Stratholme God

Chapter 611 Scared? (1 more)
When Tyrande was captured, although he could feel the love from Elune all the time, as his physical strength and spirit weakened, he always felt like a drowning person being dragged into the deep sea, and what awaited him must be endless despair.

I don't know how long I can carry it, I only know that even Elune can't use his supreme power to save her.

When I was rescued, it felt like I had finally surfaced after a long period of darkness——

The moment you open your eyes...

The brilliant stars seem to travel through time and space, turn into liquid droplets, and fall into the eye sockets...

The boundless waves brushed across the face, the tears and the smell of home were salty...

Only the heart is sweet!

Is it ridiculous?
ridiculous!

Of course she felt Brother Stormrage's love for her, and she had prayed countless times, either of them, or they would come together to save her.

However, the person who rescued her was not Malfurion, the honest man he trusted the most, nor Illidan, who was the most extreme and found another way, but a mysterious human who disguised himself as a Kaldorei and mixed with the leader of the rebel army.

If this is a peaceful and prosperous world suitable for eating and waiting to die, choosing an honest person is undoubtedly the most suitable choice, and you can live your life in peace and stability without any surprises or dangers.

This is a chaotic world, a chaotic world where no one knows whether they will die suddenly in the next second.Although Malfurion was usually good, he stretched his hips too much at critical moments, making Tyrande desperate.

What about Illidan?

They all jumped under the Queen's shoes.

Perhaps one day in the future he will be able to achieve a high position and gain the trust of the Queen.

But can she wait until that day?

Maybe by then she had been ravaged in every possible way and degenerated into a succubus or something.

With the contrast, this man who claimed to be Mai Qianji was born out of nowhere.

In this way, he used his wisdom to stir up the general trend of resisting the Burning Legion, and also stirred up her already desperate heart.

Obviously he has already ignited her passion for life and love, but he is about to dedicate his soul and heart to this world.

Can she say no?
Can she stop him?

No!

Any obstruction is a blasphemy against this soaring pride that will never return in order to save the world!
Tyrande was drunk and heartbroken!
The final battle has nothing to do with her.

She is far from the peerless powerhouse of the later generations who is skilled in bow and tiger, can shoot down stars from afar, and can slay demons in near hands.

Now she is too immature.

The Moon Goddess forbids her participation in the war!
She could only watch McDonald's handsome figure go further and further away and disappear into the horizon in silence.

She made a decision...

"A hero from the other side of time and space! I look forward to the day when I meet you again—"

McDonnell left in such a smart way, greeted Ronin, and ran to ride Ysera straight into the sky.

"Huh? I seem to have forgotten something?" McDonnell shook his head, feeling that nothing was wrong: "Uh, since I can't remember it, it shouldn't be something important, forget it."

He forgot to say goodbye to Maiev.

But this was what Maiev couldn't bear the most, because she knew that Macdonald had bid farewell to Tyrande.

When Maiev knew that Mai Jianji left without saying goodbye, she was stunned for a long time, and she secretly swore a poisonous oath——My lover is a legendary hero from the future, and when the day we meet again, I will definitely step on the path of [Flickering] Light, come to take (he said) (dog) law (life)!

The preparation for the great war is not long or short.

Basically, Jarod* Shadowsong mobilized all the troops that could be mobilized to the frontal battlefield, and started fighting directly.

It's not a rush!
Now all the people of Azeroth know the strength of the enemy.

In terms of quantity and quality alone, this is a losing battle.

Every time the resistance alliance becomes stronger, the portal of the Well of Eternity will expand by one point, and the number of demons entering this world will increase by ten points!

Even with a miracle exchange ratio of one to one hundred, the rebels are still losers.

……

The wind of fel energy mixed with the stench turned into thousands of threads, passed through the battlefield, and the gravel was like smoke and dust across the lifeless cursed land.

The sky had long lost its original color, and only thick dark green ominous clouds covering the sky and the sun could be seen rolling over it.

The commander-in-chief of the rebel army, Jarod* Shadowsong, stood on the back of the nightsaber like a straight halberd, overlooking everything in front of him.

Accompanied by the loud sound of horns, the charge of the rebel army immediately caused the earth to resound.

The small stone flakes moved forward like waves with the charging footsteps.They seemed to have become soldiers too, and together they launched a desperate charge towards the ominous magic vortex above the Well of Eternity.

The army of various races is like a carpet being spread out, extending towards the densely packed demon cluster on the opposite side.

A series of giant dragons fluttered their huge wings, crossed Garald's head, and killed the demon air force ahead.

The rebel army, which is rare to gain a lot of money, pulled out a huge group of mages. Dath'Remar* Sunstrider led the mages to cast war magic, allowing the purple-blue light pulses constructed by arcane energy to move forward in steps, Connected to each other, like a fishing net that has been cast, covering the demon head of the Burning Legion.

"Boom--"

The torrential rain of magic is the first to pour on all kinds of demons, blooming the flowers of deadly elements.

This is a life and death war!

Roaring, screaming, cursing, and clashing weapons filled the entire battlefield almost in the first second of the battle.

It was obviously an extremely fierce battle, but Jarod looked serene. Standing on the hill, he seemed to be quietly listening to a distant song.

Gently pressing his long hair blown by the turbulent wind, Jarod subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Although as the commander-in-chief, there is actually not much he can do, which is to put the reserve teams into a certain front that is about to collapse.

The rest is the display of individual force.

The battlefield in front of you, whether you win or lose, is the failure of the rebels.

The only chance of victory is in the air!

"Come on! Heroes from the future—" Jarod suddenly sang a Kaldorei war song.

It was a song about a Kaldorei hero who resolutely stepped onto the battlefield in order to protect his lover.

The personal guards around him sang along, and then expanded to the entire Kaldorei Central Army, and even all the reserves.

That song, like a thousand miles of wind, crossed the battlefield, carrying countless expectations and expectations, and passed into the ears of McDonald and the Dragon Kings.

It felt really amazing.

Thousands of voices overlap each other;

Thousands of wills converge into one.

With the consciousness of sacrifice, they put their only hope on McDonald.

McDonnell obviously rode a giant dragon, and couldn't see anything through the thick black clouds, but he felt that there were countless blurred faces casting thousands of eyes on himself.

"Are you afraid?" Ysera suddenly turned the faucet and asked, she was worried that McDonald would be under too much pressure and perform abnormally.

McDonald smiled sassyly: "Sargeras should be the one who is afraid!"

this moment--

[Mallorne's Wrath] shines brightly in his hands.

(End of this chapter)