Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Time flies so fast."

Nairgo stretched his back and lay on the soft grass, feeling the breeze on his face.

After the episode caused by the ogre, Nelgo chose to relax his tense nerves after a long absence, and a wild hunt was a good way for him to relax.

"The ground is so dirty that you lie down?" Next to him was Sylvanas, who was roasting meat on the campfire, and she looked at Nairgo with disgust.

"You don't understand." Nelgo said with a grin: "I loved it when I was a child, it gave me a feeling of being at one with nature.

"Understandable." Sylvanas said: "I like this feeling when I was your age.

"And what about later?" Nairgo was a little curious.

"Look at the view." Sylvanas missed a little, "At the top of Eclipse Peak, from where I can see the Sun Temple to the south, and a glimpse of the scenery of Taquilin to the northwest. At the same time, you can also enjoy the beautiful sunset and the Tower of the Windwalker, as well as a calm lake... I like to go there alone. Here, no one can ask anything from me.

"Looks like you miss your home." Nairgo responded casually.

"Of course, I miss every inch of Quilsalas." Sylvanas said.

Although I was so reluctant to even go once.

"Very good." Nairgo replied absentmindedly.

"What about you? Don't you want to be home? Sylvanas asked him.

"Are you fainting." As if hearing a joke, Nairgo said, "How long have we only been away from Gromashle?"

"yes, we're different." Sylvanas said softly.

"What's different." Nairgo still looked grinning, he got up and sat in front of the campfire, "Nagran is the home of all the members of the Warsong clan, it can also be your home, it's really not good, it's a big deal, I'll accompany you home to see." "

Go home and see?" Sylvanas smiled, "I'm not welcome by them."

"Sounds like there's another story?" Nairgo cut off a small piece of roasted meat and handed it to her, "Come on, we have meat and wine, and we don't have this story of you."

"Nothing to talk about." Sylvanas didn't want to say.

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, don't say it." After Nairgo finished speaking, the air fell silent, only the gentle breeze and the faint aroma of roasted meat.

"You say, will a beast suddenly appear?" Sylvanas, who was sitting beside him, looked at the surrounding scenery and suddenly asked.

"It's better not to show up." Nairgo waved his hand, "I'm almost full."

Sylvanas couldn't help but laugh.

Nairgo didn't know why, "What are you laughing at?" You don't really think that a beast can make us both deflated, do you? "

Delano doesn't allow such awesome beasts.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sylvanas turned his gaze back to Nairgo, "You're the best." "

Hiss....

A cold wind blew and Nairgo shivered.

"Such a powerful shaman will also freeze?" Sylvanas quipped.

"I'm not like you." Nairgo looked Sylvanas up and down, "I wear so little but I'm not afraid of the cold at all."

Suddenly, she felt something more on her, and she turned her head to see a piece of clothing covering her body, perfectly covering her bare waist.

"You're wearing too little." Nairgo said softly.

It is true that Sylvanas does not have much clothing on him, but fortunately, the Sylvanas in front of him is not like some wallpaper...

Sylvanas didn't speak, perhaps she realized that she had been with Nairgo in somewhat revealing clothes, and this situation lasted all day!

"You should have told me earlier." Probably under the influence of shame, Sylvanas's voice was somewhat soft.

Strange, right? Despite wearing it for a day, she is still shy when she is torn and wears too little clothes.

Maybe it's like some cartoons, where some character is flying in the sky one second, but as soon as he realizes that he is actually a flightless creature, he will immediately fall.

"I thought you showed me it on purpose." He is very straightforward, there is no meaning of concealment, are adult orcs pretending to be what, can someone see your sister wearing black silk for you you will say "Eya, this is not okay ~" anyway, he won't.

You dare to wear me dare to see, you dare to send me dare to take it.

Orcs don't have that much thought.

"How is it possible!" She was a little annoyed, like a fried cat, maybe she was dotted with her inner thoughts?

He frowned and didn't answer. He was indeed thinking about something.

Sylvanas also felt a little bored when he saw that he didn't speak, and usually at this time there was always one of them who could amuse each other with some polite and not embarrassing little jokes, which she had studied quite a bit these days.

