Stratholme God

Chapter 1370

Tyrande blushed a little, and whispered: "This is really fair and just."

"Hehe!" McDonald did not refute.

There has never been absolute justice and fairness in the world.The talents of different races are different, and the growth trajectories triggered are completely different.

The more you deal with a powerful enemy, the more important it is to highlight the importance of a big country.

If Tyrande hadn't completely hated Elune this time, and turned to the mortal McDonald, how could the night elves hold Stratholme's super thigh.

That's right, I'm just helping the dark elves earn honor, why not?
If you have the ability, you can also come up with a queen, high priest, etc. who can poke my xp system, and then let the country be my pendant for McDonald?

How many people want to hug their thighs but haven't had a chance yet.

You see those blue-skinned draenei?MacDonald looked down on other people's hooves, so Velen could only enjoy fair and just treatment.

This is the tragedy of a small race like the Draenei.

McDonnell stroked the lace on the mooncloth battle suit, feeling that he couldn't put it down, and suddenly he found that Maiev came in wearing a black battle suit.

Seeing Macdonald pointing at Maiev, Tyrande was embarrassed and held back for a few seconds before bowing his head and humming to Maiev: "Hello, sister!"

Maiev was overjoyed, she had her hips akimbo, as if a devil's tail was sticking up behind her buttocks, she was shaking and shaking triumphantly!

"Hey, isn't this sister Tyrande? Unexpectedly, we have fought openly and secretly for 1 years, and we finally came together!" Maiev caressed her smooth oval face with her left hand, and her expression easily reminded of something in the Otome game. The female villain who stops the heroine from getting along with the hero.

If Tyrande really wanted to be tough, he would probably say "It's just you who are upset with me".

But the elf bowed his head once under someone else's roof, and he didn't care about the second time.

Tyrande bowed straightly: "It's because I didn't do well before, please take care of me in the future."

With Tyrande making such a concession, most of Maiev's old grievances were immediately dissipated.

Maiev was fighting with Tyrande for being the chief priest of Elune, and the sentence "why choose her instead of me" made her go to Macdonald, and made Tyrande sulking for 1 years .Now that Elune is not a good thing, the biggest conflict between her and Tyrande will no longer exist.

Maiev sighed: "It's ridiculous. Elune never took us night elves seriously. Then why have we fought for 1 years?"

Tyrande followed with a wry smile: "Yes! For what?"

The old enemies looked at each other and smiled wryly together.

Seeing the reconciliation of the two enemies, McDonald was deeply relieved, but also distressed at the same time!
This is like choosing white silk or hey silk?
No, no, don't get me wrong, McDonnell thinks the choice is difficult not which one to choose, but which one to choose first.

All right!I want it all!together!

Maiev understood, and said to Tyrande, "Come on, my sister will teach you how to maintain the vertical grip..."

As the saying goes, when you meet, you will lose all kindness and enmity.

McDonnell, who sits in the flying fortress, sits on the sofa, feeling the beauty of life while watching the artillery fire in the distance and nearby, very comfortable.

On the battlefield below, with the advancement of the alliance army, it feels like this will be a new version of [Siege of Dazar'alor].

The Zandalari had few options, and after parting ways with Garrosh, the Zandalari had to face the wrath of the Alliance.

This was the inevitable end when the sea route from Kul Tiras to the island of Zandalar was surveyed.

It is worth mentioning that under the persuasion of Despicable Roar, the original tribal pendants who took refuge in the Iron Horde have a clue.The two goblin trade princes who were urgently needed and relied on by Garrosh were afraid of death after all, and followed Draenor in an attempt to help the withered Iron Horde regain its glory.

Unfortunately, the Forsaken were really forgotten, no, the Sun King and the Blood Elf Archmage Rommath received the order of Despicable Howler to 'guard' the new Dark Portal.

Don't expect smart people to do this kind of cannon fodder work.

When they found out that the two clever men who had been betrayed were desperate, they did not dare to turn against the despicable Roar who was still strong and strong, so they withdrew from the Drusva Island of Kul Tiras where they had been entrenched, and followed the tower Ranji goes to Zandalar.

So when Shandris reported sightings of Forsaken and blood elves near Dazar'alor, MacDonald was no exception.

In view of the fact that someone planned to rebel against Thrall, and there was such an astonishing coquettish operation of "the minister is about to fight to the death, why did the great chief surrender first", Shandris decided to ask McDonald for instructions first in the magic communication: "The lord , what should we do with these weeds?"

"The grass on the wall?" McDonnell raised his eyebrows and joked: "Your Excellency General, you are talking about the [Grave Grass Exchange Group], right? Isn't it good for the three of them to be together? It just happens to be a table to fight the landlord."

Before Shandris could react, Tyrande, who was outside the camera, burst out laughing.

Shandris was puzzled, and frowned: "I... seem to have heard the voice of our High Priest?"

"Cough cough!" The dog thief coughed dryly: "Uh, she is discussing with me a major matter involving hundreds of millions of living beings. She is not free for the time being."

"Oh, okay, it's okay, I'm going to attack now."

"General Shandris, don't be in a hurry. Wait for the outcome of Wharton's battle before advancing. What we need is a complete victory with less loss, not a miserable victory."

This is cherishing soldiers.

Shandris was moved after hearing this.The leader of the alliance has too much power, if the night elves are really required to fill the army line desperately, she can't refuse.

Now, playing steadily and gaining honor, this is perfect for the night elves.

On the other side, McDonald saw that Tyrande actually sprayed Maiev with some milk when he was laughing, and was cleaning it up with a handkerchief, so he couldn't help asking: "Use your tongue."

Tyrande gave McDonnell a shy look and did as he did.

Well, vertical grips have a mind of their own.

On Wharton's side, the alliance used artillery to wipe out all grievances.

"Kill! For King Rastakhan!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Countless columns of smoke rose over the barren Gobi desert in Wharton.Brave troll soldiers, one after another, launched a desperate charge against the alliance's mechanized army on the opposite side.

But, is it useful?

So what if the troll's pterodactyl army looks bigger than a wyvern?

Huge in size, it can be knocked down in one shot.

If one shot doesn't work, then two shots!

If the small cannon doesn't work, use the big cannon!
It's not Koopa, the pterodactyl god in the loa gods.

Even if the pterodactyl knights have been the most important and powerful air force of the Zandalar Empire since ancient times, even if the status of the pterodactyl knights in the Zandalar empire has never fallen, so what?

(End of this chapter)