Although in the eyes of Sharlayan and Stellagosa, there are many wind elements who responded to Sunderland's call, the Wind Chasers are aware of their own suffering.
Compared with the peak period back then, the number of wind elements that are still willing to respond to his call has long been reduced, and most of them are lower-level wind elements with low strength.
Faced with this embarrassing situation, Sunderland will definitely be dissatisfied, but he also knows that this is human nature.
Today's Sunderland is broke and there are only a few people who are willing to follow him and start from scratch.
After Sunderland disappeared, Al'Aquier took the opportunity to consolidate his rule.
The three Lords of the Four Winds who originally secretly supported Sunderland have been replaced one after another, and there are no longer Sunderland's followers among the senior officials of Sky Wall.
After working hard for thousands of years, we returned to before liberation.
Thinking of this, Sunderland became even more angry at Ragnaros and Al'Akir for causing all this.
However, you have to eat the food one bite at a time and walk step by step. If you take too big a step, you may break the egg.
The total number of wind elements that came in response to the summons was just over 1,000, which should be enough to assist the mortal army in attacking the Molten Core.
There was another thing that made Sunderland feel uneasy. Without exception, several of his most trusted confidants could not be contacted.
Sunderland, who is far away in the material world, has no way of knowing the changes in the Sky Wall in the past few thousand years. He doesn't know whether those people are dead or betrayed, or have other secrets. He plans to wait until this time to conquer the Molten Core. Let’s investigate in detail after it’s over.
After basically confirming that no other wind elements would respond to the call, Sunderland waved away the wind wall blocking the entrance to the canyon.
As the famous Wind Chaser, one of the few demigod-level experts in the wind element family, the wind is like an extension of Sunderland's body.
When Sarlayan was affected by the Wall of Wind and landed, Sunderland sensed it, and the two mortal friends who rescued him had already rushed over to join him.
Sunderland was surprised.
It had only been three days since he parted with the two dragon descendants. Sunderland originally thought that it would take them at least a month to complete the forging of the weapon, but he never expected that the efficiency would be so high.
'Or... they haven't forged the Thunder Sword yet, but they just have something else to discuss with me? '
With limited expectations, Sunderland arranged for a familiar wind element veteran to clean up the army on his behalf, and he speeded up and floated to the entrance of the canyon to meet up with Sarlayan and the other two.
"Why are you here so soon? What happened?"
Sarlayan shook his head in confusion: "It's nothing, we just completed the mission and came to deliver it to you."
Under Sunderland's surprised gaze, Sarlayan lifted the hilt of the Thunder Sword from the space package with some difficulty.
"Here, pull it out yourself. The size of this thing is too big. It's really hard for me to hold it."
Sunderland calmed down, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the Thunder Sword, and slowly pulled it out of the space package.
Judging from the appearance, this weapon undoubtedly meets the standards expected by Sunderland, and even exceeds it.
Sunderland tentatively injected power into the Thunder Sword, and the wind vortex in the center of the sword's hilt, which was originally just slowly rotating, immediately accelerated.
"Boom!"
Attracted by the highly compressed wind elemental force, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the cloudless sky in the deserted land, and it happened to fall on the sword of the Thunder Sword.
The weak Sunderland could feel that this perfectly crafted artifact was slowly absorbing the surrounding free wind elements to fill the energy deficit caused by his thousands of years of sleep.
Although the efficiency of using weapons to convert energy is relatively low, it is still an additional supplementary channel that can effectively speed up Sunderland's recovery of strength.
Sunderland's flashing elemental eye rested on Sarlayan for a few seconds: "I won't ask how you completed the forging in such a short time. After all, we are still only in a cooperative relationship for the time being. I don’t want to have a shallow conversation.”
Sarlayan smiled and nodded: "I hope that after fighting side by side in the Molten Core this time, we can strengthen mutual trust and further deepen cooperation."
Sunderland took a deep breath: "I hope so... Now that the preparations have been completed, it's time to give Ragnaros a long-lost surprise."
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The Fire Demon King, who was missed by Sunderland in every possible way, was still in the Fire Elemental Realm, the Land of Fire.
