong Boy? Why didn't he respond to me?"

Shaking his head, Tasadam replied: "I'm sorry, I don't know what the old man in your body thinks. As for the answer, I've told you a long time ago!"

Looking at the silent Viren, Tasadam slowly said: "You are a unique variable in our world and unique! But there are gains and losses. Your existence, every thought, every decision you make, will also deeply affect the world and we cannot predict or even interfere with."

"So what does this have to do with the danger I'm facing today?" Veron asked, hearing this, "Why do they hurt me?"

"Of course it's because of your particularity!" Tasadam spread his hands and said, "It's obvious that our enemies don't want you to continue to live. They will try every means to kill you!"

"As long as you are solved, our world will fall again, and in the future, we will return to our established destiny. All that awaits us is destruction and demise!"

"So," said Villen, who understood his situation, coldly: "I will always be in danger, and anyone will rush out of the darkness to try to kill me?"

"That's right," Tasadam said with his hands spread out: "When your existence is determined, your situation will become extremely dangerous, just like this time!"

"Of course," looking at Villen who was frowning subconsciously, Tasadam quickly comforted: "Not every time it will be as dangerous as it is today. Protecting your safety is all prerequisite and the top priority of work. Mzdono exists for this purpose!"

"Ordinary dangers Mzdono will solve them. As for those troubles that are difficult, we can use all means to solve them 'reasonably' as long as it complies with the rules!"

"Reasonable means?" Weiren snorted coldly and laughed: "What is reasonable means? Is it reasonable to recruit future soldiers to fight?"

"Of course!" In the confused gaze of Villen, Tasadam nodded and affirmed: "Why not count? Those future warriors, the reason why they exist was originally for this purpose, and of course it is a reasonable means!"

Before Viren expressed his doubts, Tasadam Youyou said: "As for what is reasonable and what is not reasonable to judge the free world itself, you don't have to worry about this at all!"

Looking at Viren, who was stunned and didn't know what to say, Tasadam felt proud, and then sighed in pain: "As long as you are willing to pay enough, there is nothing unreasonable, only willing or not!"

Although Tasadam seemed to have done nothing and was wandering around like the crowd watching the fun, her hard work and efforts behind the scenes were far beyond people's imagination.

Simply put, a small amount of time and space travel is easy for Tasadam, but this kind of impact is far-reaching and can even be said to be a major event that determines the course of history. Tasadam paid a heavy price to rely on time and space to solve it. This price is not something that ordinary people understand, but the origin of the world that is used like splashing water and accumulated like silk!

Thinking of the origin of the world that had turned into smoke and clouds, Tasadam's tears were almost falling out of pain. The so-called smile on his face was as happy as he was stabbed, and Tasadam was completely forcing his smile to laugh.

Villen may not know much about this, but Mzdono is different. He noticed a trace of it when Tasadam was abnormal. For this reason, Mzdon secretly scolded himself for not looking at the almanac more than once. He curled up hard to try to eliminate his presence, and prayed that he would never be the target of venting his anger in the future...

After Tasadam finished speaking, the two of them were silent in different thoughts. For a moment, only the night wind that blew and the sound of the whimpering wind were left here.

After a while, Tasadam, who was not going to go, who was not coming to go, who was not coming to go, had a little calmer to calm down. She whispered: "Okay, the messy things are over. I guess you are tired, Viren, are you tired? Get the rest quickly, and you can go back and have a good rest!"

Weiren, who was thinking about the problem of Linglong Boy, didn't react for a moment and asked casually: "Isn't it all over? What else is there?"

"Of course it's your basically dead subordinates!" Tasadam asked in confusion: "What? Don't you want to resurrect them?"

When he remembered that there were still such a group of Velen, he suddenly woke up. He asked quickly: "How should I resurrect them?"

"It's very simple. Just walk to the place where they died and release the red power in your body!"

Looking at the confused Viren, Tasadam said with a bad taste: "Remember before resurrecting them, you have to shout three times, 'Mr. Tasadam is the most beautiful!', otherwise the resurrection ceremony will not be successful!"

Looking at the proud Tasadam speechlessly, Viren was too lazy to get stuck, but he had just walked not far away, Tasadam's voice rang out again behind his back: "Also, don't forget the purpose of your coming here today, and remember to destroy the sharp-fanged fortress!"

There was a mess in the battlefield where it was almost impossible to see its original appearance. The remaining few Draenei people sat back to back on the ground, surrounded by dead companions, and only tranquility and despair were left on their faces.

Not far away, the unscathed Nari squatted there with a smile. She was idle and picked up a small wooden stick from the ground, and bored with black and red blood on the ground to write and draw.

Neri discovered the arrival of Villen first. She threw the small wooden stick in her hand aside, jumping to Villen and asked bluntly, "Hey, that Draenei, are you their boss?"

After glanced at Nari, who had completely changed into a personalized state, Viren ignored it. He looked up and looked around, and a hint of grief rose in his heart.

"Hey, I'm asking you!" Nari, who had not received a response, walked up impatiently and said, "Your name is Viren, right? It seems that your subordinates are almost dead. Do you want to consider following me? I will protect you from now on!"

Looking at Nari coldly, Villen, whose anger kept burning in his heart, shouted: "Get out!"

The roar continued to echo in the battlefield, and the originally sad Delaneys were awakened. They subconsciously communicated, and then shouted loudly with surprise and hope on their faces: "Master Prophet? Is Master Prophet!"

After seeing Viren, several Draenei tried to get up from the ground, seeing this scene, Viren was quickly ready to walk over, but was stopped by someone the next moment.

"Mortal, you actually reject my noble gift!"

