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Everything happened so fast that Ravencasse's body trembled and fell forward, with resentment and anger in his eyes.

His followers woke up from their dreams and rushed forward to catch their lord. Several elves with quick reactions rushed forward and finally caught Ravencasse before he fell off his mount.

"Quick! Save the lord!" Someone shouted loudly, and the elves began to look for the Moon God priests. Someone took out a bandage and tried to stop the bleeding and treat Ravencasse's wounds, but it was too late. Ravencasse's face had become pale and weak, and his vitality was rapidly fading.

The assassin urged his mount hard, trying to find a way out of the crowded crowd.

However, the crowd was too dense, and his mount, the Night Blade Leopard, could not break through the wall of people. He looked back and found that the phoenix was approaching quickly, with anger and revenge in its eyes.

A look of despair flashed across the assassin's face. He realized that he had no way out. Once the soldiers knew that he had killed their lord, they would chop him into pieces.

He growled and issued a "two, five, seven" order to the Night Blade Leopard.

Levin was surprised to see that the Night Blade Leopard suddenly jumped up and slapped a soldier who was blocking the road with its huge claws. The soldier was knocked to the ground without any defense, and the Night Blade Leopard quickly turned around and bit another elf's throat.

The soldiers didn't know that this was actually an attack launched by the assassin to escape. They were stunned by this sudden attack. They thought that the leopard must be crazy, and they retreated to make way for this crazy leopard.

But at this time, Levin had quickly approached the assassin. He flapped his wings lightly, and his body fell behind the Night Blade Leopard like lightning. He stretched out his sharp beak and pecked at the leopard's waist.

"Puff!" A muffled sound came, and the Night Blade Leopard screamed in pain, and immediately lost its fighting power and collapsed to the ground.

Levin's attack did not stop. He stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed the Night Blade Leopard's chin. The sharp claws cut its black fur like a blade, and blood splashed out and sprinkled on Levin's body. However, as soon as the blood came into contact with Levin's high-temperature feathers, it instantly evaporated into white smoke.

Levin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left wing. He looked sideways and saw that the assassin's dagger had pierced deeply into his wings at some point.

The dagger brought far more than just physical pain. Levin could clearly feel that a cold and evil curse was invading his body through the wound.

This dagger is definitely not an ordinary thing. It is obviously a deadly weapon designed for assassination with special magic. The curse power attached to the dagger is enough to ensure that even if the assassin fails to accurately hit the target's vital point, he can still kill the victim with one blow, and the victim will never be able to turn over.Cannot be resurrected by any means.

The plotter of this assassination obviously spent a lot of money and planned it perfectly, intending to kill Ravencasse and make it impossible for him to be resurrected.

However, the assassin may be agile enough, but he overlooked one point - Levin is not an ordinary creature, but a phoenix bathed in a purifying aura - after all, they have never seen such a sacred bird. These curses and poisons are just restrained by the holy power of the phoenix, and cannot survive in his hot and pure phoenix fire.

The assassin saw that his attack failed, and a trace of fear and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand and tried to attack again.

However, at the moment he swung the sword, Levin suddenly spread his wings, and a strong airflow burst out instantly, throwing him out like a fallen leaf.

Although the assassin is highly skilled and swift as the wind, his skills seem so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power. Moreover, he was surrounded by thousands of soldiers, with nowhere to hide, and it was daytime, so many of the night elves' unique abilities and advantages could not be brought into play.

In other words, the assassin was fighting Levin in the most unsuitable environment for him.

Although the power of the phoenix could not be compared with that of the dragon, it was more than enough to deal with such a night elf assassin.

Phoenix Levin gracefully rose from the corpse of the Night Blade Panther, exuding a fierce power between his wings. His eyes were like torches, tightly locking onto the assassin who was thrown out, and his figure flashed, and he attacked him like a flash of fire.

In order to keep this person alive for interrogation, Levin deliberately suppressed his urge to use fire magic.

