Stratholme God

   Chapter 611 Are you afraid? (1 more)

When Tyrande was captured, although he could feel the love from Elune all the time, as his physical strength and spirit weakened, he always felt like a drowning person being dragged into the deep sea, waiting for him must be endless. despair.

   I don't know how long I can carry it, I only know that even Elune can't use her supreme divine power to save her.

  When he was rescued, it felt like he had finally surfaced after a long darkness—

   The moment I opened my eyes…

  The splendid stars seem to travel through time and space, turn into droplets, and fall into the eye sockets…

  Boundless waves brushed across the face, tears and the taste of home are salty…

   Only the heart is sweet!

Is    funny?

   Funny!

   Of course, she felt Brother Stormrage's love for her, and she had prayed countless times, either of them, or to save her together.

   However, the person who rescued her was not Malfurion, the honest man she trusted most, nor Illidan the most extreme and out-of-the-way, but a mysterious human who disguised himself as a Kaldorei and mixed in with the leader of the rebel army.

   If this is a peaceful and prosperous world suitable for eating and waiting for death, choosing an honest person is undoubtedly the most suitable choice, and can live a life without danger and safety.

   This is a troubled world, and no one knows if they will die suddenly in the next second. Although Malfurion was fine on weekdays, he stretched his hips too much at a critical moment, which made Tyrande despair.

   What about Illidan?

   all jumped under the queen's shoes.

   Maybe one day he can achieve a high position and gain the queen's trust.

   But can she wait until that day?

  Perhaps by then she had already been ravaged in every possible way and degenerated into a succubus or something.

  There is a contrast, and there is this man who calls himself McGeeji was born.

   He used his wisdom to stir up the general trend of resistance against the Burning Legion, and also stirred her already desperate heart.

   Obviously he has made her ignite the passion for life and love, but he is about to dedicate his soul and heart to this world.

   Can she say no?

   Can she stop him?

cannot!

  Any obstruction is a blasphemy to this lofty pride that will never return to save the world!

   Tyrande was ecstatic and heartbroken!

   The final battle has nothing to do with her.

   She is far from the peerless powerhouse of the later generations who is skilled in bowing tigers, can shoot down stars from a distance, and can slash demons with hands.

   She is too immature now.

   The goddess of the moon forbids her from participating in the war!

   She could only watch the dashing figure of McDonald walk further and further away, disappearing into the horizon.

   She made a decision…

   "A hero from the other side of time and space! I look forward to the day when I reunite with you—"

   McDonnell walked off like this, said hello to Ronin, and ran to ride Ysera, soaring into the sky.

   "Huh? I seem to have forgotten something?" MacDonald shook his head, feeling as if he was all right: "Well, since I can't remember it, it shouldn't be an important thing, forget it."

   He forgot to say goodbye to Maiev.

   But this was the most unbearable thing for Maiev, because she knew that McDonnell had bid farewell to Tyrande.

When Maiev knew that McGee would leave without saying goodbye, she was stunned for a long time, and she secretly swore a poisonous oath—my lover is a legendary hero from the future, and on the day of reunion, I will definitely step on the [flashing] light , come and ask (take) one (he) to say (dog) law (life)!

   The preparations for the war are neither long nor short.

  Basically, Jarod* Shadowsong mobilized all the troops that could be mobilized on the frontal battlefield, and went straight to the fight.

   This is not a rush!

   Now all the people of Azeroth know the strength of the enemy.

   In terms of quantity and quality alone, this is a losing battle.

   Every time the Resistance Alliance becomes stronger, the portal of the Well of Eternity will expand by one point, and the number of demons entering this world will increase by one point!

The    round exchange ratio or something, even if a miracle exchange ratio like 1 to 100 is played, the resistance army is still the loser.

  …

  The wind of fel energy mixed with the stench turned into thousands of threads, passing through the battlefield, and the gravel swept across the lifeless cursed land like smoke and dust.

  The sky has long since lost its original color, and all you can see is the thick dark green ominous clouds that cover the sky and keep rolling over it.

  Rebel commander-in-chief Jarod* Shadowsong stood like a straight halberd on the Nightsaber's back, looking down at everything in front of him.

   Accompanied by the sound of a strong horn, the charge of the rebels immediately made the earthquake sound.

  The tiny stone flakes moved forward like a wave with the footsteps of the charge. They seemed to have become soldiers too, and together they launched a decisive charge towards the ominous magical vortex above the Well of Eternity.

The    army of various ethnic groups stretched out like a carpet that was spreading out toward the densely packed demons on the opposite side.

   One after another giant dragon flapped its huge wings, passed over the top of Jarod's head, and killed the demon air force ahead.

The resistance army, which had grown a little wider, pulled out a large group of mages. Dath Remar* Sunstrider led the mages to cast war magic, causing the purple-blue light pulse constructed by arcane energy to move forward in a cascade. Connected to each other, like fishing nets cast, all the way to the demons of the Burning Legion.

   "Boom-"

  The torrential rain of magic poured down on all kinds of demons first, blooming the deadly flower of the elements.

   This is a life-and-death war!

   Roaring, screaming, scolding, and weapons clashing, almost in the first second of engagement, filled the entire battlefield.

   Obviously it was an extremely fierce battle, and Jarod looked peaceful. Standing on the hill, he seemed to be quietly listening to a distant song.

   Gently holding down his long hair, which was blown by the wind, Garrod subconsciously looked up at the sky.

  Although he is the commander-in-chief, there is actually not much he can do, which is to put a reserve team into a certain front that is almost collapsed.

   The rest is the display of individual force.

   The battlefield in front of you, whether you win or lose, is the failure of the rebels.

  The only chance to win is in the air!

   "Come on! Heroes from the future—" Jarod suddenly sang a Kaldorei battle song.

   That is a song about a kaldorei hero who set foot on the battlefield in order to protect his lover.

   The guards around him sang along, and then expanded to the entire Kaldorei army, and even all the reserves.

   That song, like a long wind, crossed the battlefield, with countless expectations and hopes, passed into the ears of McDonald and the Dragon Kings.

   That feels really amazing.

   Thousands of voices, overlapping each other;

   Tens of thousands of wills converge as one.

   With the consciousness of sacrifice, they put their only hope on McDonald's.

   McDonald's was clearly riding a giant dragon, and he couldn't see anything through the thick black clouds. He just felt that there were countless blurred faces, and thousands of eyes were cast on himself.

   "Are you afraid?" Ysera suddenly turned the faucet and asked, she was worried that McDonald's would be too stressed and not perform well.

   McDonald grinned: "It should be Sargeras who is afraid!"

this moment-

  【Malorne's Wrath】glows in his hands.

   (end of this chapter)