Stratholme God

Chapter 532 The Mysterious Leading Party
There is a time for everything!
Too early and easy to be set on fire!
It's too late and it's easy to become the policeman in the movie, who always comes to sweep the floor after the fight.

If Illidan had desperately gathered his younger brothers to smash the Lich King when Malfurion had just rushed to the street, maybe Tyrande would have been so moved.

Brother was tricked, of course it was just head-on, killing the Lich King!
This is the real hot-blooded man!
however……

Malfurion was turned into a vegetable and Illidan rushed up to see you.

When I needed your help to defend the seamount, I disappeared again.

I paid the price of World Tree being seriously injured and countless compatriots killed and injured. I finally finished the fight, why did you come out?
It's not about beating the opponent's boss, but running to beat Kil'jaeden's younger brother Ner'zhul! ?

It's like masturbation, masturbation, if you don't come to fight a team battle, your own crystal is almost demolished, and you still go to the wild area to play games with the three wolves...

Tyrande didn't turn into a Zaun mammoth, and greeted Illidan crazily, which proves that at least he really liked it back then.

With Illidan's silent protection, Tyrande couldn't get it. Behind the violent anger was an incomparably deep sorrow.

The War of the Ancients began, and Illidan pretended to seek refuge with Sargeras to gain power, and all kinds of going his own way led to bad results.

This is not once and a half, but again and again, and again and again.

If the two of them were just cracks before, now even the spiritual continent has been blown to pieces like Draenor, and different plates have flown to different dimensions.

Here, McDonnell was very sure that Tyrande wrapped his own Mount Hyjal for the sake of manners, but when he was angry, he almost couldn't even hold the mooncloth sacrificial robe.

Don't look down on injustice!

Please don't be rude...

indecent……

cough!
Which rule says that Sun Moon Lake is dry, so I have to go grouting?

There is no such regulation.

McDonnell turned away from the horizon and continued the topic just now: "We have just started intelligence work on Northrend, where the Lich King is located. You know, there are undead people everywhere, but there are not many humans. Our intelligence agency has suffered a lot of losses. Big. The information is not sufficient. Our spies finally sent back the sighting information.”

Tyrande stepped forward and took a few deep breaths.

"The matter of the alliance is naturally the matter of the night elves. Our night elves are good at [Shadow Escape], and our agility is better. Night elf thieves are very suitable as spies."

"That's easy to say."

"If you can, if Illidan is really caught, please hand it over to the night elves for trial. If you can't catch it...it's acceptable to kill my family on the spot."

Ah this...

McDonnell looked at Tyrande's angry face that calmed down after a few seconds, an egg may be a bit cold in this life!
Keep saying hate, insist on killing someone with your own hands, if someone is not good, if you kill someone, you will be caught instead, enter the plot, or a bloody drama about love and killing each other.

The real break, instead, is like now, the person I once liked died in front of me without feeling it.

But an egg can't be cold!

He's cold, who will find the space coordinates of the Burning Legion's lair?
"I know a thing or two about Lord Illidan Stormrage. Is there some... misunderstanding? After all, he is the younger brother of Lord Malfurion Stormrage."

McDonald helped Illidan excuse, but let Tyrande look at McDonald.

For some reason, the more she looks at McDonald, the more pleasing she is, she has a measure of advance and retreat, knows how to measure, and truly "seeks common ground while reserving differences, and strives to coordinate the interests of all ethnic groups and countries", and she can still fight, and she is inexplicably reliable at critical times.

Looking at his handsome face, Tyrande couldn't help but think: Illidan and Malfurion can be half as reliable as Macdonald, no, just one third as reliable.

On the mouth, Tyrande did not let go at all: "There is no misunderstanding. All the night elves have seen what Illidan has done. I have no position to protect him. It is me who takes him out of prison. Biggest mistake. I was emotional before, and I will never do it again."

Tyrande has talked about this, what else can McDonald say.

When she asked again, McDonald would not say much.

The main reason is that the alliance has just experienced a super war. The layout of the entire Kalimdor, the repair of Ashenvale by the night elves, and the expansion of the Northern Barrens are all busy.

Knowing that Ner'zhul is in a weak state at this time, the alliance does not have the ability to go on an expedition to the snow-covered Northrend continent at this time.

Just sending an army group to the Kalimdor continent, even the Stratholme Territory almost collapsed.

From the outbreak of the undead natural disaster, the entire economic circle of the alliance is abnormal.

The cost of exploding in food and military supplies is the loss elsewhere.

In the state of deadly battle, of course, you have to grit your teeth and burn money and resources to continue the fight. Money can't solve everything.

The simplest example is population.

How do people give birth under great pressure?

The harsher the environment, the lower the birth rate.

There is a lack of population. When the Burning Legion invades in the future, there will be no people. How can there be soldiers, and what will they use to fight the demons?
War is to overdraw all the resources of the entire country, and once it eases down, it's time to pay the bill.

The later you pay your bills, the heavier the hidden interest.

Don't you see, in World War II, the Great Empire lost all its colonies, and its national power was directly reduced to second-rate.

The most in line with the interests of the alliance, of course, is the Northrend Chaos, and the more losses the parties have, the better.

At this moment, Northrend, the northern continent.

The stern north wind cried like a child in pain.Shoveltooth huddle together to keep warm—their thick fur can withstand the harshest storms.

They instinctively formed a circle, enveloping the shivering and screaming youngsters in the middle.

Bucks suddenly lowered their huge horn-crested heads to the snow-covered ground and whined southward.

The stinging wind and snow were still howling. Normally, the animals couldn't go out to look for food.

But in the wind and snow, a few figures rushed out, and they walked swiftly, killing them in front of them after a few ups and downs.

The battle was soon over.

That standing figure is quite weird, it is a race that shouldn't appear on this continent - the night elves.

Most of them are blindfolded and wield or carry strange crescent blades.

One of the demon hunters strode towards the bare-chested Illidan and whispered, "My lord, the food is guaranteed. That one is right to lead the way."

"Very good! I said no problem." Illidan said proudly.

"Their accents, oral habits, and names... don't look like compatriots at all."

"What are you worried about? They have the same skin color as us, made the same vows, and sacrificed their eyes." Illidan pulled his blindfold away, revealing a pair of empty eye sockets after being burned by evil magic. There are no eyeballs, only the ghostly fire built by the power of demons.

This is the biggest symbol of the demon hunter!

Self-mutilation eyes, in order to better sense the power of the devil!
Anyone who does this means that they will never return to their compatriots who believe in the teachings of nature and the goddess Elune.

Illidan really can't figure it out, if this is not surrender, what else is it?

At this time, the mysterious leading party came again.

【Mu Xue Anran】: "Imperial Army, this way please!"

Illidan: "..."

Demon Hunters: "..."

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