The assassin was obviously also a battle-hardened master. After being thrown out by the phoenix, he quickly adjusted his body in the air, and when he landed, he rolled over and stood up steadily.

He held the sword in his hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shouted at Levin: "Damn monster! Do you think you can defeat me like this?"

As he said that, he swung the sword and stabbed it, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Levin's vitals.

However, Levin calmly turned the feathers into flames, and the high temperature burst out instantly, directly turning the swung sword into a stream of molten iron.

The assassin looked at the remaining hilt in his hand in astonishment, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. He secretly thought that he was unlucky. How could he meet such a weird druid, whose incarnation of birds actually had effects similar to fire elements.

What's worse is that his cursed dagger can't even resist fire elements. As a result, after stabbing, the guy in front of him didn't react at all. He felt incredible.

Levin took the opportunity to kick him at his feet. Although the assassin jumped up quickly, he still couldn't completely avoid the attack.

Before he landed, Levin's sharp beak had already hit his body accurately. The phoenix's beak pierced his armor and stabbed him like a sword.The wound hurt his flesh, causing him to scream in pain. He looked at Levin in horror, and his body fell backwards involuntarily. He still held the hilt of the sword that had turned into molten iron.

Before landing, the assassin turned over like a kite, struggled to stand up, panting and trying to get back into position, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, then looked at Levin viciously, and even made a provocative gesture, asking him to continue attacking...

In the previous battle, the assassin felt that he had figured out the opponent's routine. Although this strange firebird was powerful, it was still not as agile. He was confident that he could continue to fight with the opponent.

However, his provocation failed, and Levin did not launch an attack immediately as he wished, but flapped his wings and slowly took off, as if he was going to launch a more fierce attack from the air.

As a bird, the Phoenix's fighting power on the ground and in the air is different, so Levin was not stupid enough to fall into the opponent's trap.

At this moment, something unexpected happened to Levin.

The assassin saw that the opponent did not give him any chance and realized that he was doomed, so he suddenly pointed the dagger in his hand at his throat, shouted: "Long live Azshara!" and then stabbed fiercely.

The dagger pierced his throat easily. He fell forward, blood gushed out, staining the entire ground red, although his eyes were still wide open, but he was no longer alive.

Levin walked angrily to the body of the assassin who had lost his life. He did not expect that the assassin would be so determined that he would rather commit suicide than leave a living person.

Levin decided to rescue him. He lowered his head, and a crystal teardrop slid from the corner of his eye and gently dripped on the assassin's hideous wound.

Strangely, the moment the teardrop touched the wound, a warm and powerful vitality was injected into it. The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye - this is the effect of the Phoenix's tears.

However, that was all, and the body still showed no signs of life.

Levin's heart sank, he turned back into human form, and took out a bottle of precious [Rejuvenation Elixir] from his arms. This product of the Philosopher's Stone can not only prolong life, but also has the magical effect of resurrecting the dead. He carefully poured the elixir into the assassin's mouth, hoping to awaken the soul that was cursed and taken away.

However, all efforts were in vain. The curse in the dagger was powerful and evil. It was like a dark shackle, firmly imprisoning the assassin's soul and preventing the elixir from taking effect.

Levin could not even sense the existence of the other party's soul, as if this life had completely disappeared from the world.

Although he had guessed it long ago, Levin was still disappointed after unwillingly verifying it himself.

Just then, Maiev came over with the weak Tyrande. Levin's brother Jarod followed closely behind. After seeing his sister Maiev, the young soldierA glimmer of surprise flashed in the officer's eyes, but he didn't express anything, after all, Lord Ravencrest had just died.

Under such circumstances, he didn't have time to reminisce with Maiev, but walked straight to Levin and patted him on the shoulder.

"You killed him, druid." Jarod's voice was full of admiration and excitement, "You avenged the lord! Great! Well done!"

But Levin just shook his head bitterly. He knew that this victory could not bring real comfort.

He was unable to prevent Ravencrest's death, nor was he able to save the assassin who was cursed and took his life.