Stratholme God

   Chapter 601 Rescue (1 more)

   Tyrande admitted that his mentality was actually out of balance.

   From the moment Illidan took refuge in the Queen, she was out of balance. Originally, she couldn't think of how to refute or counterattack, but when she got along with Mai, she accidentally learned too many oral fetishes and golden sentences from him.

   "What Azshara would be better off marrying Sargeras than a tauren, at least not with multiple fractures on the wedding night."

   "The tauren, maybe it will pass."

   As the saying goes, strategically despise the enemy and tactically value the enemy.

  In order to eliminate the influence of Ravencrest, the royalist party in the rebel army, McDonald had to pour dirty water on Azshara. In fact, this is not dirty water. There is no absolute proof that the Queen jumped back on the rebel side, so it can only be calculated!

   At that time, McDonald's reasoned in front of everyone like this - you Kangkang, the Burning Legion does not have a kaldorei-like guy, no, but anyone who looks like a person is a large creature. The queen followed over there, can there still be a formality? It must have been deformed long ago.

  Cough, as for what shape it becomes, it is up to you to imagine.

  Anyway, everyone sighed after hearing it, and they all thought--Is it better to be cheap to me than to cheap those disgusting monsters?

   Such a calculation is well-founded and convinced Kaldorei.

   In the past, the female night elves of the resistance army did not refute, nor did they want to defend the queen. At most, they scolded Queen Azshara for being shameless.

   For some reason, at this moment, these all became her spiritual support (the ammunition for counterattack).

When    was scolded and crushed by the wedding, the queen's whole body stiffened, and even for a moment, she had the idea of ​​repairing Tyrande. But as the queen's restraint, she can control her evil thoughts.

  The queen turned half of her face and sneered: "Vashj, tell her - who I am."

   As the queen's personal maid, if nothing else, she is absolutely perfect in her flattery skills. She immediately bowed and said in a cadenced voice, as if she were chanting scriptures:

"Listen to that humble maggot in the cell over there, whether you'll be part of the mud in this filthy cell, or a begging banshee under Sargeras, the great true god, you'll always only be To look up to Her Majesty Queen Azshara, the most beautiful in the world, forever standing at the apex of this kingdom!"

"Pfft!" Tyrande laughed, and she really laughed: "Hahaha! Is Azshara, the Queen of Death standing on top of her people's corpse mountain? Very good! Very powerful! Salute to you-"

   Queen Azshara shook her body slightly, snorted coldly, and let the maid walk out of the cell with the corner of her robe.

   It was not until this moment that Tyrande noticed that when she came in, every inch of the ground she walked on was cast by a high-level wizard, who first put a carpet with a hexagonal snowflake pattern on every step she stepped forward.

   This frosty carpet, which is instantly made with the ultimate magic art, also has a non-slip function. The servility of a mage whose sole purpose is to keep the beautiful queen from being tainted by the filth of the world.

   "Is this the Queen? Funny enough!" Tyrande laughed, she was really sneering!

   Although this tit-for-tat may violate the oracle of the goddess Elune, it is very relieved.

  Illidan walked away, like a dog, wagging a dog's tail on his **** that he couldn't see, couldn't touch, but must exist, and followed the queen.

   As for whether he truly joined the Queen and the Burning Legion, Tyrande suddenly felt that this matter was no longer important.

  Illidan came back to save him, she would not be surprised, relatively, she firmly believed that she would not have that kind of surprise after the catastrophe, and may even feel a little disgusted.

  The Queen and her party left, and the cell returned to silence.

   Since being captured, Tyrande has not been able to enter, which is very uncomfortable, obviously this is the torment of the enemy to her.

   The enemy can't hurt her, but can let her life instinct hurt herself.

  Eat, drink and Lazar, this is the most basic need of life.

   The other party obviously wanted her to make a fool of herself and succumbed to her survival instinct.

   "Goddess! Guide me—" In this uncomfortable position, Tyrande closed his eyes and began to pray again.

   After an unknown amount of time, her ears moved.

   Who is coming!

  As a priest of the Moon God, Tyrande is very sensitive to powers other than Elune.

   That foul fel energy, she smelled it as soon as she stepped into the cell.

  It made her sick.

   "You die of this heart. I will not give in, you will only get my corpse." Tyrande opened his eyes and stared at the wizard eredar in front of him.

   "It's very spirited, but unfortunately the voice is a little hoarse, otherwise it will be more imposing."

   The other party's words did not seem to be in the same dimension as Tyrande, which made Tyrande a little stunned.

   "Humph!" Tyrande was about to argue when suddenly the other party pulled out a big guy.

   "Don't talk, keep your mouth shut, and taste carefully!"

"Woohoo-"

Originally Tyrande was staring angrily at the disgusting crimson skin of the other party, and then she realized that something was wrong - the power of the Moon Goddess had always protected her, which allowed the demons to twist or pull her limbs, but once inside To the point where she would be injured, she would be immediately stopped by the power of the goddess.

   At this moment, the other party's kettle was stunned to break through the shield of the goddess's power and directly hit her mouth.

  Tyrande thought subconsciously: If it is filled with poison or something else, I will be finished.

   Not really!

   She is very familiar with these liquids. From her joining the Sisterhood of Elune, to becoming a priest, a high priest, and now about to become a high priest, she drinks this thing every day - this is the well water of the Moon Well!

  Is the well water polluted? How could she not know?

   "Cuckoo!" Her eyes were full of question marks, and she wanted to ask why, but her extremely thirsty body honestly accepted the pot of holy water from Elune's own purification.

   I'm not full, at least I've had enough.

   Tyrande felt his body gain strength again.

   She realized something, and stared in surprise at the other's pupils, which were completely different from those of the eredar, those were the eyes of the Kaldorei. She lowered her voice subconsciously: "You..."

  McDonald's right index finger pressed on Tyrande's slightly cracked red lips: "Shh!"

   The next second, Tyrande was surprised to see another face under the mask of the eredar wizard.

   If McDonald's hadn't covered her mouth tightly, she would have screamed birth.

   The beautiful eyes widened to the extreme, experienced shock, surprise and frenzied excitement in just one second!

   "Have you calmed down yet?" McDonald's whispered.

   "Yeah." Tyrande nodded vigorously.

   "I'll slowly open your mouth now, don't bark."

   released his hand, and Tyrande saw that McDonald swiftly used a fluorescent green power stone to remove the fel shackles on her body in a few clicks.

   "Be careful, there is an alarm..." Before Tyrande finished speaking, he saw that he had easily disarmed the alarm system, without any hesitation or stagnation.

   (end of this chapter)