Stormwind God

Duke had a good dream.

He dreamed that he was rubbing between Tyrande's two Hyjal peaks, and then in the dimness, Duke felt a sense of relief, but it was a little painful.

It was in this tangled state that Duke woke up.

The first thing I saw was Tyrande's two smooth and soft white flower thighs. Well, the knee pillow or something was really a big benefit in life.

Immediately after, Duke saw the scene that caused him to collapse ...

Tyrande noticed that Duke woke up, and his left hand shrank like lightning.

Duke frowned. "Tyrand, what are you doing ..."

"No, I ..." Tyrande stunned for a few seconds, finally confessing his frustration, and looked like a mistaken child: "You! Don't you always use your Duke Excalibur to make people alive? ... how do I say "don't", how to ask for mercy, you will not let go of others. Rarely today I see the excalibur is so cute, I was wondering if I can stretch your excalibur to a knot or something If I can, I even want to try a bow. "

Hit ... Hit ... Slipknot?

What a special bow! ?

Uncle can bear it, I can't bear it!

Duke, who turned into the fiercest evil wolf, wanted to throw Tyrande right on the spot.

Just when Duke was about to move, Tyrande's eyes flowed, and the holy face was perfectly integrated with a slightly naughty expression, and her mouth raised with a smile: "Duke, although I don't mind, but……"

Duke wasn't afraid of anything. The most feared thing was ‘but’. Whenever there ’s ‘but’, there are no moths coming out.

Sure enough, Duke heard a loud noise.

At this time Duke discovered that Tyrande had placed him, not far from the previous battlefield, about 300 meters apart.

The heroes of the alliance pulled all of Garr's younger fire oaths out of the cave and settled one by one. Then he hurled Garr before the arrival of the sixth child's Shaslar.

Immediately afterwards, the strong men in these leagues learned through the play and rules of Shaslar without a teacher. The noise just now is the cheers of this group of guys celebrating victory.

"Ha ha ha! Who !? Who else? Ragnaros, how many younger brothers do you have? All in one go. Lest your grandpa and me go one by one." The arrogant dwarf king Magni * brownbeard held up Standing on the head of Shaslar, standing on the earth element hill formed after Garr was killed, posing as a king of the world, laughing all the time!

The masked female thief, Valera, grumbled at him: "That's your legs can't move."

The King of Ironforge suddenly petrified with one heart, no, he was petrified as a whole, and the ash was blown away when a gust of wind blew.

The heroes of the league are celebrating victory.

The most mature Mograine sat on a large rock, panting heavily.

Tirion came over and smiled at the corner of his mouth. "What's wrong, Alexandros?"

"It's fun, happy, and a little tired. Alas, the years are not uncomfortable." Mograine sighed.

"No, no, you can still play for ten years." Tirion waved his hand.

"What's the use of the power of the Ashbringer for ten years?" Mograine said gravely: "Duke told me that light and darkness are actually one. The Ashbringer can also change. Become a "fallen ashes messenger". I don't want to one day, this evil spirit sword in my hand becomes a plaything of evil forces. So after returning this time, or if I am unfortunately killed, this sword is yours . "

Tirion just felt choked.

How can a real warrior not want to have an artifact that he can handle?

Duke has [Gandalf, the legendary sword of the white-robed swordsman].

Turalyon has the Great Royal Sword [Quilzalam].

Mograine has the Ashbringer.

Each Excalibur has its own legendary story, chanted day and night by bards walking around the world.

As long as there is a day for human beings, their legend will continue to spread.

That is the supreme glory of the Takeshi.

As a noble paladin, Tirion was envious but not jealous. However, when he heard that Mograine was going to give him the Excalibur, his heart still jumped wildly.

That's exciting!

Not out of greed, but based on his ability to better eliminate evil excitement.

"Don't hesitate, don't be ashamed, your noble character and firm will deserve this artifact."

"Actually you don't need to ..." Tirion just said, but stopped Mogleni.

"Everyone's pursuit is different. Everyone has heard Duke's suggestion, but I think that instead of pursuing false eternity, it is better to make this life alive. I have enjoyed wealth, bathed in the glory of Lordaeron, and fought The deepest evil is also holding on to Her Majesty's glory. My only regret is that I cannot train my son to be the best paladin, but I have no regrets. "

Tirion was silent, listening to Mograine's almost monologue.

"I think the existence of the Paladin should be chanting and sticking to all the good things in the world. We don't demand perfection, but we must first do our best and give the world an example. Therefore, as a human being, life, death, death and death are a necessary process. I do not intend to disobey the laws of nature. The holy light must also be better inherited. "

After all, Mograine held the long stalk of the Ashbringer in one hand and handed the latter half of the stalk to Tirion's hand.

Almost the moment Tirion touched the Ashbringer, this evil evil sword bloomed in a dazzling golden light, which was the proof that the sword recognized Tirion as its next master.

Everyone turned back, with sorrow and comfort.

Correct!

Old sick and dead!

Fate to Fate!

this is life!

I don't know when, everyone applauded.

At the same time, before Duke had time to be gentle with his woman, he was approached by someone.

"Boss Duke, do you see anything similar to this stuff on the leader of the flame element?" The three sisters of the fastest windrunner rushed to Duke, and the goods from Gavenlad rushed there. Arrived.

He held up in his hand something like the skull of a creature, and the wind and thunder lingering above it clearly told everyone that this thing was not ordinary epic equipment.

Duke reluctantly secretly withdrew the claws placed on Tyrande's hips, and coughed: "Your shit. What do you want this sword for, and you are not responsible for carrying the big guy."

"Sword !? It turned out to be a sword?" Who knew that Gavenlad's eyes brightened for a moment: "Hahaha! Sure enough, this thing is destined to belong to me! If it was a sword, Magni would definitely not want it."