Stratholme God

   Chapter 518 Did you forget something? (3 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus 10/100)

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   Everyone could see that Nordrassil was at least a circle thinner than before. Although it was still huge, it still smelled like a candle in the wind.

  The bark of many trees is gray and black, the original lush branches and leaves are many withered and yellow, and even large leaves are withered, just like ordinary trees in late autumn.

If    was replaced by a human who didn't know how to do it, maybe he had already proposed to cut it down and use it as firewood.

  Druid is the big guy who understands the natural world best. People say there is still salvation, so there is still salvation.

   is the tears of the night elves flying!

  It's not easy!

  The entire night elves lost about two-thirds of their combat power.

I don’t know how many teams of sentinels and huntresses have been canceled, the Druid order has been reduced by more than half, the Chimera, the behemoth in the sky, has not survived, and only a quarter of the ancient war tree remains. Basically, all that can be carried are dead, and two-thirds of the elves in the entire Hyjal Mountains.

   In terms of high-end combat power, the demigod Cenarius and Malfurion were damaged, and Illidan defected...

   After paying such a huge sacrifice, he finally succeeded in killing Archimonde, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion!

  The only thing that makes the night elves feel good is that the world tree, which their compatriots will sacrifice their lives to defend, has been kept.

  Perhaps it will be a long time before Nordrassil will regain its vitality, and the forested era will return to this land.

  Perhaps at that time, the kingdom of night elves was no longer even, but at least at this moment, true peace and tranquility have come again.

   Once Archimonde died, the army of demons that had been entrenched in the mountain pass immediately dispersed.

   Realizing that the demon remnants must be wiped out as soon as possible, Tyrande immediately sent Shandris to lead the army to pursue him. The Alliance sent Rivendell's mechanized corps.

   As for the Horde, ahem, Thrall came to say goodbye to Tyrande with an embarrassed face.

   "Your Excellency Whisperwind, I'm sorry, the tribe didn't play a better role this time. Although we really wanted to take part in the pursuit of demons, we lost more than half of our warriors, and the rest were wounded..."

"Needless to say, I understand. The night elves will always remember the great help of the Alliance and the Horde. The night elves have never had the habit of attacking their allies, never before, not now, nor in the future. I represent Elle. The goddess of grace swears that as long as the tribe does not take the initiative to attack the night elf territory, our clan will not start the war lightly."

   The same enemy, just because the threat of the Burning Legion is greater.

  Without a strong enemy, what remains is a very practical interest issue. As long as the tribe still needs a lot of logging, the idea of ​​​​using Ash Valley timber is not allowed, otherwise it will be endless.

   Having seen the relationship between the elf and the night elves with his own eyes, Thrall is a little enlightened.

   What he had hoped for—a world where the orcs and even the entire tribe thrived peacefully, he might not see it. The night elves entrenched in Kalimdor were too powerful, and he always felt that the two camps would face each other again soon.

   A trace of vigilance rose in Thrall's heart, and he cautiously said, "Where's the Alliance?"

MacDonald lifted the cloak behind him freely and said, "The hatred between the Alliance and the Horde has never been eliminated. However, the Alliance also does not have the habit of attacking former allies immediately after disbanding the alliance. On behalf of the Alliance, I promise that I will not take the initiative to follow suit within a year. The tribes go to war."

   In fact, while waiting for McDonald's reply, Thrall was a little distracted, and his hands and feet were cold for a while. From beginning to end, it was his 'take for granted' to let the tribe join the seamounts to defend against the Burning Legion. This is a very risky thing. After all, if one can't get it right, any family on the other side will turn around and not recognize anyone, and the elites and heroes of the tribe will explain it here.

  McDonald's promise was so straightforward, which made Thrall feel a little unreal.

   Thrall's left hand subconsciously clenched the handle of the [Doom Hammer]: "Do I need to leave any more collateral?"

Next to   , Magni* Bronzebeard roared disdainfully: "I don't care to kill you at this time, get out! Don't think that the alliance is full of **** like you!"

  Magney spoke in dwarven language, which Thrall could not understand, which did not prevent him from judging from the tone and expression of the alliance bosses.

   McDonald's lightly stopped him, and the crowd that was a little turbulent behind him suddenly disappeared.

   That is a group of arrogant kings and great lords!

  McDonald made a gesture, and all the members were silent. How much prestige can this be achieved?

   Thrall secretly expressed his envy to the chiefs of the tribes who were still a little rebellious.

Thrall nodded lightly. As the chief of the tribe, his natural aura should not be weak: "The tribe is grateful to the alliance for its openness. For the sake of both sides fighting side by side, the tribe will not start a war within a year! Of course, if the alliance is a year later, the war will not start. Declare war, and the Horde will be waiting for the Alliance army in New Orgrimmar!"

  's words were neither humble nor arrogant. If it wasn't for the opposite position, McDonald's would have liked Thrall.

   There is no such thing as an unhappy break up, and the hatred for each other has long been so intense that it cannot be dissolved.

  To completely resolve the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde, let’s not say that the Burning Legion must attack continuously for ten or eight years, and then the Alliance and the Horde soldiers will all mix in the same trench, otherwise don’t even think about it.

  Well, by the way, McDonald's doesn't understand why in history Jaina was bewitched by Medivh to the point of selling her father.

   But in this life, there have been too many changes to the historical line. It is really hard to say how it will change.

  The end of the war, the dark elves, the alliance and the tribe are like three beasts with scars, exhausted and have to go home and lick their wounds.

   Tyrande was naturally busy, so he left after saying sorry, and made an appointment to have a celebratory dinner tonight.

   After finally returning to the resting place provided by the dark spirits, all the bigwigs in the alliance were immediately exhausted.

  Especially Magni, he is the worst, and the state of [God descends to the world] is extremely exhausting.

   "Magney, you won't lose your life if you hold on for so long, right?" McDonald couldn't help but asked with concern.

"Yes!"

   "How much?" McDonald was a little nervous.

   "Probably this time, the life expectancy will be reduced by 10 years."

   McDonald's subconsciously felt a bit of pain in his heart, but who knew that the next sentence of this dead dwarf would be...

   "It's about 990 years from a thousand-year lifespan."

Grass!

   White is worried!

   McDonald's wanted to hit someone on the spot!

  Bryan came over on the spot with the wine bottle in his pocket, handed it to McDonald's and took a sip, making McDonald's half-dead.

   "My eldest brother majors in the power of the earth. Well, once he cultivates to a certain level, his body will become more earthy and his lifespan will increase, so it's really hard to say."

   That embarrassing McDonald's.

  Bronzebeard's third brother didn't say it, McDonald almost forgot. Later, Magni did cultivate himself into a diamond all over his body, and he became a diamond man. He could communicate directly with the Azeroth star soul, which was too awesome.

   He was suddenly speechless.

   Instead, Bolvar asked, "Why did you let the tribe go?"

   When the honest man opened his mouth, the big guys in the audience pricked up their ears.

   McDonnell said: "You guys, shouldn't you forget the Scourge?"

it is good! Another common enemy.

   (end of this chapter)