Anomaly Of Warcraft

Maiev Shadowsong looks very much in line with the night elves' mainstream aesthetic for women.

Or it should be said that night elves have no ugly girls.

Hmm... This statement was changed to that all priestesses must be dignified?

After all, she is a woman who serves gods.

The grievances between Maiev Shadowsong and Tyrande Whispering Style are only the bridge of third-rate romance novels in the peaceful age.

Maiev idiot Tyrande was less than a hundred years old. In front of these two big beauties who broke through the five-figure age, people only remembered that they were two people of the same age.

But the Shadowsong clan was only a commoner born, and the Yufeng clan were the upper elves.

This is Maiev's initial perception of Tyrande---aristocratic lady with two little licking dogs by her side.

What really changed the relationship between Maiev and Tyrande was the war that spread to the entire world.

The Burning Legion tore through the false disguise and ravaged the world, and all the night elves were on the battlefield, and the priestesses were no exception.

The lives of the elder sisters are like moths to the fire. There is no exception in the face of war. Maiev thought she was prepared for sacrifice.

However, she survived.

Because the high-ranking priestess Dijana had a fatal attack by the demon for the young priests.

The hymn of the elves is fearless dedication.

There is no leader to go first, and there is no elder first. In the most miserable moments, the most valuable elves abandon their most precious lives.

While dying, looking at a local vegetable chicken, Dijana chose Tyrande as her successor and ordered her to lead the priesthood to continue fighting.

Maiev was taken aback, she thought it would be herself.

But Maiev chose to obey the teacher's death.

The root cause of the breakdown of the relationship between Maiev and Tyrande is an innocent man, the younger brother of Maiev Shadowsong, Garrod Shadowsong.

The captain of the little guard of the Black Rook Castle fell by chance and became the supreme commander of the night elves' armed forces, a major project to turn the tide and save the world, and the pride of the Shadowsong family.

Maiev is proud of her brother, proud of her heart.

This is a counterattack by the civilian family against the upper elf nobles.

However, the most important brother in life, at the most glorious moment, abandoned all the evaporation from the world and put down the power at his fingertips.

How much Maiev Shadowsong loved her younger brother before, so much at this time he hated Jarod, and even publicly called him the sinner of the night elves.

As a result, Malfurion and Tyrande, who had obtained the supreme leadership of the night elves, also became Maiev's hate targets.

In the long years, Malfurion proved himself with impeccable results, and Maiev had to admit that Malfurion was a competent leader.

But Tyrande...

The two entered the cell one after the other, Maiev waved his hand and closed the door.

"Tyrande, will your willfulness continue? I leave now and I can treat it as nothing happened."

Maiev had calmed down at this time, and she tried to make the final negotiations.

"Maiev, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. This time, I’m on business, and you and your watchmen, resist ~ order ~ no ~ follow... Now if I admit a mistake, I can treat it as nothing. happen."

"Malfurion will not condone your behavior."

"Then why do you think that obnoxious little fellow Fandral would sign such an order?"

"of course……"

When Maiev was halfway talking, she was stunned.

"What happened to Malfurion?"

"Maiev, with your status, these are not secrets at all, but jealousy keeps you out of the crowd. Let go of prejudices, now we need Illidan."

"Impossible, don't forget that he used to be Sargeras' lackey!"

"This is not your charge for imprisoning him."

"Don't think about it!"

"I have official documents."

"Unless I..."

"Don't say anything to death, I have no reason to want you to die."

With the absolute upper hand, Tyrande was rare and peaceful, and his words were actually well-founded.

Maiev trembled with anger, and finally came up with a solution that neither she nor Tyrande were surprised by.

"Then, fight a game, whoever wins has the final say."

"Okay! How long has it been? How long hasn't it been a discussion with Senior Maiev!"

"Huh, defeated."

"Hey, bullying a child who hasn't fully developed yet, Senior Maiev was really shameless."

In the age of apprentice priests, Tyrande had just joined the priesthood for further training. He was once severely "educated" by Maiev. There are a large number of Tyrandes who will never hold grudges.

