Stratholme God

   Chapter 532 The Mysterious Leading Party

  Everything has a time!

   Too early to be easily caught fire!

  It's too late and it's easy to become the policeman in the movie, always running to sweep the floor after the fight.

  If Illidan was desperate to gather his younger brother and rush to the Lich King when Malfurion was just attacking the street, maybe Tyrande would be even more moved.

The    brothers were tricked, of course, in the front, killing the Lich King!

   This is the real man with blood!

However……

  Malfurion was turned into a vegetative state, and Illidan rushed up just now.

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

   I paid the price for the serious injury of the World Tree and the casualties of countless compatriots. I finally finished the fight, why did you come out?

   It's not to beat the boss of the opponent, but to beat Kil'jaeden's younger brother Ner'zhul! ?

   This is like slapstick, you don't come to play teamfights, your crystals are almost torn apart, and you go to the wild area to play games with three wolves...

  Tyrande did not incarnate as a Zaun girl and greeted Illidan wildly, which proved that at least he really liked it back then.

  Illidan's silent protection, Tyrande could not get it, and behind the furious anger, there is an incomparably profound sadness.

  The war of the ancients began, and Illidan pretended to join Sargeras to gain power, and all his own ways led to bad results.

   This is not one and a half times, but again and again.

   If they were just cracks before, now even the Continent of Mind has been shattered like Draenor, and different plates have flown to different dimensions.

   On this side, McDonald was extremely sure that Tyrande had wrapped himself up on Mount Hyjal for the sake of his demeanor, but when he was angry, he almost couldn't hold the mooncloth sacrificial robe.

  No indecent assault!

  Indecent...

  Indecent...

  Cough!

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

   There is no such rule.

McDonald's turned to the horizon and continued the topic just now: "Our intelligence work on Northrend, where the Lich King is located, has just started. You know, there are many undead, but few humans, and our intelligence agency has lost a lot of money. Big. The information is not sufficient. Our spies finally returned 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], and our agility is better. Night elves are very suitable for spies."

   "That's easy to say."

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

   Ah this...

   McDonald's looked at Tyrande's angry face that calmed down after a few seconds, an egg may be a bit cold in this life!

   kept saying hate, had to kill so-and-so with his own hands, if one was not good, the murder would not be counterproductive, and he would enter the plot, or fall in love with each other and kill each other.

   The real break is when, like now, the person you once liked died in front of you.

   But an egg cannot be cold!

  He is cold, who will find the spatial coordinates of the Burning Legion's lair?

   "I also know a thing or two about Lord Illidan* Stormrage. Is there any... misunderstanding? After all, he is the younger brother of Lord Malfurion* Stormrage."

   McDonald helped Illidan to excuse himself, but instead made Tyrande look up at McDonald.

   For some reason, the more she looked at McDonald's, the more pleasing she became, she was moderate in her advance and retreat, she knew how to measure herself, and she truly achieved 'seeking common ground while reserving differences, and trying to coordinate the interests of all ethnic groups and countries,' and she was still able to fight, and was inexplicably reliable at critical times.

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

On his lips, Tyrande did not let go at all: "There is no misunderstanding. Illidan's bad things are seen by all the night elves, and I have no position to protect him. It is me to get him out of prison. The biggest mistake. I used to be emotional, and I will never be in the future."

   Tyrande said this, what else can McDonald say.

   She asked again, and McDonald wouldn't say much.

   Mainly because 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, all have to be busy.

   Knowing that Ner'zhul was in a weak state at this time, the Alliance didn't have the ability to expedition to the snow-covered Northrend continent at this time.

   Just transferred an army to the Kalimdor Continent, and even the Stratholme collar almost collapsed.

   Since the outbreak of the undead natural disaster, the entire economic circle of the alliance has become abnormal.

  In terms of food and military supplies, the price is the loss of other places.

   In the state of death battle, of course, you have to grit your teeth and burn resources to fight. This is not everything that can be solved with money.

The simplest example of    is population.

  How do people give birth to babies under great pressure?

  The worse 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 be used to fight the devil?

  War is an overdraft of all the resources of an entire country, and once it eases, it’s time to pay the bills.

  The later you pay the bill, the heavier the hidden interest will be.

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

   The most in line with the interests of the Alliance is of course the Northrend Brawl. The heavier the losses of all parties, the better.

   At this moment, Northrend on the Northern Continent.

   The mournful North Wind cried out like a child in pain. Shoveltooth elk flock to keep warm—their thick fur can withstand the harshest storms.

   They instinctively formed a circle, covering the young sons who were shivering and screaming in the middle.

  The bucks suddenly dropped their giant horned crests to the snow-covered ground and hummed to the south.

   The stinging wind and snow was still roaring. Normally, animals cannot go out for food.

  But in the snowstorm, a few figures rushed out, and with agile steps, they were killed in front of them with a few ups and downs.

  The battle is over soon.

   That stern figure is quite strange, it is a race that should not appear on this continent - the night elves.

   Most of them are blindfolded, dual-wielding or carrying bizarre crescent-shaped weapons.

   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 and fetishes, their names... they don't look like compatriots in any way."

"What are you worried about? They have the same skin color as us, swore the same oath, and sacrificed their eyes." Illidan pulled off his blindfold, revealing a pair of empty eye sockets burned by evil magic. There are no eyeballs, only a faint fire constructed by the power of demons.

   This is the biggest sign of Demon Hunter!

   Self-mutilating eyes to better sense the power of demons!

  By doing so, it meant that they would never return to their compatriots who believed in the teachings of nature and the goddess Elune.

  Illidan really can't understand, if this is not surrender, what is it?

   At this time, the mysterious leading party came again.

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

  Illidan: "..."

   Demon Hunters: "..."

   Supplement 1

   (end of this chapter)