Stratholme God

Chapter 601 Saving People (1 More)
Tyrande admitted that his mentality was actually out of balance.

From the moment Illidan turned to the queen, she was out of balance.Originally, she couldn't think of how to refute and fight back, but when she got along with Mai, she accidentally learned too many of his oral habits and golden sentences.

"Why Azshara marrying Sargeras is worse than marrying a tauren, at least not having multiple fractures on the wedding night."

"Tauren, maybe it will be over if you carry it."

As the saying goes, strategically despise the enemy and tactically value the enemy.

In order to eliminate the influence of Ravencrest, the royalist, in the rebels, McDonald had to pour dirty water on Azshara.In fact, this is not dirty water. There is no absolute evidence of the queen's rebellion on the rebel side, so it can only be inferred!
At that time, McDonnell reasoned in front of everyone like this-you Kangkang, there is no guy who looks like a Kaldorei in the Burning Legion, no, anyone who looks like a human is a fucking large creature.The queen followed there, can she still be in shape?It must have been deformed long ago.

Cough, as for where it becomes and what shape it is, it is up to your imagination.

Anyway, everyone yelled after hearing this, and Qi Qi thought—why would it be cheaper for me than for those disgusting monsters?

Such calculations are well-founded and convinced Kadorei.

In the past, the female night elves in the rebel army did not refute, nor did they want to defend the queen. At most, they would scold Queen Azshara for being shameless.

For some reason, at this moment, all of these became her spiritual support (ammunition for counterattack).

When the cursed wedding was crushed, the Queen's whole body froze, even if it was just for a moment, she had the idea of ​​repairing Tyrande.But her reserve as a queen allowed her to control her evil thoughts.

The queen turned half of her face and said with a sneer, "Vashqi, tell her——who am I?"

As the queen's personal maid, among other things, Vaschi's skill of flattering is absolutely perfect. She immediately bowed and said in a cadenced voice, like chanting:
"Listen, that humble maggot in the cell over there, whether you will become a part of the mud in this dirty cell in the future, or become a begging banshee under the seat of the great god Sargeras, you will always be I can look up to the most beautiful Queen Azshara in the world, standing forever at the apex of this country!"

"Pfft!" Tyrande laughed, and she really laughed heartily: "Hahaha! The death queen Azshara standing on the mountain of corpses of her own people? Very good! Very powerful! I salute you—”

Queen Azshara swayed slightly, snorted coldly, and let the maid walk out of the cell with the corner of her robe.

It wasn't until this moment that Tyrande noticed that when she came in, every inch of the ground she walked was cast by a highborne mage, and every step she took was first covered with a carpet with hexagonal snowflake patterns.

This kind of frosty carpet created in an instant with the ultimate magic art also has an anti-slip function.A mage's groveling, the sole purpose is to keep the beautiful queen from being stained by the filth of the mortal world.

"Is this the queen? It's funny enough!" Tyrande smiled, she was really sneering!

Although this kind of tit-for-tat may violate the oracle of the goddess Elune, it is very relieved.

Illidan left, like a dog, wagging an invisible, intangible, but definitely present dog tail on his buttocks, and followed the queen.

As for whether he sincerely took refuge in the Queen and the Burning Legion, Tyrande suddenly felt that this matter was no longer important.

She won't be surprised that Illidan came back to save him. On the contrary, she firmly believes that she won't have the sense of surprise of the rest of her life, and may even feel a little disgusted.

The queen and his party left, and the cell returned to silence.

Since her capture, Tyrande hasn't had a drop of water, which is very difficult, and it is obvious that this is the torture of the enemy.

Enemies can't hurt her, but they can make her life instinct hurt herself.

Eating and drinking are the most basic needs of life.

The other party obviously wanted her to make a fool of herself and succumbed to her survival instinct.

"Goddess! Guide me—" Tyrande closed his eyes in this uncomfortable position, and began to pray again.

After an unknown period of time, her ears moved.

Who is coming again!
As a moon god priest, Tyrande is very sensitive to powers other than Elune.

She smelled that filthy smell of evil energy as soon as she stepped into the cell.

It made her sick.

"You should die. I will not give in, you will only get my body." Tyrande opened his eyes, staring at the eredar wizard in front of him.

"It's very energetic, but it's a pity that the voice is a little hoarse, otherwise it would be more imposing."

The other party's words seemed to be in a different dimension from Tyrande's, which made Tyrande a little stunned.

"Hmph!" Tyrande was about to argue, when suddenly the other party took out a big guy.

"Don't talk, keep your mouth shut, taste carefully!"

"Woooooo-"

Originally Tyrande was staring angrily at the disgusting crimson skin of the other party, and then she realized something was wrong - the power of the goddess of the moon had always protected her, which allowed the demons to twist or pull her limbs, but once she entered To the point where it will hurt her, she will be stopped immediately by the power of the goddess.

At this moment, the other party's water bottle suddenly broke through the shield of the goddess' power, and hit her mouth directly.

Tyrande subconsciously thought: If it's poison or something else, I'm done.

Not!
She is very familiar with these liquids, since she joined the Sisterhood of Elune, then became a priest, a high priest, and now she is about to become a high priest, she has been drinking this thing every day - this is the well water from the Moonwell!
How could she not know whether the well water was polluted?

"Cuckoo!" Her eyes were full of question marks, she wanted to ask why, but her extremely hungry body honestly accepted the pot of holy water purified by Elune herself.

Not full, at least enough to drink.

Tyrande felt his body gain strength again.

She realized something, and stared in surprise at the pupils of the other party, which were completely different from those of the eredar, which were the eyes of kaldorei.She lowered her voice subconsciously: "You..."

McDonnell pressed his right index finger on Tyrande's slightly cracked red lips: "Hush!"

The next second, Tyrande was surprised to see another face under the eredar wizard's mask.

If it hadn't been for McDonald to cover her mouth tightly, she would have been born screaming.

The beautiful eyes widened to the extreme experienced shock, surprise and frenzied excitement in just one second!
"Have you calmed down?" McDonald asked softly.

"Yes." Tyrande nodded vigorously.

"I'll let go of your mouth slowly now, don't bark."

Letting go of her hand, Tyrande saw that Macdonald quickly used a fluorescent green power stone to remove the shackles of fel energy on her body.

"Be careful, there is an alarm..." Before Tyrande finished speaking, he saw him disarm the alarm system easily, without any hesitation or stagnation.

(End of this chapter)