Stratholme God

   Chapter 580 Fenglin Volcano

   Maiev woke up immediately, did not dare to face McDonald's eyes, turned his eyes away, lowered his head, and whispered: "I am your Youlemei!"

   McDonald: ? ? ?

  Bah! After being brainwashed by sand sculpture players a lot, the funny phantom sounds of [Feng Tianlong] actually appeared in my mind.

   Obviously Maiev said "Exclusive Priest!"

After   's brain went down for a tenth of a second, McDonald's domineeringly replied: "Very good!"

   confirmed the master-servant relationship, and McDonald stopped pushing Maiev, backed away, and went back to the chair behind his desk to sit down.

   Maiev stood in front of the desk, looking like an angry little daughter-in-law.

   "Fortunately, you are here to attack me. If it is in public, I will exile you directly."

   Maiev's body trembled, at this time, she was really scared.

   The obedience of commoners to nobles is rooted in the hearts of most night elves. This is due to the general social environment. She was really exiled. Does she want her to kneel and lick Queen Azshara?

   "Sorry! It was my fault."

Oh oh oh! It's rare to hear an apology from that donkey-tempered and stubborn Maiev.

   "Humph! It seems that you are not confused yet!"

   "Please instruct my lord."

   "You don't accept Tyrande, that's okay. But your public opposition to Tyrande's order is to influence the overall situation of the goddess Elune uniting all forces and fighting against the Burning Legion."

   Maiev shuddered, her head lower, her chin barely digging into the scar on her chest.

   "Why did I give the Tyrande Sentinel? You have to gain something, understand?"

"what!"

"You go to Tyrande and tell Elune that you want to form a melee-based unit, called [Watcher], [Guardian] and anything. Dig priests directly from the Sisterhood of Elune. Be the backbone of the new unit, then I'll give you soldiers here. Remember, this unit is under Elune's name."

  This time, Maiev really understood.

   If she didn't listen to Tyrande, she was disobeying the goddess's orders, and that was her fault.

  The troops were divided, and even the divisions were different, so Tyrande had no command over the new troops. Maiev could give Tyrande the look she wanted. The wonderful thing is that everyone still believes in Elune, and it's the Sisterhood's own business.

  McDonald saw through it early in the morning that Maiev couldn't be against the goddess Elune. Since this was an inevitable plot to happen in the future, he simply went with the flow and sold his favor to Elune.

   As for Maiev?

Ha ha! Just a tip!

  He acted casually, which was completely different in Maiev's eyes—the nobleman in front of him seemed to be indifferent, but he actually cared about her a lot! In order to seize power for her, he just gave up a lot of military power that originally belonged to him.

The    army thing, as long as it is not destroyed and the establishment is completely lost, it can be passed down from generation to generation.

   Whoever mentions this unit will immediately think of who the founder is.

   At this moment, Maiev only felt that his desire for power and vanity were completely satisfied.

   A strong urge dominated Maiev, driving her to put her face close, and what did she see?

   McDonald actually pulled back the chair, and a big jio was about to move - it was ready to go out.

   Shouldn't be very happy to see her such a delicate purple beauty giving her a goodbye hug? Your face is full of disgust in capital letters, and you are going to print big shoes. What does this mean?

   Maiev's heart was hurt.

  Well, of course, it's a small thing compared to the fact that she can finally legally take on Tyrande.

   As long as she doesn't die violently, the night elf has a very long lifespan, and she has time to become Hawk* Star's specialty! genus! Festival! manage!

   Maiev is a ruthless girl. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she turned her impulse into respect, and changed her posture from leaning forward into a bowed body.

   "Thank you my Lord for the reward!"

   "Uh, um, that, go down if you're okay. I'll mobilize weapons and manpower here first."

   "Yes—" Maiev walked away happily.

   For someone, what looks like a writhing purple cantaloupe on the back is very hot eyes.

   McDonald's kept telling himself: If you endure it any longer, you can run away! The War of the Ancients is over, Maiev, Tyrande or whatever, it's none of my business with McDonald's. If you have something to do, go to the dead ghost Sunstar!

  The days go by, and every day the elf troops are destroyed and reorganized.

   Soon, everyone took it easy on this sort of thing.

The longer    stayed, the more McDonald realized that the night elf nobles were scumbags.

  If the ability value is 100, most of these guys are in single digits, and basically only the force is slightly less irritating. On average, about the average per capita Uncle Hogg!

   That's right! Just like the elite monster kobold in Elwynn Forest, known as the rookie killer, it is a slightly oversized infantryman.

   It's not that there are no elves among nobles, but there are tall ones among dwarfs, such as Dath Remar* Sunstrider!

   He is the famous father of the Sun King, and the father of Kaizi.

   But at this point in time, Dath Remar, who is a noble of the upper elves, is still in Azshara City, and now theoretically still carries the label of the queen licking dogs.

   McDonald's basically doesn't use Tyrande, One Egg, Malfurion, and the Shadowsong sisters and other civilian stars.

   Even the hard-working Ronin was thrown away by McDonald's to lead the mage after his injury.

It's not that the rebels are deliberately black, but the background of this era is like this. Basically, the upper elves have all the knowledge of magic. Anyone with a little magic talent would go to Azshara City to sell themselves to obtain the right to use the water of the Well of Eternity. .

   There isn't a single archmage on the rebel side.

   This caused that even if Ronin, a human being of unknown origin and endorsed by someone from Mai, still nominally rules over all night elf mages.

   It took a full month and a half from sending the messenger to getting a reply. McDonald's brought this group of Zhanbaizha, who were 100 million points better than Zhanwuzhao, to the arrival of reinforcements.

   On this day, the mountains in the distance are roaring, surging, and moving.

   This is not some exaggerated rhetoric, the mountain is really moving!

  The forest is also moving, not a single tree, but a whole forest moving.

  Looking to the other side, the ground burned by the Burning Legion is still rising with flames.

   A gust of wind blows.

   McDonald muttered in front of Yingge and his younger brother, "Well, the wind is a bit loud today!"

  Perhaps, this is Fenglin Volcano!

   Even though they have seen Mount Hyjal once in ten thousand years, most night elves have never seen it!

   Seven or eight-story mountain giants!

  An ancient war tree ranging from five to ten stories high!

   When the soldiers of all ethnic groups in the forest were led by the giant white deer, they slowly approached the Black Crow Fortress, and McDonald really realized what a card face was!

   The Shadowsong siblings swallowed at the same time.

In the shock and loss of the spirits of the elves, only McDonald's was extremely calm. He patted Garrod on the shoulder: "I said, let you bring the strongest army in history. Now, go and receive your soldiers. Bar!"

   Garrod smiled.

   Laughing is worse than crying!

   (end of this chapter)