Infinite Heroes Seat

readx; Outside the Holy Light’s Wish Chapel, piles of burning bonfires illuminate the night like daylight. The soldiers sat on their backs beside the fire, drank wine, giggled and hummed with their companions. Minor, joking with each other from time to time. ∈♀,

The menacing army of undead is over. In front of the blood elves equipped with elves, powerful and small in number, these skeletons that rely on the sea of ​​war tactics to rule the roost are not able to withstand a single blow, and they are almost swept one by one. In an hour, they were all crushed into slag, and for the Silver Dawn, which had just been established, the disaster that might have come was easily resolved in this way.

After the war, the soldiers who escaped from the dead held a banquet to celebrate. Although it was a bit regrettable that the elves who saved their lives did not accept the invitation, they still had a good time, even lying sick in bed. The soldiers also slipped out quietly behind their backs and the priests who took care of themselves, and participated in it. At this time, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel was as if immersed in a sea of ​​joy, especially lively.

And just as everyone was celebrating happily, in a quiet and remote room of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, two figures were rustled and overlapped on a long table.

"Kay, Your Highness Kael'thas, please, please don't do this! This is the sacred chapel, it's not good for me, us!"

Pastor Paltras blushed with shame, and talked with breathlessness, her hands were slightly hard, trying to push away the person who was pressing on her.

"Don't do this?" Mo Wen smiled as he listened, lowered his head, and looked at the half-undressed beauty underneath him, who was exposed in the spring. He chuckled playfully, "Beauty. You really know how to joke, what will happen when you come to this room. Didn't you know already? The prince of the elves asks a priest of the human race to confess, don't tell me you I really believe it! And as far as I know, in the chapel of your human race, many pastors will conduct this kind of special confession with the nobles!"

Talking about Mo Wen, his hand slipped into the priest's neckline unfaithfully, and with a slight hook, a large white skin and charming double peaks were exposed.

"Hey!" I don't know if it was because of Mo Wen's behavior or because of being said to have been on his mind, Paltras turned red, after a long while. Then he whispered, "I, I haven't done this kind of confession to others before."

With a beautiful face of pure white and flushed face, an unusually full and unusually upturned twin peaks, and the graceful long legs that are covered in the clothes, the little priest at this moment is simply beautiful to the extreme, with shyness and depravity in that kind of holiness. Mo Wen, who has become accustomed to all kinds of beauties, also admired her alluring temperament, and he involuntarily leaned down to taste the beauty's sweet cherry lips and light body fragrance.

"Hey!" He smacked his lips lightly, and Mo Wen smiled as he looked at the little priest whose eyes were so charming that he was about to drip. Then he saw a faint flash of white light in his hand, and a long and narrow glass bottle appeared in his hand, with some liquid shining with crystal white light in it.

"Come on, drink it!"

Mo Wen brought the small bottle to Paltras's mouth. Said badly.

"What's this?"

The little pastor was still a little dizzy, looking at the bottle and asked subconsciously.

"Something that makes us happier!"

The smirk on Mo Wen's face was very obvious.

Paltras' gray eyes opened wide, and then his face became even more red. Obviously something bad had been thought of, and she had also heard of those dirty toys among the nobles. It's just that in the end she didn't refuse, instead she gave Mo Wen a charmingly white look. Then he drank it obediently.

Because she drank too fast, part of the crystal clear liquid overflowed from Paltras's little mouth, then ran down her cheeks, passed through the delicate collarbone, and then disappeared into the deep charming gully.

Looking at this more alluring scenery, Mo Wen smiled happily. He thought it was just an ordinary trip, but he did not expect to encounter a beautiful gift worth collecting. He fed it to Paltras. It's not what the other party thinks. For a simple confessor priest who has a heroic complex and has been under various pressures for a long time, Mo Wen can't use those methods to manipulate the other party to death, just let her drink it. It's just a potion containing Mowen's soul fragments.

In an instant, a small bottle of potion was drunk by Paltras, and the latter's cheeks almost boiled, "His Royal Highness, what are you waiting for?" His eyes secretly glanced at Mo Wen's handsome face, the little priest. The voice is almost inaudible.

"Don't worry, it's still growing tonight, I will teach you how to'confess' little by little!" With a wicked smile, Mo Wen raised Paltras's chin, and then slowly pushed the opponent. Arrived on the long table in the house.

After a while, with a painful grunt, strange sounds began to ring in the small room.

And while Mo Wen and Paltras spent this wonderful night happily in the small room, in another room of the Holy Light’s Wish Chapel, Madonil sat with solemn expressions. Together.

"Do you say that what His Royal Highness Kael'thas said is true? Scarlet Crusade, Dathrohan and the others are secretly controlled by the Scourge, so they will do those things before?"

With a seemingly stunned and incredibly complex expression on her face, Madonil looked at Tyrosus, Valofist and Modra and asked in a low voice.

