Stratholme God

Chapter 451 Malfurion is dead
This wave, if the Scourge is on the fifth floor, the Alliance, no, it's McDonald on the rooftop!
Cenarius didn't snitch on his adoptive mother, and he didn't even know that the head coach of the alliance, McDonald, had already hooked up with Ysera, the green dragon queen, one of the ancestors of the druid sect.

"You... really can?" Tyrande still felt unreal in a dream.

"Of course there is no problem. Your Majesty Ysera's trust in us is based on the fact that we have perfectly pitted... er, we have dealt with Ner'zhul who was not the Lich King at the time. It is precisely because of this record that Emerald The forward defense of the dreamland is all handed over to us."

[Chu Jiayun] Played a big role for the sand sculpture players without being humble or overbearing.

There are so many things, even if outsiders blow them a thousand times, they can't compare to a single sentence from your boss.

If it is said that Tyrande was more wary of the alliance than trusting it before, after knowing that it was McDonald who got the trust of Ysera and other dragon kings by cheating Neltharion...

According to the game, this is probably because McDonald's reputation in her heart has suddenly soared from neutral to full [Worship], and there is only one opportunity (task) to break through to [Worship] level.

While the high-ranking dark elves breathed a sigh of relief, they were also ashamed.

I was supposed to be the general who defended the Emerald Dream, but became the leading party.

The cameo from another family turned out to be a real thigh.

This putting the cart before the horse made them quite embarrassed.

Having said that, the main force of the Scourge had withdrawn, especially after knowing that the other party was likely to withdraw to the icy and snowy Northrend continent, Tyrande and the others really had no choice.

The night elves also have a fleet, but fast forward to organizing a cross-ocean expedition army of at least 10 people, that is more than enough energy.

No matter how resentful he was, Tyrande could only return to his teacher.

She's just had reports of demonic sightings all over Ashenvale and Felwood, and bad corruption in many places.

Compared with planning an expedition that cannot be carried out in the short term, it is more practical to deal with the fire in your own backyard first.

As for Malfurion... it is temporarily handed over to Cenarius.

Unbeknownst to Tyrande, a strange new meme began to be circulated among the tridents.

Time travels back to the moment Malfurion was discovered.

For players who don't miss any so-called cutscene CG, even if they are busy all over Azeroth, even if they can't get to the scene, they must synchronize audio and video, which is already an important part of their travel life.

It's a pity that just after seeing Malfurion's body, the system was almost full-screen coded.

There is no way, the system is very reliable and harmonious, once sensitive parts are involved, the 404 status will be turned on.

The channel suddenly complained.

[Devil Junze]: "Who is he meowing in? Paladin, Dark Priest, Mist Monk!?"

【Assassin#1314】: "Kick it!"

[Zhang Jinjiao] The conversation changed: "Hey! Come to the scene and talk about it, how is it?"

The dirty god at the scene [Freedom Blue Bird] cleared his throat, and his mother began to tell a story: "Two male cats got together one day and discussed when their masters killed their balls. Alas, there is no way, This is what happens to domestic 'cats'."

There was a storm of question marks in the system chat group.

The guy continued: "As a result, one cat got anxious when asked by another cat, and cursed on the spot—Made is dead!"

After all, [Freedom Blue Bird] closed the microphone.

There was silence in the group, and after a few seconds, the first person finally came back to his senses.

[Situ Yanpo] slapped his thigh: "Malfurion? Druid? Made is perfect!"

Yours!

You taste it carefully!
Thousands of teasers Qiqi raised their hands to play with the crowd, shouting: "Made is dead!"

Malfurion, who was still trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up, didn't know that in this life, in Azeroth, he had been renamed [Made Jue]!
In front of his eldest brother, Illidan thought about it.

Eyes are the windows of the soul. He sacrificed his eyes for power, and there is not even a trace of flesh and blood left in his eye sockets. The ghost fire bestowed by Sargeras kept flickering in his eye sockets.

No one knows, Illidan made a decision at this moment: My big brother, you... are too ugly.Is this the end of Wannian's belief in the teaching of nature?sad!ridiculous!You can do nothing but become a bridgehead for demon invasion.Facts have proved that your method will not work.I want to protect the night elves and Tyrande in my own way!
After finishing speaking, he turned and left without even saying 'goodbye' to Cenarius next to him.

That's pretty rude.

Naturally, the demigod frowned. Illidan was famously withdrawn and cold. Seeing that he had been fighting for the night elves for the past few days, Cenarius didn't say anything.

The return of the night elf army is not only to deal with the corruption in the Felwood Forest area, but as Cenarius has to continue to use natural forces to stabilize Malfurion, Tyrande must find reinforcements to support the Emerald Dream as soon as possible—she Lock the target on Fandral * not yet twenty-five boy * Lu Helmet.

At this point in time, Fandral Staghelmet was the number three figure in the Natural Sect, second only to Cenarius and Malfurion.Leaving aside the idea that he's become quite aggressive with his death on Varstann, he's a very powerful druid.

As for Tyrande sending Shandris to ask him to support the Emerald Dream, Fandral agreed without saying a word, and immediately called a group of druids to roll up their sleeves and enter the Emerald Dream to play VR games, ahem, preparing for the dream battle.

However, the ambitious Fandral was dumbfounded the moment he entered the Emerald Dreamland.

"What? Our three hundred elite druids are just partial teachers!? I don't accept it! I don't think I am much worse than Malfurion* Stormrage." Fandral protested loudly.

Ysera's most loyal guardian, the green dragon Ysondre, snorted dissatisfiedly: "This is His Majesty Ysera's imperial order, and we must obey it. Now the first and second lines of defense are composed of The human trident troops are stationed. They have the experience of defeating the Lich King Ner'zhul. For them, we dream guardians are convinced."

Ah this...

Fandral was embarrassed.

The two armies are facing each other. If they have never fought each other, then they will feel the same.

But humans have victories, and they are still victorious against the Lich King, so there is no way to grab the vanguard position!
No matter how aggrieved he was, he could only endure it.

On the other side, the annual drama, the first round of the Emerald Nightmare (copycat) confrontation... has begun.

A part of Gavinrad's doomed soul slowly drifted into the Emerald Dreamland, theoretically, this area is not too far from [Book of Medivh].

The world of dreams is bizarre and may not be logical.

Although he was mentally prepared, he was dumbfounded as soon as he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

For some reason, he turned into a 1.1-meter-tall primary school girl, and was pushed on the toilet seat by two 1.2-meter-tall, 'tall and burly' male students in the men's restroom.

"Help us with our homework right now, or we'll blow you up!"

(End of this chapter)