Stratholme God

   Chapter 570 brought by a ball head

   McDonald's never underestimated the escape ability of an egg.

   Unless he gave up the treatment himself, it would not be easy for him to die.

   As a mage, it is normal to hold a double egg knife, right?

  As a master, he has a body of bodybuilding muscles and 90% physical dodge. This is also a beaver, right?

   As a mage, all kinds of energies and elements explode, burning the enemy's blue and deducting blood, this is definitely a true mage, right?

   Anyway, the righteous fire rains from the sky, and it can burn Illidan to death. McDonald's is the first to not believe it.

   He really never thought that the enemy would burn Illidan's head into the Mediterranean Sea, even if it was temporary.

  After the war, more than 500 soldiers were killed and more than 1,000 were burned. The Black Crow Fortress was naturally a busy scene.

   McDonald's used his commanding instincts to keep things in order.

   When he was commanding on the spot, he saw the combination of Whispering Wind and Furious Wind.

   "Ah! No! Tyrande, don't look..." Illidan, who was still young at this time, covered his head with his hands in despair, as if he was duangly selling Overlord shampoo.

   "Actually, it's nothing." Malfurion, who was relatively stern and serious, was a male elf with a basilisk grassland growing on his head all the year round, oh, he was a male elf in the green prairie, he could not understand the hardships of Mediterranean men.

   "Illidan, you...you're fine, let me see, I can help you with magic." Tyrande is purely kind. Of course, as a professionally trained priest, she's certainly not the kind of guy who's "what's wrong with you, tell everyone to be happy".

   She won't laugh at any wounded unless she can't help it...

   "Pfft!"

  Tyrande's chuckle, like the bell of hell's judgment, sunk Illidan's heart into the abyss.

   McDonald coughed, and the three cameos immediately stood up straight, and then bowed to McDonald.

  Illidan would not dare to cover his head even if he was bald, after all that would be disrespectful.

   "Vice leader!" They said in unison.

   "Yo, isn't this our Vanguard Palace, Illidan* Stormrage?" There was a little frivolity in MacDonald's voice.

   This made Illidan uncertain. After all, the gap between status and status was here, and he quickly lowered his head: "Sorry, Your Excellency Deputy Leader, I was too rash."

   "It's fine, but you should pay more attention to the position of your comrades. It's not a good thing to go deep alone at any time."

   "I have been taught." Although he was not convinced, Illidan could only admit it on the surface.

At this moment, MacDonald did something that surprised onlookers - he gently stroked Illidan's face... the hair on the side, and then gathered Illidan's temples and the hair on the back of his head. .

   McDonnell lightly grabbed a large chunk of Illidan's hair with one hand, turned his head and asked Tyrande with an aura of "sell the first", "Hello, Your Excellency Priest, do you have a hair tie?"

  Tyrande was stunned for a moment, but still took out a headband.

   For some reason, McDonald's was suddenly so scared that Tyrande would pull up his sacrificial robe and take a fat zi from underneath as a headband for him.

  Fortunately, it was a serious headband.

  Afterwards, McDonald gently pierced Illidan with a ball head!

  Don’t say, the distress of the Mediterranean can only be experienced by the Mediterranean.

  Illidan looked at himself in amazement from a mirror that MacDonald asked his deputy to find.

   It's not blown or black, and the ball head not only perfectly conceals the baldness, but also really has a [tidal] feeling.

   Watching Tyrande open his mouth slightly in surprise, after realizing it was a bit indecent, he could only cover Cherry's small mouth with his hands.

McDonald's was like a kind elder, soothing an egg: "The scalp on your head is fine, and the hair will probably grow back. Before that, wear this hairstyle first. A true warrior should not be because of this. Such a little thing loses face, doesn't it?"

   "Yes... ah... Thank you, Your Excellency!" For the first time in his life, the rebellious Illidan felt admiration and gratitude for his compatriots.

   He cared about his image in Tyrande's eyes.

  McDonald's perfectly saved him a lot of points.

   McDonald's didn't even realize that it was such a small help that made Illidan quite obedient in the next battle. McDonald's told him to go west, at least not east.

   The style of play is not as wild as before, such as launching the magic blue burning skill in a wide area, ignoring the feelings of the companions.

   As the days passed, the situation actually became worse for ordinary night elves.

   After all, the Burning Legion has an infinite number of troops, night elves, to put it poorly, even if these long ears are now the most intelligent race in the entire Azeroth, this population is not enough for the Demon Legion to jam their teeth.

   is still able to withstand it, simply because the portal is not large enough, the amount of demons gushing out per unit time is still limited.

   Even so, Duke Ravencrest was already feeling a lot of pressure, and even if he had other careful thoughts, he had no time to do it now. He had to rely more on McDonald's. After all, his ability was here. Even if McDonald's had all kinds of fancy paddling, Mai, who could do whatever he wanted, was better than other unreliable nobles.

   He didn't expect that, just like this, everyone with discernment saw that he led the resistance of the night elves that had nothing to do with the overall situation, and even offended Queen Azshara.

  In the gorgeous palace, the queen who was listening to the music of the court musician suddenly raised an eyebrow.

   When she saw the unpleasantness on the queen's purple but graceful face, her personal bodyguard Captain Varosen felt a pain in his heart: "The most beautiful majesty in the world! What bothers you?"

"I heard..." The Queen's voice was even more gentle than a lark, as if every character was like a note in a beautiful tune, neither played nor darkened. Will definitely recognize her - how about your debut as a virtual idol?

  The queen hung Varosen's appetite, and waited until his throat twitched for the fifth time before continuing with a grudge: "That Ravencrest, who is overly capable, actually led his troops to resist my army of Sargeras?"

   "That self-proclaimed noble Ravencasse deserves to die!" Varosen, the top dog under the queen's command, was immediately furious.

   "Forget it, don't mention him." The Queen waved her hand gracefully, as if to drive away Ravencrest like a fly.

   The guy below gets it.

  Three days later, in Black Rook Fortress, everything happened so suddenly.

   Just came out of the military meeting room, a guy who looked like a messenger walked in from the outside, and the guard looked at his badge and ignored it.

  It's not that McDonald's is slandering, the security of Black Rook Fortress is done like shit.

  Ravencase has dozens of dark elite aristocrats under his command, and he never thought about integrating them well, which led to an order that needs to be repeated dozens of times before it can really be conveyed to the front line.

  The messenger is also a high-risk occupation. The messenger who travels around the world is intercepted by demons from time to time.

  The messengers of each family are exchanged, and it is normal to have a living face.

but……

  You at least check it out!

   McDonald's raised it, but Ravencase ignored it.

  Big Brother, Queen Azshara really wants you to die!

   Right in front of McDonald and Tyrande, the tired Ravencase was smeared on the neck by a sneak attack from the 'Messenger'.

   (end of this chapter)