"What's impossible, I know that the guys of the Scarlet Crusade definitely have a problem. Look at the things they do. What is the difference between those damned undeads?!" Lord Tyrosus first In this statement, he said angrily, his dissatisfaction with the Scarlet Crusaders in his words was extremely dissatisfied. Obviously, he couldn't let go of the other party's insufficiency before.

Commander Valofiste nodded hesitantly, "Indeed, now think carefully about all the abnormal behaviors of the Scarlet Crusaders. Since the raid on Stratholme, the time is right, but It’s still hard for me to believe that powerful light holders such as Dathrohan and Ethanlion will also be controlled by the undead and demons.” That said. His tone paused slightly, and he squeezed towards the back of the chair. Slightly uneasy said: "And today you didn't see clearly from the back, I saw it on the battlefield. Those high elves, oh no, they should be called blood elves now, they-they are different from before."

With a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, the commander of the Silver Dawn slowly said: "They are fighting like a dead end. Their eyes are full of fanaticism. I look at them as if I see the Scarlet Crusaders. If It is said that the Scarlet Crusade is controlled by the demon. What about the blood elves? Why do they have this change, will they also—we help them to'correct' the mistakes of the Scarlet Crusade, not for another Do you criticize the devil for service?"

There was a brief silence, and both Madonil and Tyrosus had terrible faces. They were obviously frightened by Valofist’s speculation. They saw the power of the blood elves sweeping the Scourge today, and they thought about the future. To be an enemy of this kind of army, both of them trembled.

Left and right thought for a long time. Finally, the three of them all looked at Modra, after all, as a life master, the latter has the most say in these control and controlled magic.

But seeing the gazes cast by the three of them, Modra felt a little helpless in her heart. These senior leaders of the Silver Dawn actually want to ask a controlled person, "Are the others controlled?" This is a joke worse than doubting whether the blood elves are controlled by demons!

Even though she thought so in her heart, Modra still had to follow Mo Wen's instructions before. She spread her hand and slowly said, "I don't know if the blood elves are controlled. But they are indeed crazy now!"

Taking a deep breath, she looked at Madonil and the others with a shocked look and continued: "You also know that Dalaran has a good relationship with the high elves of the past. I also have a few old friends there. One of them secretly told me today that in the previous undead natural disasters, the death knight destroyed the Sunwell, Quel'Thalas’ treasure and source of magic power. Although Prince Kael’thas used royal secrets to preserve part of his magic power, this It is far from enough. If these blood elves cannot find a treasure that can replace the Sunwell in one or two years, it is conservatively estimated that they will die at least seven levels or more of the population due to the problem of the concentration of magic power."

After a slight breath, Modra bared his teeth and concluded: "So these blood elves are crazy now. They want to avenge the natural disasters. They want to find alternative treasures. They want to make sure that they stay in Quel'Sarah. The absolute safety of the old and weak women and children of Sri Lanka. You see that the blood elves have a lot of troops today, which are almost equal to the natural disaster troops that attacked us. That is because all the men of their clan who can participate in the war have come out, can they not be many? The situation is that who blocked their way to find treasures, who might collude with natural disasters, and who might threaten their hometown, these blood elves will definitely fight each other, think about it, the population of the seventh floor, or at least, Our human race can't afford it, let alone the high elves whose fertility has been low."

After taking a breath of air, Madonil and the others who got the news looked at each other, and Valofist murmured to himself, "No wonder, I said there was something wrong with these blood elves. Although they were proud in the past, they don't want to be like this. Crazy, so cold, it turns out that such a major event has happened in the clan, it's no wonder!"

And Madonil, who is thoughtful, thinks more, her face is already a little pale at this time, "That is to say, we actually have no choice. Since the blood elves suspect that the Scarlet Crusade is colluding with the undead and demons. , For the safety of the rear when they hunt for treasures and revenge, they will definitely attack the Scarlet Crusades. This is the same whether we help them'persuade' those lower-level soldiers, so we don’t want those innocent soldiers to suffer heavy casualties. If you do, you must help them—"

Madonil stopped here~www.readwn.com~ She and Tyrosus and Valofiste looked at each other, and tacitly did not mention another point, that is, if they didn’t have it this time If you do, will the elves who have been driven crazy by the shadow of the extinction suspect that they are in collusion with the undead and demons, and then come back and clean them up.

"Okay!" Tyrosus sighed with a wry smile, "Although I can't see the **** of Ethanlion, those warriors are innocent after all. For them, let's set off with the blood elves! But May what His Royal Highness Kael'thas said is true, and hope that those blood elves do it from their hearts, rather than being manipulated by something."

And Madonil and Valofist nodded, and there was no objection. Only the mage leader Modra smiled bitterly in the heart of the four.

Seeing the silver dawn leader who was hesitant and expectant, she had a hunch that this time the Scarlet Crusade might be able to get rid of the control of the demons, but the entire human race might fall into a more powerful black hand. Up. (To be continued...)

ps: Thank you, Fajia, why you should have no morals, Shunqi, the monthly ticket for destroying Tianlai, and the heavenly words, the stones on the frozen throne, and the blood moon and stars for your rewards.

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