Stratholme God

   Chapter 1440 [White Album] part.2

  If it was the McDonald's before crossing, he would probably smile and let it be.

   Now he can't bear this.

   He tilted his head slightly: "Shandris, do you have any opinion on me?"

   Shandris faced McDonald, feeling complicated: "It's obvious that they should have been a couple."

   "Really?" McDonnell was noncommittal: "But whether it's personal or public, Tyrande chose me after very serious consideration."

   This is what left Shandris speechless the most, and he was so choked on the spot that he couldn't say anything to refute.

   As Tyrande's closest comrade-in-arms, adopted daughter, and supporter, she must know why. Just watching Brother Stormrage pursue Tyrande for 10,000 years without success, and finally cut his beard to McDonald's, he was a little bit angry.

  But McDonald's didn't persecute, and he didn't use any sublime means. Why did Shandris turn his anger on him?

   "Yes... I was the one who made the mistake." Shandris bit her lip and lowered her head.

   "This is a chaotic age. Lovers don't have to be married, they can also become rotten meat in the mouth of the Devil Hound. Besides, they are not a couple in the first place."

   Shandris was stunned. The relationship between Tyrande and McDonald is actually more like a combination of interests. The only thing that elevates this relationship is Tyrande's gratitude to McDonald for saving her. This feeling is sincere, and McDonald chose to accept Tyrande.

   It really has to be calculated carefully. Now that the night elves are in the sunset, Tyrande has really climbed high.

  Suddenly, Shandris clenched his fists, raised his head, and stared at McDonald's hard: "McDonald, you, do you really like my adoptive mother? You're not casual..."

   Before she could finish speaking, McDonald smiled: "I like it!"

  For some reason, Shandris felt like she wasn't just speaking to her adoptive mother.

  McDonald added: "I like the long ears of your elves the most. I like to gently knock on them with my teeth, rubbing and rubbing..."

   McDonald's said as he stretched out his hand and rubbed Shandris's long pointed ear, which was at least 10cm long.

   "Ah!" Shandris hummed subconsciously.

   "Whenever I play with these long ears, you guys make really nice noises. Yes! Exactly! That's it."

  Some guys are like an old cow pulling a broken car when they are humming, all kinds of rough. Some existences are very pleasant to the ear, such as the out of the valley yellow warbler, this is a talent and cannot be learned.

   Shandris was instantly dominated by shame and anger. She almost wanted to slap the bad guy in front of her, but in the end, her subconscious reaction was a big jump, she stepped back five steps, covered her ears, and stared at McDonald's angrily. Her mouth wriggled for a long time, wanting to say something harsh, but she didn't let out half of her fart.

   "Sorry, sorry! I can't hold back this elf for a while. No way, your ears are too cute."

   Looking at the frivolous smile of the dog thief, Shandris wanted to bite him to death.

   "Today is a big day when Malfurion may recover, I, I'll let you go for the time being."

   "Okay." McDonald sat aside to himself.

   It wasn't that Tyrande in the room didn't hear the commotion outside. After she sighed a little, she ignored it. Sitting on the chair in front of the bed, Tyrande's eyes were complicated as he watched Malfurion who was twitching lightly due to nightmares and severe pain from time to time on the hospital bed.

   Without much hesitation, she took out the ball of Cenarius' soul essence and gently placed it on Malfurion's chest.

Malfurion, who had been tortured by the power of death for many years, after receiving this power, his entire body suddenly bowed, as if he was about to do a carp upright posture on the hospital bed, every muscle in his body was taking care of itself. twitching.

On his cheeks, on his chest, many skins, and even muscles that were similar to the gray color of the Forsaken, all of them suddenly made a continuous explosion, which sounded like a pile of plaster statues being smashed. .

  The green light surged in Malfurion's body, and more undead body tissues that exuded a strong rancid smell came out of his body.

  The powerful undead power fluctuated, and even excited several grand druids in the outer hall. They rushed in in a little panic, only to see Tyrande, who had been hiding in the corner of the room, and Malfurion, who was in constant strangeness on the hospital bed.

   This scene is so weird!

   Onlookers could even see several gray-colored vertebrae exploding from Malfurion's torn belly.

   There seemed to be a fountain spewing out bones in front of everyone's eyes, and the body tissue infected by the undead force kept bursting out, and it was hard to lay a layer on the ground.

   From another perspective, everyone began to understand how terrible this curse of immortality is, and it is impossible to save life without a wash of marrow and bone.

   Ordinary creatures did this, died 10,000 times earlier, and were brought into the arms of death by the Lich King Terenas of that year.

   This time, it was entirely Cenarius' demigod-level soul essence, and it was the same source of power, which supported Malfurion's successful turnaround.

   Hamuul said: "The evil forces have been expelled, and the power of Cenarius is healing Lord Stormrage. Give him another place, maybe it won't be long before Lord Stormrage can wake up."

  Everyone moved Malfurion to another room not far away, and there was naturally a group of Druids in charge of the aftermath, purifying the evil forces or something.

   After a while, the room was quiet again, and Tyrande and Malfurion were left.

   After a while, Malfurion's eyelids trembled, and a pair of eyes that regained clarity appeared.

   Watching Malfurion's head turn green due to the power of nature, Tyrande's eyes became complicated.

   "Malfurion, are you awake?"

"Oh! Tyrande! Is that you? You saved me? I... I seem to have done something stupid and fell into a long nightmare!" Malfurion's voice contained emotion, more happy.

"Be confident, you can get rid of the word [seems]. Have you two brothers done less stupid things?" .

   A little uncomfortable with Tyrande's speaking style after being exported by culture, Malfurion was stunned for a moment, and touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "What happened, can you tell me?"

"Of course! First of all, the Kaldorei are no longer the dominant clan you know well. Then, the one you value most, Fandral Deerhelm, betrayed the night elves..." Tyrande opened the magic mirror and put one by one. Pre-edited and stored precious data to show Malfurion one by one.

   Once upon a time, the night elves were a closed race that had not changed much. Malfurion might have slept for a thousand years, and the environment had not changed after waking up.

  How could he have thought so many things would happen this time?

   (end of this chapter)