Nari's face turned extremely twisted and ferocious, and her eyes kept shooting vicious and vicious gazes, looking up and down at Villen and grinned: "I want to pull out your soul, I want to put it into the shadow fire to burn for ten thousand years, I want you to taste all the torture and pain!"

"I..."

Before Nali could finish her threatening words, her face changed drastically the next second, and then she collapsed to the ground and twitched wildly. Nali's hands bent into chicken feet, and while twitching wildly on her body, she couldn't help but hug her head tightly, allowing her sharp nails to penetrate deep into the flesh, and the bloody wounds continued to increase; Nali's pupils turned white, and a trace of saliva from the corners of her mouth flowed out uncontrollably, making her scalp numb.

He glanced at Nari on the ground coldly. Viren clearly understood that the soul in this body was not Nari herself. As for who it was, this question was irrelevant now and would not even become important in the future.

Bypassing Neri, Villen came to the side of several Draenei. The excited people struggled to stand up, but who found out first, but the eyes of the several people finally moved to Villen's left shoulder together.

"My Prophet, your arm?"

The Draenei spoke with panic, frightened and angry, and a twisted madness. The strength from somewhere made him stand up, and he didn't even care about his almost exhausted body protesting. He grabbed the sleeve of Veren's left shoulder and wailed like a night owl, "No, this is impossible!"

Slowly pulling back the sleeve, Viren didn't explain anything. He comforted with a smile: "Okay, you have done your best, have a good rest. After a while, everything will be the same as usual!"

Several people looked at Velen in grief. They didn't hear clearly what Velen said, only hatred, pain and endless anger in their hearts.

Several healing techniques were released to the people, which calmed them a little. Veren stood up and walked to the center of the battlefield, looking at the corpses all over the ground. He took a deep breath and raised his right hand, mobilizing the red power in his body and roared: "In the name of Tasadam, resurrect, my soldiers!"

The dazzling red light rose from Viren and turned into a pillar of light that was ten feet thick to the sky. The dim sky was dyed into a red ocean. Golden sickles and hammers emerged from the ocean, and then they collided heavily, shining a beam of golden light filled with warmth and hope on Viren.

The bells of the whole world rang at the same time, countless praises and blessings were resounding throughout the sky, and colorful petals swayed and fell from the sky. At this time, although Viren's left body was incomplete, his clothes were wrinkled and wrinkled, and his face was covered with dust, he seemed extremely sacred and majestic in the golden light.

At this moment, the remaining Draenei people crawled on the ground at some point. Their eyes became pious from shock, and they couldn't help but shout Tasadam's name of kindness. It was visible to the naked eye that the wounds on their bodies healed rapidly.

The few people who noticed the rapid recovery of their bodies were surprised and happy. After a moment, a scene of almost crashing in their heads occurred. Under the illumination of the red light, the corpses that were originally scattered were floating strangely, and then it seemed as if there were invisible hands manipulating them. They quickly changed from left to right, advancing and retreating.

As the position changed continuously, as if time had flowed back, the dead bodies magically appeared and breathed, and the originally incomplete parts gradually returned to normal. As the eyes slowly opened, consciousness returned to their bodies, and they changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to worship and fanaticism.

In the end, all the Delaneys who died in battle were resurrected, not only their bodies, but also their weapons, armor, and amulets and talismans all returned to their original appearance.

The scene that was like a miracle shocked everyone. They looked at Viren in the golden light in admiration. Who took the lead first. The Draenei took out their weapons and knelt on one knee on the ground: "Long live the Prophet! May the glory of Tasadam shine on us forever!"

Weiren breathed a sigh of relief when the resurrection ceremony ended. He subconsciously glanced at his still incomplete left body and smiled bitterly in his heart. Although Tasadam had vaguely reminded him before, it was not until this moment that he truly realized that he would practice the Qilin Arm in the future.

Turning around and looking at the distance in the darkness, with a moving heart, Tasadam's thoughtfully prepared small objects appeared in his hand, rubbing the small objects like buttons. I wonder if what happened today was too sudden, which made him feel tired, but Viren suddenly became melancholy.

Villen was full of distracting thoughts, and the switch in his hand was slow to press. After a while, Mzdono's came out of nowhere, walked to Villen and whispered impatiently: "Sir, it's getting late, everyone is waiting for you!"

He glared at the innocent Muzdono. Just now, Villen suddenly possessed his predecessor, Cthun, and inexplicably felt a little poetic. He had been brewing for a long time and was about to read it out. Who knew that after Muzdono's interruption, he would directly escape from the inspiration of poetry.

After a long time of cold wind and the fart didn't collapse, Villen glared at Mzdono again. The latter hid in the corner with a smirk and glanced at the dim distance where he could not see anything. Villen sneered and pressed the button heavily.

The deafening explosion sounded, the strong wind whistled, the earth trembled violently, and the unexpected Delaneys fell around. They looked around uneasy, and then looked at the distance where the flames soared into the sky.

After stretching, Veron's mood became inexplicably better. Sure enough, when people were upset, it was the bottom line to find a bad guy to vent. As for the Ruiyao Fortress that had never tried to understand, hell, if it was destroyed, what else can he do to him!

Weiren, who felt refreshed, turned around and ordered: "The Arcane opens the portal and we'll go home!"

Huge cheers sounded, and what happened today made everyone feel exhausted. After hearing the order to go home, the Lord here couldn't help cheering.

He anxiously urged the arcane to build a portal. Everyone couldn't wait to prepare to go home. Veron's eyes kept searching the crowd, and then he quickly walked forward and came to Mzdono.

"Huh?" Weiren, who was originally ready to educate Mzdono not to interrupt anymore, was stunned for a moment after seeing the figure under the other party's feet, and then asked in confusion: "Who is this guy?"
Chapter completed!