Stratholme God

   Chapter 1219 He is smiling (Happy New Year)

   Accompanied by Uther* Lightbringer leading the elite of the Silver Hand to kill the last leader [Berlock the Gatekeeper] who blocked the way forward, and opened the passage to the Fire Palace, the battlefield fell into a brief silence and stagnation.

   Looking at the Druids surrounded by flames, Arthas decisively ordered the vanguard to retreat three kilometers.

   This is a respect for the important members of the alliance, the night elves.

   In the Acherus headquarters, Tyrande's eyes moved, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at McDonald on the command seat.

   This guy just said, "We express our deepest sympathy for the misfortune of the night elves." And then nothing happened.

   Tyrande can't wait to bite him to death!

why?

   After this guy finished speaking, he almost stopped acting. The attendant not far from him was already pushing a small cart full of peanuts, melon seeds and cola popcorn.

   In this battle, just waiting for her to lead the strong night elf to the end, this guy immediately enters the theater mode.

   Tyrande's teeth were itchy, and he was helpless.

   In fact, she also thought about why this seemingly omnipotent human hero didn't pull the night elf along.

   For example, travel to the point in time when the son of Fandral * Deer Helmet has not died...

   But when I think about it, it feels bitter. They are human beings, and they have not yet been allied with the night elves at that time, so why save your second-in-command of the dark elves?

   Besides, whether to cross or not depends on the bronze dragon.

  Nozdormu does not give it, that is to travel through time and space illegally, and it will attract the beating of the entire bronze dragon clan.

   "He can't stop by..." Tyrande didn't look at the goods, and cast his eyes on the face of his old rival Maiev.

  10,000 years ago, how many times they have been angry with each other before.

   No one can convince anyone.

   Originally, Tyrande thought that 'seeking common ground while reserving differences' was already the best state between them. Unexpectedly, Maiev turned her head and fell into McDonald's arms.

Although Maiev deliberately kept a stern expression on her face at the moment, her eyes swept around from time to time, acting as a perfect guard, but the look in her eyes when she glanced at McDonald's betrayed her - full of affection and spring tide, at all Without disguise.

  Tyrande lamented in his heart: It would be great if I could leave my family behind and do what I want to do with all my heart.

  She knew it was impossible.

   As long as she is still the high priest of the Moon Goddess, it is impossible for her to go against the will of the Goddess.

   I didn't feel it before, but now I only feel that this has become a shackle that binds her destiny.

   is just a long-standing habit that drives her.

   "Alas!" Tyrande sighed, and others thought she was lamenting for Fandral's depravity.

   She stood up and bowed slightly to McDonald: "Thank you to the Alliance for giving the night elves the opportunity to clean up the traitors."

   McDonald nodded: "This is what it should be."

   "Then let's go down first."

   "Yeah. When I face Ragnaros, I'll join the fight."

  If there is no Micah's wildly upward mouth, this is a formulaic dialogue without nutrition.

   Now, Tyrande is a little angry.

   But more is confused.

   She couldn't find the future of her people.

   Consecutive battles and infighting have greatly damaged the vitality of the night elves.

   In addition to the loss of high-level combat power such as clansmen and mountain giants, it is more that people's livelihood is withering, and there is an increasingly serious shortage of armaments.

   The speed of traditional arrow making can’t keep up with the consumption of war, let alone arrows, the number of bows is also insufficient.

   In order to deal with the possible crisis, the night elves had to import a large number of bows and arrows produced by Stratholme.

   This is already a weapon purely wearing a [traditional skin].

  The application of a large number of carbon fibers is the crystallization of industrial technical strength.

The strength of    is much higher than that of traditional arrows. Huntresses have used them and said they are good.

   But is it possible for the night elves to abandon tradition and embrace modern industry developed by human beings? Even if Tyrande is willing, what about the moon goddess?

   Also, the night elves have no such technology at all, so they are destined to follow the **** of the Stratholme Empire at least for a long time.

  If McDonald's secretly stuck the dark spirit's neck, it would be very miserable.

   This time Fandral's betrayal seems to be the elimination of traditional forces, but it is actually a myth about the development of the night elves!

   With chaotic thoughts, Tyrande and his party rode Hippogryphs, surrounded by dozens of two-headed Chimera giants, and penetrated into the elemental field of the land of flames, which was inconvenient to transmit, and arrived at the front line.

   The Balrog Palace in the most central area of ​​the Fireland is protected by a giant hemispherical flame shield, which is a giant shield linked to the elemental energy source of the Fireland.

   Unless all the fire elements in the entire fire land are completely offset and erased, the storm will not be successful.

  The only thing connecting the palace is a stone bridge that is not wide.

  In the middle of the huge arch in front of the stone bridge, stands the great traitor of the night elves, Fandral* Deer Helm.

   At this time, Arthas was leading half a group of heroes, surrounded by the Trident and other elite troops of the Alliance, and surrounded the gate in a fan shape.

   "Your Excellency Yufeng!"

   "Your Excellency Arthas, Your Excellency the Messenger of Light, Your Lord Greymane..." In the Alliance Army, they did not call each other by their original identities, but all called each other by their military rank. After Tyrande greeted the generals, he came to the throne.

  If possible, she would rather not have this dominance.

   She had no choice.

   Surrounded by the group of heroes, Tyrande, riding a white tiger and holding the divine bow bestowed by the goddess in his left hand, slowly came to Fandral and stood 20 meters away.

   Fandral* Deerhelm's beard is like a swaying circle of flames:

   "Look who's here, there's a visitor in the kingdom of flames?"

   "Mortals, you may remember Orisera, the green dragon who unleashed me in Teldrassil. She! Also in flames - reborn!"

   "I wish I could see her burn you poor **** to ashes..."

   His seemingly playful opening remarks were interrupted by Tyrande: "She has been killed by the black dragon Wrathion of the Alliance."

Fandral shook his head: "No! She is immortal! As long as the Firelands are still there, she will continue to be reborn from the ashes. Give it up, mortal, the Firelands that are connected to Azeroth are immortal. Yes. Even if you kill us 10,000 times, we will resurrect and eventually destroy the entire world."

  Fandral has become too much, his demeanor, his tone, his tone, all make Tyrande and other dark spirits extremely unfamiliar.

   Is this still the great Druid who kept saying 'nature first' and 'long live the environment'?

   "You're crazy." Tyrande said sadly.

   "No! It's the world that's crazy!" Fandral was so sure, he rambled.

   To put it bluntly, this is the classic 'tired, destroy it'. Even if Tyrande lays out the facts and says that the one who was beaten was the fire element, he would not believe it.

  Can't communicate, but his morale is like "I lost, but the flames didn't lose", which made Tyrande unable to suppress the traitor in his aura, and he felt a sense of frustration that something was missing.

   At this time, MacDonald's voice came from afar: "What if the flames don't go out? Then I will kill every flame lord who dares to harm Azeroth until an obedient one is replaced."

   The giant wind element lord Sunderland next to McDonald's tiny figure is the best interpretation!

   Fandral was at a loss for words.

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  ps, Happy New Year, considering that someone Yu has not kept updating from the first day of the new year to the present, everyone should not order monthly tickets?

   (end of this chapter)