Having just retreated from the battlefield, Sargeras returned to Saffron Fortress and continued to pay attention to the battle reports from the front line.
Just as Sarlayan expected, the water elements were fighting away from home in the Land of Fire, and their combat effectiveness would inevitably be compromised.
Neptulon also knew this very well. He originally didn't expect much success from this raid. As long as he could hold off Ragnaros, he didn't attack too hard.
Neptulon's goal was indeed achieved. After learning that the water element had launched a large-scale invasion, Ragnaros had no intention of paying attention to the Molten Core clone.
"What's going on with that traitor? He doesn't think he can win on my home court, does he?"
The Fire Lords of the Fire Elemental Plane are far more than the few Ragnaros brought to the Molten Core.
Rather, most of the truly powerful Fire Lords stay in the Fire Elemental Realm to consolidate their status and territory.
Those who were thrown into the expansion of Azeroth's territory were relatively marginal characters. They wanted to find another way because they couldn't compete with these powerful fire lords.
Web Spider Queen Bethtilak smiled strangely and echoed: "It's probably because Naga's pressing step by step has left him with nowhere to vent his anger, so he can only vent his anger on us fire elements."
Berlock, the gatekeeper of Saffron Castle, snorted coldly: "No matter what that fish-headed monster wants to do, my lord! Please give the order. It's time to defeat their self-righteous invasion."
Ragnaros looked noncommittally at a fire giant who was as tall as the sky.
"Old friend, what do you think? I always feel that Neptulon guy has another agenda."
The fire giant spotted by Ragnaros is named Leolith. He is one of the oldest fire elements in Azeroth and originated from the prehistoric flames that created Azeroth.
In terms of qualifications alone, even Ragnaros, the king of the fire element, cannot compare with Leolis.
However, seniority can only mean that the experience is rich enough, but it cannot intuitively represent a person's ability.
Leolis is a typical example of seniority but lack of ability.
No matter in terms of combat power or wisdom, Leolis can't compare to Ragnaros who has ascended the throne of the fire element.
But as one of the oldest fire elements in the history of Azeroth, Leolis doesn't want too many disciples. This is a group that Ragnaros doesn't want to offend.
Ragnaros has always maintained a certain amount of respect for Leolis, and often gives him opportunities to stand up and express his opinions.
The higher-ups of the Fire Elemental Realm know very well that Leolis's abilities are limited, and his opinions often fall short of the point.
Anyway, Leolis, a loser, cannot threaten his status. The other flame lords are also willing to sell him a face, so that Leolis can often get the opportunity to speak publicly in lord gatherings.
Leolis's interpretation did not disappoint the flame lords.
"Plot? I don't think that single-minded guy Neptulon has the ability to make foresight. Back then I..."
The other Fire Lords rolled their eyes helplessly.
'Appeared, Leolis's repertoire, trying to boast in the same way as before. '
Ragnaros did not interrupt Leolis' bragging, and his thoughts drifted to other places.
'Neptulon really has no planning ability. Although he seems to act impulsively, in fact, that guy will only do things he is sure of and will not take risks easily. '
'Since he dared to attack the Land of Fire blatantly, it means that he had thought out his escape route in advance and made sure that we would not pursue him. '
'Why? Where does he rely? '
At this moment, Exotus, the manager far away in the Molten Core, hesitated several times and finally found the last remaining Fire Lord and the only high-level Fire Lord in the Molten Core - Gulei the Incinerator. Under Mange's persuasion, he told his master the news of the attack on Molten Core.
"My lord, I am Exotus, and I have something important to report."
"Exotus?"
Ragnaros was slightly surprised: "What happened? Are those black dragons starting to act like monsters again?"
"No, that's not..."
Exotus hesitated for a while and then said cautiously: "It was the Dark Iron Dwarves who betrayed us. They led foreign enemies to invade the Molten Core and killed many Fire Lords. We urgently need your help!"
"What?!"
As Ragnaros's anger surged, the lava pool beneath him immediately began to boil.
The flame lords who were whispering to each other hurriedly stopped whispering, and all of them, including Leolis, turned their eyes to the frightened and angry Fire Demon King.
"So, that's what happened... Neptulon!
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