At this time, due to the chance meeting, Tyrande's heart was actually hot.

Scars are the medal of all warriors, regardless of gender.

The faint magic lamp is more of a warning, but the darkness cannot hide the sight of the night elves.

In the blink of an eye, Maiev rushed up first.

Raising knees, pedaling, turning around and digging waist, whip fist, copy hug, to no avail.

The human inhabitants of Stratholme could not imagine that Alonthos Fao would be the descendant of the Fist of the Big Dipper, but the night elves would not think that Tyrande was a master of martial arts incomprehensible.

One Ten Thousand Years is too long.

But the horror of the Burning Legion is deeply engraved in the heart of every survivor.

Tyrande has never relaxed his personal practice.

Whether it is magical or martial arts.

Seeing tricks to crack Maiev's offense, Tyrande knew he was determined to win.

If it is a life-and-death fight in full gear, Tyrande is not sure of victory. The berserker in the shadow of the Watcher, and the Basaka among the assassins, are very terrifying opponents, and they are Shinigami who harvests lives.

But at this time, Maiev's disadvantage is too great.

Her body and state are fatal flaws.

Maiev's scarred body was full of experience accumulated from thousands of battles, but she was too tired.

Maiev rushed back one day and two nights without even taking a sip of the water. She was too tired.

The Ten Thousand Years on Maiev came from a bitter task, and she stretched herself too tight.

And Tyrande was full of energy.

There is even free time to maintain the skin.

So this is not a fair competition at all.

If Maiev Shadowsong didn't hold the consciousness of killing him, it would be impossible to defeat Tyrande in such a huge disadvantaged game.

But the proud Maiev stubbornly believed that Tyrande was inferior to her in talent and hard work except for her birth and shit luck.

Arrogance is the original sin that caused her defeat

From the simple addition of fists and feet to the ability to use spells, without the help of rune dagger positioning, Maiev forcibly flashed to create a mobile phone meeting, and space cracks cut new wounds on her body.

But to no avail, Tyrande summoned the spirit of Fukurou to perfectly block every weird punch of Maiev.

After failing to figure it out, Maiev took off his shirt, twisted it into a cloth stick, and swept up Tyrande's face.

Tyrande glanced at Maiev's chest, distressed that even these private parts were scarred, and at the same time showed a smile that I had won in this respect.

Then the priestess stretched out her hand to take off the hair loop she used to tie her hair and put it on her hand. While her hair was spreading out, there were two more finger tigers.

"..."

"..."

Tyrande and Maiev were taken aback at the same time, and their movements paused slightly.

My heart is really dirty...

A heavy bang came through the heavy cell wall, and the elves outside felt that the cell was not the leader of the watchman and the priestess of the moon, but two ancient behemoths.

For a long time, the fighting stopped and the cell door rang, and Tyrande walked out with a disheveled head. Although the mooncloth was severely damaged and his arms had bruises, the uncontrollable pride and comfort can be seen by individuals.

Victory without force is also victory.

Tyrande understood that Maiev's tired body could not support a battle of attrition, there was no means to win quickly, and the martial arts that the Warden was so proud of were useless.

"Bring in the armor to Lord Maiev."

"Need not……"

Maiev walked out naked, putting on the Warden's armor piece by piece in front of everyone.

Then Maiev personally opened the door of Illidan's cell.

"Let's go."

Maiev didn't criticize anything for the three subordinates who held on to the end, but left sadly.

Tyrande had mixed feelings when he walked into the cell and looked at Illidan, who was sealed with five senses.

Maiev did not seal Illidan, but sealed Illidan's perception ability with a confinement spell.

After this Ten Thousand Years, Illidan has been alive without feeling anything like this...

In an instant, Tyrande felt that he had just beaten him lightly.

What a vicious punishment!

"Is it you, my flower?"

Obviously all five senses were sealed, and the connection with the world was stripped away, but the moment Tyrande walked in, Illidan raised his head and asked such a sentence.

With her back to the crowd, the priestess of the moon burst into tears.

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