A hiding place.

Yrel, who was born in Shadowmoon Valley, heard many strange stories when he was alive. In those stories, the sewers of Karabor Temple were like a complex maze with many dark creatures hidden in it. But when you really step into it,

Only after arriving here did Yrel see the true face of the sewer. Frankly speaking, it was no smaller than the upper level of the Dark Temple, and there were traces of manual excavation in many places.

"The prisoner didn't lie, there are a lot of rats here!"

"Spread out! In the name of Lord Tyrion, catch them!"

Under Yrel's order, the Dark Rangers and Death Knights dispersed and rushed into different tunnels. The bodies of these lost people had been severely degraded. Living in the void energy for a long time had made their bodies shrink, their strength weak, and their personalities...

And his will has become fragmented, and he is no match for the ruthless death knights.

Yrel himself, led by the captives, went all the way deep into the sewers. The news of the death knights' entry seemed to have spread. There were screams of panicked lost people everywhere. They didn't even think about it.

They resisted, scurrying around like headless flies. When the Death Knight approached, they even buried their heads on the ground and shivered like ostriches.

If Tyrion hadn't ordered them to be captured alive, the death knights brought by Yrel might not have needed 30 minutes to kill all these non-threatening guys.

"There! Right there! Baby and Akama are there!"

The prisoner with chains tied around his neck pointed to a simple stone house at the end of the sewer and shouted to Yrel, who strode into the stone house holding a warhammer.

The darkness could not block the eyes of the death knight. The moment he stepped into the stone house, two sharp blades of light staggered and slashed at Yrel's body, but they were easily blocked by the sturdy war hammer.

"Bang bang"

With two soft sounds, Yrel took a step back. Beating emotions surged in her heart, like a ball of fire. The death knight stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and held the warhammer with both hands. The howling cold sound

A frost storm surged around her body, and with a hoarse cry, Yrel, wearing heavy black armor, rushed into the darkness in front of her like a tank.

"Bang"

The huge death energy from Tyrion strengthened Yrel's body, and she was familiar with the martial arts taught by Grokush. As the warhammer runes beat, the swaying frost hit the front like hail, making the person hiding behind

The sneak attacker in the dark has nowhere to hide, so he can only choose to confront him head-on.

The two dark golden scythes wrapped with chains slashed at the violent death knight from the left to the right. The moment before the sharp blades cut into Yrel's body, the Draenei death knight flicked his fingers, and a layer of bright red

An energy shield appeared on her body, knocking away the incoming scythe. The war hammer swung with both hands swung outward, and the sneak attacker who couldn't dodge was hit in the chest.

"boom"

This powerful and heavy blow blasted the attacker's body through the darkness, directly into the cold water at his feet. The attacker wearing a black hood lay on the ground, with chains wrapped around his body.

The blow caused him great pain, and he struggled to get up, but the next moment, Yrel's hoof-like left foot stepped on the sneaker's back, brutishly pressing him to the ground again.

Yrel moved her fingers, and the scythe scattered on the ground was caught in the grip of death. She looked at this strange weapon, and the violent fighting spirit in her eyes slowly dissipated. After a moment, her eyes changed again.

Leng Bing, she said softly:

"Long time no see... Dear Archbishop Akama!"

This sound stopped the attacker's struggle for a moment. He turned his head with difficulty and saw the death knight in the darkness. Finally, he let out a long sigh and did not give up resistance:
Chapter completed!