Stratholme God

  Chapter 1370

  Tyrande blushed and muttered in a low voice, "This is really fair and just."

   "Hehe!" McDonald's didn't refute either.

  There is never absolute justice and fairness in the world. The talents of different races are different, and the growth trajectories caused by them are completely different.

   The more we deal with a powerful enemy, the more important it is to highlight the importance of a great power.

   If it wasn't for the fact that Tyrande completely hated Elune this time, and fell to the mortal MacDonald, how could the night elves hold the super thigh of Stratholme.

   That's right, I'm just helping the dark spirit brush the honor, what?

   If you have the ability, you can also create a queen or high priest who can poke my XP system, and then let the country be my McDonald's pendant?

  How many people want to hug their thighs and haven't had a chance yet.

   You see those blue draenei? McDonald's despised other people's hooves, and as a result, Velen could only enjoy fair and just treatment.

   This is the grief of a small clan like the draenei.

   McDonald's stroking the lace on the Mooncloth battle suit, he couldn't put it down, and suddenly he found that Maiev came in wearing a black battle suit.

   Seeing that McDonnell pointed to Maiev, Tyrande was embarrassed. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and snorted at Maiev: "Hello, sister!"

   Maiev was so happy, she was akimbo, as if a demon's tail was standing up behind her buttocks, and she was wagging and wagging!

"Yo, isn't this sister Tyrande? I didn't expect that we have been fighting openly and secretly for 10,000 years, and finally we have come together!" Maiev stroked her smooth melon face with her left hand, and that expression was easily reminiscent of an Otome game. Stop the heroine and the heroine from falling in love with the female villain.

   Tyrande really wants to be strong, and most of the time he will say "you have always been upset with me".

  But the elf bowed his head once under someone else's roof, and didn't care about the second time.

  Tyrande bowed righteously: "I didn't do well in the past, please take care of my sister in the future."

   Tyrande gave in like this, and most of Maiev's old grudges were dissipated immediately.

Maiev was fighting with Tyrande over Elune's chief priest, and with the sentence "Why did you choose her not me?", she asked her to go to MacDonald and sullen Tyrande for 10,000 years. . Now that Elune is not a good thing, her biggest conflict with Tyrande will no longer exist.

   Maiev sighed: "It's ridiculous. Elune never took us night elves seriously, right? Then why did we fight for ten thousand years?"

   Tyrande smiled bitterly: "Yes! For what?"

   The old enemies looked at each other and smiled bitterly together.

   Looking at the reconciled two enemies, McDonald's was deeply relieved, but also distressed!

   This is like choosing white silk or hey silk?

  No no no, don't get me wrong, MacDonald feels that the difficult choice is not which one to choose, but which one to choose first.

All right! I want it all! Let's do it together!

   Maiev understood and turned to Tyrande: "Come on, my sister will teach you how to maintain the vertical grip..."

   As the saying goes, what is the fate of each other.

   McDonald's, who sits in the flying fortress, sits on the sofa and feels the beauty of life while watching the artillery fire in the distance and near, which is very comfortable.

   On the battlefield below, with the advance of the alliance army, it feels like this will be a new version of [Dazar'alor Siege].

   The Zandalar trolls had few options, and after parting ways with Garrosh, the Zandalari trolls had to face the wrath of the Alliance.

   After the passage from Kul Tiras to Zandalar was surveyed, this was an inevitable outcome.

  It is worth mentioning that, under the persuasion of Despicable Roar, the original tribe pendants who took refuge in the Iron Tribe had their eyes set on them. As the two goblin trade princes who are desperately needed and relied on by Garrosh, they are afraid of death after all, and they went to Draenor in the past to try to help the shriveled Iron Horde regain its glory.

  Unfortunately, the Forsaken are really forgotten. Abu, the Sun King and the Blood Elf Archmage Rommath received the order of Despicable Roar at that time and were responsible for 'defending' the new Dark Portal.

Don't expect smart people to do this kind of cannon fodder work.

When they found that the two big smarts who had been sold were in despair, they didn't dare to turn their back on the still strong Despicable Roar. As soon as they turned their heads, they withdrew from the Drusvar Island in Kul Tiras, where they had been occupied, and followed the tower. Ranji goes to Zandalar.

   So, when Shandris reported that Forsaken and blood elves had been found near Dazar'alor, McDonald's was no exception.

In view of the fact that someone has rebelled against Thrall, and there is a shocking operation such as "the minister is about to fight to the death, why did the warchief come first?", Shandris decided to ask McDonald's first for instructions in the magic communication: "The leader of the alliance , what should we do with these wallgrass?"

   "The grass on the wall?" McDonald's raised his eyebrows and joked: "Your Excellency the general is talking about the [Tomb Grass Exchange Group]? Are the three of them bad together? It happened to be a table to fight the landlord."

   Before Shandris could react, Tyrande, who was outside the camera, burst out laughing.

   Shandris was puzzled and frowned: "I... seem to hear the voice of our High Priest?"

   "Cough cough!" McDog thief coughed dryly: "Uh, she is discussing with me a major event involving hundreds of millions of living beings. There is no time for now."

   "Oh, okay, it's alright, I'm ready to attack now."

   "General Shandris, don't be in a hurry, wait for the outcome of the war in Wharton to move forward. What we need is a complete victory with less losses, not a tragic victory."

   This is the cherished soldier.

   Shandris was moved when he heard this. The power of the alliance leader is too great, and if the night elves really want to fill the line, she can't refuse.

   Now that he can play steadily and earn honor, this is the most perfect for the night elves.

  On the other side, McDonald saw that Tyrande had sprayed Maiev with milk when he was laughing, and was cleaning up with a handkerchief, so he couldn't help asking: "Use your tongue."

   Tyrande gave McDonald a shy look and did as he did.

   Well, the vertical grip has a mind of its own.

On   Wharton's side, the Alliance used artillery to wipe out grievances.

   "Kill! For King Rastakhan!"

   "Fuck!"

   "Boom boom boom boom!"

   Countless plumes of smoke rose over the barren Gobi Sand Sea of ​​Waldun. Brave troll soldiers marched in desperate charge against the opposing Alliance mechanized army.

   But, is it useful?

How about the    troll's pterodactyl army, which looks bigger than a wyvern?

   is huge and can be shot down with one shot.

   If one shot is not enough, then two shots!

   If the small cannon is not enough, then the cannon!

   is not Koopa, the pterodactyl **** among the Loa gods.

   Even if the pterodactyl knights have always been the most important and powerful air force in the Zandalar Empire from ancient times to the present, even if the pterodactyl knights' status in the Zandalar Empire has never fallen, so what?

   (end of this chapter)