Stratholme God

Chapter 1440 [White Album] part.2
If it was McDonnell before time travel, he would probably smile and let nature take its course.

Now he can't bear it.

He tilted his head slightly: "Santis, do you have any opinion on me?"

Shandris looked at McDonald with mixed feelings: "Obviously they should be a couple."

"Really?" McDonnell was noncommittal: "But no matter whether it's private or public, Tyrande chose me after very serious consideration."

This was what made Shandris speechless the most, and he was so choked up on the spot that he couldn't refute.

As Tyrande's closest comrade-in-arms, adopted daughter, and supporter, she must know why.It's purely because of seeing the Stormrage brothers chasing Tyrande for thousands of years without success, and finally cutting off MacDonald Ken's beard.

But McDonnell didn't persecute him, and secondly, he didn't use any dirty tricks, so why did Shandris turn his anger on him?

"Yes... I was reckless." Shandris bit her lip and lowered her head.

"This is a chaotic era. Lovers don't necessarily get married in the end, and they can also become rotten meat in the mouth of demon hounds. Besides, they were not a couple in the first place."

Shandris was dejected.The relationship between Tyrande and McDonald is actually more like a combination of interests.The only thing that sublimates this relationship is that Tyrande is grateful to McDonald for saving her. This feeling is sincere, and McDonald also chose to accept Tyrande.

If you really want to calculate it carefully, now that the night elves are in the sunset, Tyrande really has the upper hand.

Suddenly, Shandris clenched her fists, raised her head, and stared hard at McDonald: "McDonald, you, do you really like my adoptive mother? You are not casual..."

Before she finished speaking, McDonald smiled: "I like it!"

For some reason, it felt like Shandris was saying this to more than just her adoptive mother.

McDonnell added: "I like the long ears of your elves the most. I like to gently tap them with my teeth and rub them..."

As McDonnell spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress Shandris' long, pointed ear that was at least 10cm long.

"Ah!" Shandris hummed subconsciously.

"Whenever I play with these long ears, you make a very nice noise. Yes! Exactly! That's it."

Some guys are like old cows pulling broken carts when they hum and whine, all kinds of rough.Some existences are extremely pleasant to the ear, such as the oriole out of the valley. This is a talent that cannot be learned.

Shandris was instantly dominated by shame and anger.She almost wanted to beat up the troublemaker in front of her, but in the end, her subconscious reaction was a big jump, she stepped back five steps, covered her ears, and stared at McDonald in embarrassment and indignation.Her mouth squirmed for a long time, trying to say something harsh, but she didn't even fart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't hold back for a while. I can't help it. Your ears are too cute."

Looking at the frivolous smile of the wheat dog thief, Shandris wanted to bite him to death.

"Today is a big day for Malfurion's possible recovery, I, I will let you go for now."

"Okay, okay." McDonnell sat aside on his own.

It's not like Tyrande in the room didn't hear the commotion outside, after she sighed a little, she ignored it.Sitting on the chair in front of the bed, looking at Malfurion who twitched slightly from time to time because of nightmares and severe pain, Tyrande had complicated eyes.

Without much hesitation, she took out the mass of Cenarius' soul essence and gently placed it on Malfurion's chest.

Malfurion, who has been tortured by the power of death for many years, after accepting this power, his whole body suddenly arched back, as if he was about to do a squid posture on the hospital bed, and every muscle in his body was self-sufficient. twitching.

On his cheeks, on his chest, many skins and even muscles that are similar to the gray color of the Forsaken, all of them suddenly made a continuous explosion sound, which sounded like a pile of plaster statues being smashed .

Green light billowed in Malfurion's body, and more undead body tissues exuding a strong and rancid smell burst out of his body.

The powerful undead power fluctuated, even agitating several arch druids in the outer hall.They rushed in with a little panic, only to see Tyrande who was already hiding in the corner of the room, and Malfurion who was constantly behaving strangely on the hospital bed.

This scene is too weird!
Onlookers could even see a few gray vertebrae bursting from Malfurion's ripped belly.

There seemed to be a fountain that spewed out bones before everyone's eyes, and the body tissues infected by the undead force continued to burst out, and a layer was forcibly spread on the ground.

From another perspective, everyone began to understand how terrible this curse of immortality is. Without a cleansing and rejuvenating, it is impossible to save people's lives.

Ordinary creatures would have died [-] times earlier if they did this, and were brought into the arms of death by the Lich King Terenas.

This time it was entirely Cenarius' demigod-level soul essence, and the power of the same root, which supported Malfurion's successful turnaround.

Hamuul said: "The evil power has been completely expelled, and the power of Cenarius is healing Lord Stormrage. Change his place, and it may not be long before Lord Stormrage can wake up."

Everyone rushed to move Malfurion to another room not far away. Naturally, a group of druids were in charge of cleaning up the aftermath, purifying evil forces and so on.

Not long after, the room became quiet again, and Tyrande and Malfurion were left.

After a while, Malfurion's eyelids quivered, and a pair of clear eyes appeared.

Looking at the top of Malfurion's head turned green due to the power of nature, Tyrande's eyes became complicated.

"Malfurion, are you awake?"

"Oh! Tyrande! Is it you? You saved me? I... I seem to have done something stupid and fell into a long nightmare!" Malfurion's voice was full of emotion, more happy.

"Be confident, you can remove the word [appears]. Don't you two brothers do too many stupid things?" It's okay not to mention the past, but as soon as it was mentioned, Tyrande became angry, his anger was maxed out instantly, and his sword eyebrows stood up coldly .

A little uncomfortable with Tyrande's speaking style after being culturally exported, Malfurion was stunned for a moment, and touched his nose a little embarrassingly: "What happened, can you tell me?"

"Of course! First of all, the Kaldorei are no longer the dominant clan that you know. Then, your most valued Fandral* Staghelmet betrayed the night elves..." Tyrande opened the magic mirror, and put one by one The precious materials edited and stored in advance were shown to Malfurion one by one.

Once upon a time, the night elves were a closed and unchanged race. Malfurion might have slept for a thousand years, and the environment hadn't changed much after waking up.

When did he think that so many things would happen this time?

(End of this chapter)