For example, cold jokes, first of all, she is cold, and secondly, whether the joke is funny or not, let her tell the joke itself is already a funny enough joke.

And Nairgo? He has always had a good set of things about this, and he doesn't need to study it.

"People and people's physiques are different." Thinking of this, Sylvanas said.

One person comes with his mouth open, and the other may be a little idol baggage.

"yes, you're colder than the cold wind." Nairgo complained without hesitation.

"I really don't know how your future partner will accept this."

Sitting next to this woman can feel the cold wind even if the bonfire is raised, it is outrageous.

"Very good, don't pester me when it's hot." Sylvanas saluted him unceremoniously.

"Then forget it." Nairgo replied instantly, his mouth still chewing meat, so it was a little slurred, "It's still cool around you in that kind of weather where you can sweat when you can sweat when you are fully undressed."

Sylvanas sighed, "Someone else said to me just now..."

Nelgo interrupted her immediately, "One moment, another moment."

"It's really rude, can't you wait for me to finish?" Sylvanas snorted coldly.

"You shouldn't have known this earlier." Nelgo said unceremoniously, "It's been like this since our first meeting.

"There's still a difference between you saying it and me saying it." She couldn't help but smile slightly.

"How do I sound familiar with this?" Nairgo complained.

"It's as if I

said it when we first met." Sylvanas said, "Right?

"That's right." But then Nairgo said, "It looks like you're just as rude as I am now."

"No way." Sylvanas said helplessly: "I wanted to try to tame you, but I was assimilated by you." "

It's really fickle.

Nairgo let out a small laugh, "It's okay, so do I, at least I didn't appreciate your charms before." "

With your appreciation?" Sylvanas said: "For me, beauty is commonplace, perfection is just an ordinary compliment, whether you can find it or not, my beauty has always been there." "

What a narcissism." Nairgo complained, simply reshaping the image of the queen in his heart.

"So what's your impression of me?" Sylvanas' face gradually approached him, and a pleasant voice sounded in his ears, "Your impression of the Queen." "

Did I say it?" Nairgo said with some embarrassment: "When?"

"All the time." Sylvanas turned Nairgo's crooked face back, "Don't change the subject. "

Nelgo doesn't know what to say, but this Queen of Sylvanas in front of him... Not bad yet?

Sylvanas stopped. "It's my fault," she said in a somewhat helpless tone, "that I don't fit your impression of Sylvanas."

Nairgo shook his head, "You know I didn't mean that.

"And what do you mean?" Sylvanas asked step by step.

"Nice." Nairgo finally squeezed out a sentence.

"Oh, I thought you liked me." She said: "It really saddens me.

"You're right, I like you."

Since he said this, Nairgo naturally did not hesitate, but said all his thoughts.

Strong big sister, good-looking, handsome and beautiful, can also help him, this is simply the woman in his XP walked out, how could he not like it?

The air was somewhat quiet.

She looked at him with a smile, "You finally said it, I thought I needed to say this to you." "

Wait, it's not one of the three illusions in life that she likes my script, right?

Did I hear it wrong.

Nairgo was a little skeptical, but Sylvanas said, "Isn't it a surprise, a surprise?"

"It's a little."

Nairgo nodded.

"No way, who told me that I was born with an aesthetic bias?" Sylvanas sighed, "From weapons to buildings, from music to skin, my people have everything perfect, and I have seen enough beauty."

She smiled softly, "Nairgo, you're the roughest person I've ever met, and of course, you're the funniest person I've ever met, but right now, you're my favorite."

"I love hunting with you, sarcastic about each other but just joking, I love your funny words and courage in battle."

Nairgo was stunned, so the queen's aesthetic is really so biased?

Wait, leave her alone.

He didn't expect Sylvanas to say such a sentence after such a long silence.

"You are also the most heroic woman I have ever met, and the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Nelgo's rough palm caressed her cheek, and Sylvanas could even feel the temperature of a living person appear on him.

Looking at Nairgo, Sylvanas said: "I remember you and I said that there are only four kinds of people in your eyes: enemies, friends, compatriots and rotten meat, and there is no distinction between men and women.

"So which one am I?" Sylvanas asked with some curiosity.

"You're the fifth." Then without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.