Stratholme God

   Chapter 600 Tyrande's Wish (2 more)

   In fact, Tyrande sensed Illidan's breath long ago.

   This is the instinct of a good shooter!

   is very similar to Illidan, but there are subtle differences.

The moment he saw Illidan, Tyrande had already started to pray in his heart. This is the instinct of an excellent **** stick: the great goddess of the moon, no matter what happens to me in the future, please save Illidan, not for me, but for me. Made it for Malfurion! Reunite them brothers! Don't let Illidan... wait...

   She finally knew where the subtle differences in her perception came from.

  Illidan is blind!

  Eyes are the windows to the soul - but Illidan closed the window of his soul forever in the cruelest way.

  Tyrande saw at a glance that the cloth covering Illidan's eyes was sunken, and there were no normal eyeballs behind the cloth, leaving only a pair of terrifying hollows.

   was replaced by two clusters of cold and evil flames.

   Tyrande didn't know what it was, but it must have been a terrible thing that had nothing to do with justice, light, and love.

  Tyrande was trembling all over. At this moment, she finally understood why she was not tortured by Harveys. The demon who can peep into people's hearts has seen through everything that is about to happen.

   The pain in the flesh, it is impossible to reduce her faith and loyalty to the goddess, thus weakening the goddess's protection of her.

   The heavy trauma to her heart can easily make her fall into a vortex of despair and confusion, and achieve the ultimate goal of the collapse of her beliefs.

After    was captured, she fantasized countless times about the Kaldorei version of the hero saving beauty. For example, one of the Stormrage brothers, or two of them killed the enemy together, grabbed a severed demon head in one hand, and held a weapon in the other, kicked open the door of the prison grandly, and said softly, "I(we) coming!"

   But not! No! Have!

   She didn't want to believe her eyes, but it was the truth.

  Illidan no longer had a trace of unrestrainedness on his body. He was like a child who was waiting to be disciplined after making a mistake, and followed the nobleman five steps behind him with great respect.

  No, it's not a child, it's not as good as a dog - he hasn't straightened his waist since the moment he entered the cell. Even if it is reluctant, the expression on his face is humility, no, this is already a flattering expression.

  The only explanation, he has taken refuge with the Burning Legion and Queen Azshara.

   It doesn't matter if he did it with all his heart or if he did it entirely for her.

   But something like the spine, once it gets soft, it breaks, and it can't be straight again.

  Tyrande was shaking with grief and anger, and his mind was full of indisputable thoughts.

   Alas, some kaldorei live, but he is dead in her heart.

   "Presumptuous!" An angry shout brought Tyrande's thoughts back to reality.

   It was a black shadow that made her terrified. This fellow had a scar on his face, and he was wearing green armor, with a bright golden sunburst pattern on the armor on his chest. His eyes seemed to freeze, and he didn't blink once he came in.

   When Tyrande met his gaze, she immediately felt that his gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, and she even had a trance as if her eyeball had been cut.

   "This is the face of the great Queen Azshara! Disrespectful pariah, how dare you lose your mind!?" Varozen scolded unceremoniously.

  Illidan's performance really made Tyrande despair.

   He didn't even fart a single one, he was just a grandson!

   "Humph! Isn't he a believer of a little country spirit? He dares to call himself a priest of the true God?"

   The woman who spoke was dressed in a maid's dress, which was only formal, but as gorgeous as an evening dress.

She has thick long hair, but the silver on her hair is obviously bleached and dyed. The most outstanding thing about her is her eyes. Although they are silver like most night elves, her eyes are full of style and look. It is full of exoticism, and the outline is like a cat's eye.

  Tyrande remembered the information about the queen, one of the queen's most trusted maids named Vashj.

   "Enough." The soft voice was extremely pleasant to the ear. Just two words evoked Tyrande's heartstrings.

   That's right, he is talking about the well-deserved core existence of this world - Queen Azshara!

  Empress Azshara is beautiful and immaculate, not far from the description of the legend.

   She has golden eyes with a veil that is half hidden, and her lips are full and sexy. Silver long hair skills scattered on the body. She wears a silk robe that matches her long hair, the robe is as thin as muslin, and the smooth carcass is looming. Jeweled bracelets on both wrists, matching earrings that almost fell to her delicate exposed shoulders.

   And her clothes, of course, are the most luxurious.

   She was so perfect that Tyrande had the illusion that the goddess Elune had appeared and walked on the earth.

   Of course, Tyrande quickly restrained his obsession and reverie for the Queen.

   She couldn't help thinking of the declaration of the leader of the alliance——

   "The emperor is unique! Give your kingdom to other beings like flattery, such a guy is not qualified to be the queen! In the future, Azshara will be called the queen uniformly in the official documents!"

I don't know why, the figure who could ignore the power and the terrifying billions of demons on the opposite side, and called Azshara and Sargeras by their names, filled Tyrande's heart at this time, and even replaced her great power. Favorite Brothers of Stormrage.

  No reason, just because she needs a support when her heart is weakest.

  Thinking of this, Tyrande stubbornly raised his head and looked directly into the Queen's eyes.

   "Oh?" The queen chuckled, her eyes narrowed like two crescent moons: "It's interesting."

   "What do you mean?" Tyrande gritted his teeth.

   "No, I'm just curious, what kind of role is the priest of the moon **** who makes the two gods of Aureses attach great importance. I originally thought it was a little girl in the countryside. Now I see it."

   "See?" Tyrande was stunned, and then his face became sullen: "Looking at me, such a small character displayed in the cage of the zoo, really insults Your Majesty's eyes. Please - go away."

   This time it was the Queen's turn to be stunned, and the next second, the Queen's expression became playful: "Not bad! You are very good! A kaldorei like you deserves at least my minimum respect."

   After that, the queen turned around and instructed Varosen: "Pass my order, and no one is allowed to hurt her or get close to her except the gods."

   "Yes!" Captain Varosen bowed deeply.

  The queen left without looking back.

   But just as she was about to leave the cell completely, Tyrande's voice came: "Your Majesty, I sincerely hope that you will not be crushed into minced meat by Sargeras on the night of your wedding."

   (end of this chapter)