Stratholme God

   Chapter 735 Terrible 【Excommunication】

   As a mature leader, Tyrande still let the bullets fly, no, let the situation ferment for a while.

   A week later, when the corpses of the Kaldorei filled the plaza east of Cenarion Hold, Tyrande finally couldn't take it anymore.

  The night elves practice a dualistic system, and the Moon Goddess Sect and the Druid Sect are harmonious and unified most of the time, in the final analysis, they are different.

The   Druids basically still listen to the teachings of Cenarius, the king of the forest.

  When Cenarius died and Malfurion, the eldest disciple, was half-dead, Fandral became the helm.

Originally, the Kaldorei suffered a loss in the Battle of Quicksand. He easily instigated the hatred of the Kaldorei for the worms within the Kaldorei, and then preached the glory of the Kaldorei. As the master of the continent, he formed the most recent one. The frenetic atmosphere, which in turn makes the strategy aggressive, hits the hive aloft.

   As the price, casualties have skyrocketed!

  The corpses that fill the square are proof.

It is true that three-quarters of them are fellow night elves of unknown origin, who claim to be 'scattered all over Azeroth', with the shared dream of guarding the Kaldorei's glory, who came to this barren land and sacrificed their lives. life.

   But there are also many dead in the night elves themselves.

   Nearly 3,000 were killed and 12,000 were injured in varying degrees.

   Counting the war dead who returned to the dark spirits, that is 14,000 killed and more than 50,000 injured.

  The number of casualties, no matter which country and race you put it in, will hurt your bones.

   It's just the "death" of the sand sculpture player, and the night elves won't feel it.

  I often walk by the river, how can I not get wet shoes?

   Not always the player is sent out to clean up the hive, there are also soldiers from the dark elves.

  When the people of this clan were killed in battle, coupled with a large number of corpses of the 'Atmosphere Group', the effect was shocking.

   As we all know, when the casualties of an army are large enough, the morale will collapse.

   In addition to those dark spirits who were originally instigated by Fandral to seek revenge, a lot of them died under the brave play of some mysterious helpers selling teammates or pulling teammates together.

   For a time, there was a lot of opposition in the clan to Fandral's tactic of furiously attacking.

   "Why do we have to compete with the orcs?"

   "If this goes on, we haven't seen the Gate of Quicksand, and the soldiers will all die!"

   Originally, Fandral could forcibly suppress the voices of other Druids by his own identity and suppress things, but the appearance of Tyrande became the key to weakening his power.

  The serious Tyrande broke out into a quarrel with him in front of a group of Druid sect leaders.

"With the ultimate goal of defeating the evil **** C'Thun and his qiraji servants, we can accept a limited sacrifice. This does not mean blindly commanding and wasting the precious lives of the clansmen on the backward way of tackling the fortifications. This is not only inconsistent The interests of the Kaldorei are not beneficial to the reputation of the Kaldorei, and the principle of the Alliance [to defeat the forces of evil at the least cost]..."

   The above paragraph is only the general idea of ​​the translation of the night elf language into the common language of mankind. As a high priest and a statesman, Tyrande's wording is of course more tactful and skillful.

  This doesn't prevent her from conveying a meaning - Fandral, you're off the hook.

  The Kaldorei population was originally quite large, but after defeating Archimonde once, it immediately changed from having a large number of soldiers to just enough. How can you waste it, old boy?

  If it was the night elves whose population exploded ten thousand years ago, it must be a hegemony, because only then can the excess population be reasonably consumed.

  Nowadays are different, it's just bad, the speed of the dark essence bursting the population is incomparable with that of human beings.

   Fandral is a big taboo.

   But at this time, he was still unwilling to give in: "I did nothing wrong! As a commander, my responsibility is to let my subordinates die in exchange for the victory."

   "The life of your fellow man should not be measured in such a superficial way. Even as you say, your exchange ratio is too poor."

   "No! Kaldorei warriors are far better than orcs!"

   "Orcs can go to war at the age of ten, what about the kaldorei?"

   "All those who died in battle were not good at learning!"

   These words are repeated over and over again. For the sake of righteousness, sacrifice is essential. Whatever you say to him is the priority of 'destroying the evil ancient gods'.

  The truth is true, but don't you see that McDonald's next door gets the biggest result every time at a lower cost?

  Is there anyone who can't let McDonald's go?

  Fandral is when Tyrande is a bastard, and a **** doesn't listen to sutras.

   Tyrande's eyelids twitched wildly, she was not mad, but Fandral felt more and more unreasonable.

   That feeling is chatting with a lunatic who insists on wrapping you into his closed loop of logical thinking, and then uses his fanaticism to force you into submission.

  Tyrande couldn't bear it any longer, and he really borrowed Malorne's antlers from McDonald's and put them on the table in front of Fandral.

"The following are the guardians of Azeroth, the chosen one of the goddess Elune, one of the weavers of the Emerald Dream, the inheritor of the will of the white stag **** Malorne, the leader of the alliance, and the supreme leader of the Stratholme Federation, Strathor. Duke MacDonald has a message for you - Fandral Deer Helm is unsuitable to continue serving as the Alliance Frontline Commander because of his reckless strategy and tactics..."

   "Fart, I'm the Speaker of the Cenarion Circle! He, a little human, has no right to order me."

Tyrande looked stern and emphasized: "You are just the Speaker! And if you continue to make trouble, the Azeroth Star Soul, the Goddess Elune, and the Emerald Dragon King Ysera will jointly execute [Excommunication] on you. - Forbid you to touch the earth, the power of the moon, and the emerald dream! You are not even the representative speaker."

When Tyrande said this, regardless of how Fandral Deer Helmet was full of roaring characters, and how he filled his lungs with fire-type things called [Rage] as a Druid, at this moment He has to hold back!

   You have to hold back!

   His eyeballs looked completely red because they were bloodshot.

so what?

The   Druid sect pays attention to the relationship with nature. The biggest existence in nature is the star soul of Azeroth.

   Coincidentally, McDonald gave Mr. Sa an axe in the Battle of the Ancients, and he got the certification of the guardian of the star soul.

   In the future, Magni Bronzebeard will be the spokesperson for Azeroth.

   At this point in time, McDonald's is the only one.

  When Tyrande pressed him with the names of Star Soul, Elune and Ysera, he really couldn't resist.

Fandral* Deer Helmet clearly felt the grievances of his son wailing in his ears, but he couldn't order more kaldorei warriors to slaughter the bugs he hated, the discomfort and suffocation made him almost explode in place .

   But, no one will care about his feelings.

   (end of this chapter)