Stormwind God

The elite of tens of thousands of Scarlet Crusaders lifted up the weapon in their hands and issued the strongest voice since the beginning of the war: "Don't agree"

Duke continued to shout, "Dwarves and dwarf brothers, this guy said he would destroy all civilizations. What do you think?"

"Done him!" The fierce dwarf held up his hammer!

Duke finally waved to the elves: "This **** not only destroyed your home, but also burned a small tree in the last inch of green space. What do you think?"

Sylvanas stands proudly: "For the blood of Quel'dorei! We must revenge"

One stone provoked a millennial wave. Who among the high elves did not know the power and terror of the enemy?

Those who can gather here are naturally the most flesh-and-blood people in the whole elves. They are the backbone of the future revival of the high elves and the pillars of the reconstruction of the elven kingdom.

The roar of the humans and the powerful shouts of the dwarves deeply stimulated the hearts of these tens of thousands of elves.

They remembered their dead relatives and friends, and their ruined home.

A raging anger burst out from the bottom of my heart, straight into the brain, they abandoned the nobleness and restraint that had once claimed themselves, and tore off the gentle and elegant mask in front of the world, especially humans, in unison call

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Army heart is available, morale is available!

With almost no thought, Sylvanas, who was hot while hitting the iron, suddenly held up her bow and shouted, "Our kingdom is destroyed! Our city is destroyed! Our compatriots and loved ones are killed! In order for future generations to never forget this day, I declare Quiltore to be Sindore! "

There was unbelievable surprise on Duke's face.

‘Quail’ means noble in the Salas language of the elves, and ‘Xin’ is blood.

The high elves changed their name from Quel'dorei to Sin'dorei, the blood elves, and it was obviously Kael'thas's work in history.

It must be said that history has a surprisingly similar urine.

In a certain scenario, under certain circumstances, a consistent choice will be made.

At this moment, tens of thousands of elves, each of them was full of anger. In the fury, they needed to vent. They didn't even notice that, in theory, it was only Rushman's 'Salvation Commission', and Sylvanas, who was officially a Ranger General, simply did not have the power to announce such a major decision.

Just one or two of them, tens of thousands of people were completely enraged under the scream of Ner'zhul, and naturally agreed with Sylvanas' call.

This amazing momentum of response ... Could it be ... After Sylvanas didn't have to become an undead, God still gave her a queen's throne?

What about the forgotten?

Uh, my Duke is the Alliance, what do I do with the tribe?

Well, since Sylvanas still has the opportunity to become the Queen of Greece without changing races, I definitely don't mind pushing you.

Duke poked at Sylvanas, and the light in the corner of his eye looked at the skull of the Lich King in midair.

Sylvanaston sometimes knew.

"Devil! Get out of here!"

Slammed.

Bend the bow and hit the arrow in one go.

This action was used by Sylvanas in hundreds of thousands of times in practice and actual combat. Each action was unremarkable, but when connected together, it had a flowing beauty.

Looking at her hair that fluttered in the wind and thunderous force, the heroine-like heroine easily infected every elven.

They worshiped Sylvanas standing on the hill with worship and pious eyes.

They look forward to it, waiting with excitement.

They want to see what Sylvanas, whom they have high hopes for, can do something that will make them stunned.

However, Sylvanas was aggressive at this moment.

Just now Duke had a look, she bent her bow and arrows without thinking about it. Of course, she could not wait to blast the nasty skull of Ner'zhul with an arrow. A serious problem is that she has no means to deal with soul enemies!

The ghost knows if the Thunder can hurt the ghost, if the arrow does not explode the skull, it is really a shame to the night elves' ancestor.

Tens of thousands of elves had hot eyes and stared at her back.

Those tens of thousands of eyes didn't feel like it before, now there are literally tens of thousands of long swords. If one doesn't work well, she must pierce her ten thousand swords and pierce her!

Biting her flame red lips hard, Sylvanas really wanted to die now.

Now it is clear that the arrow has to be fired on the string, but ...

Suddenly, she had a feeling of hating herself and Duke.

Who is so indifferent to who I am? It is with Duke that he is so foolish that he bends his bow and shoots an arrow at the demon head with a glance.

it's good now!

What? What! Close! field! ?

On the other hand, first seeing Sylvanas getting on the road, she worked with a glance, and then became embarrassed. Duke only thought it was very interesting and funny.

Immediately, Duke felt immediately that Sylvanas's gaze was so hard that he could find a way to end it.

I have to say that the reactions of the three Windrunner sisters in embarrassment were very interesting.

The most wives-like Windeisha has a soft-spoken look, and she can't bear to refuse to see it.

The most overall view of Aurelia is a ‘sample, do n’t you come to help? Do n’t blame me when it ’s smashed, ‘the little eyes that make sense.

Well, now Sylvanas can help me more directly? Don't help me, don't blame me for lifting the table?

That wildness, that shyness, also deeply fascinated Duke.

Duke smiled slightly, even though he was no less than a hundred meters away from her, she felt Duke's small movement.

It was a soul that could not be seen by the naked eye, a soul with a strong divine breath.

Only the purest priests, such as the little girl Sally Whitemane, can see that a golden soul flew out of Duke's body and flew behind Sylvanas.

At this time, Sylvanas was a standard bow-and-arrow pose.

Left leg is in front, right leg is in back.

Hold the bow on the left and pull the string on the right.

The others didn't see it, it didn't mean that Sylvanas couldn't sense it, just felt that a warm soul embraced her from behind.

That is naturally the soul of Duke.

This ambiguous embrace made Sylvanas panic.

Because his crotch rested on her hip, his hot right hand rested lightly on her right hand, and his left hand gently stroked her left upper arm all the way to the tip of her left finger.

If someone changed, she would goosebumps and exclaim.

It was the warmth of the soul that was so serene that made her very useful.