Chapter 817 Reaper Sargeras?

• Even the frost breath of the ice dragon and the charge of the three-headed hellhound couldn’t slow Anya Tsuchimikado down. In a blink, the hellhound was dealt with. And Anya still looked like she had gas in the tank.
• The Fallen Angel frowned. This girl was way too strong for comfort. But he didn’t stop moving. He grabbed another handful of yellow sand.
• “The fourth gate.” His voice shook as he called it, the strain obvious—stringing summons back to back was chewing up his body.