Stratholme God

Chapter 735 Terrible 【Excommunication】

As a mature leader, Tyrande still let the bullets fly, no, let the situation ferment a bit.

A week later, when the Kaldorei's corpses filled the plaza east of Cenarion Hold, Tyrande finally had enough.

The night elves practiced a dual system of rule. Most of the time, the Moon Goddess Sect and the Druids were harmonious and unified, but in the final analysis, they still belonged to different groups.

The druids basically listen to the teachings of Cenarius, the king of the forest.

When Cenarius died and Malfurion, the eldest disciple, was half dead, Fandral became the helm.

Originally Kadorei suffered a loss in the Battle of Quicksand, he easily aroused the hatred among Kadorei for his Zerg, and then preached the glory of Kadorei, and he regarded himself as the master of the mainland, forming the most recent The frenzied atmosphere made the strategy aggressive, attacking the insect nest high.

As a price, the casualties soared!
The corpses all over the square are proof.

It is true that three-quarters of them are fellow night elves of unknown origin who claim to be 'scattered all over Azeroth'. With the common dream of guarding the glory of the Kaldorei, they came to this barren land and sacrificed life.

But the night elves themselves also had a lot of war dead.

Nearly 1 were killed in battle, and [-] were injured to varying degrees.

Counting the war dead who returned to the dark elves who were wandering outside, that is 5 dead and more than [-] injured.

This number of casualties, no matter which country and race it is placed in, is painful.

It's just the 'death' of sand sculpture players, and the night elves won't feel it.

I often walk by the river, how can I not wet my shoes?
It's not always the player who is sent out to clear the nest, there are also dark elves' pawns.

When the people of the clan were killed in battle, coupled with a large number of corpses of the 'atmosphere group', the effect would be shocking.

As we all know, when the casualties of an army reach a certain level, morale will collapse.

In addition, those dark elves who were initially instigated by Fandral to take revenge, died a lot of them under the brave tactics of some mysterious helpers who sold their teammates or dragged them to the pit together.

For a while, there was a lot of opposition to Fandral's violent attack tactics in the clan.

"Why do we have to compete with the orcs?"

"If this continues, all the soldiers will die before we see the Gate of Quicksand!"

Originally, Fandral could forcefully suppress the voices of other druids and suppress the matter by virtue of his identity, but the appearance of Tyrande became the key to weakening his power.

The stern Tyrande quarreled with him in front of all the senior members of the Druid sect.

"With the ultimate goal of defeating the evil god C'Thun and his Qiraji servants, we can accept a limited number of sacrifices. This is not the same as blindly commanding and wasting the precious lives of the people on backward methods of attacking fortifications. This is not only inconsistent with The interests of the Kaldorei, let alone the prestige of the Kaldorei, and the alliance's principle of [destroying evil forces at the lowest cost]..."

The above paragraph is only the general idea of ​​the translation of night elf language into human lingua franca. As a high priest and statesman, the wording used by Tyrande is of course more tactful and skillful.

This doesn't prevent her from conveying a meaning - Fandral, you kid is out of play.

Kadorei had a large population, but once Archimonde was defeated, it immediately changed from a large number of soldiers to just enough. How can it be enough for you, an old boy?
If it was a night elf whose population exploded ten thousand years ago, it must be advocating hegemony, because only then can the excess population be consumed reasonably.

The times are different now, and the population has just been hit hard, and the speed at which the dark spirits explode is incomparable to that of humans.

This is a big taboo for Fandral.

But at this time, he was still unwilling to give in: "I did nothing wrong! As a commander, the responsibility is to let the subordinates die in exchange for the results of the battle."

"The lives of compatriots should not be measured in such a superficial way. Even according to what you said, your exchange ratio is too poor."

"No! Kaldorei warriors are far superior to orcs!"

"Orcs can go to battle at the age of ten, what about Kaldorei?"

"The ones who died in battle were all poor learners!"

This stuff is just those few sentences over and over again, for the sake of righteousness, sacrifice is essential.Whatever you tell him is 'defeating the evil old god' is the top priority.

The truth is true, but haven't you seen that McDonald's next door gets the biggest result at a lower cost every time?
Is there anyone who can't let go of McDonald's?
Fandral just thought that Tyrande was a bastard, and he would not listen to the bastard's chanting.

Tyrande's eyelids twitched wildly, and she went crazy, but she felt that Fandral was getting more and more unreasonable.

That feeling is like chatting with a lunatic, he insists on getting you into his closed loop of logical thinking, and then uses his fanaticism to force you to succumb.

Tyrande couldn't bear it anymore, and really put the Malorne antlers she borrowed from Macdonald on the table in front of Fandral.

"The following are the guardians of Azeroth, the chosen one of the goddess Elune, one of the weavers of the Emerald Dream, the inheritor of the will of the White Hart God Malorne, the leader of the alliance, and the supreme leader of the Stratholme Federation, Strathol The Duke of Mu, McDonald, sent you a message—Fandral Staghelmet is not suitable to continue to serve as the frontline commander of the alliance because of his reckless strategy and tactics..."

"Fart, I'm the speaker of the Cenarion Circle! A little human has no right to order me."

Tyrande looked stern, and emphasized: "You are just the speaker! And if you continue to make trouble, Azeroth Star Soul, Goddess Elune, and His Majesty the Emerald Dragon King Ysera will jointly punish you [excommunication] ——You are forbidden to touch the earth, the power of the moon, and the Emerald Dream! You are not even the acting speaker."

When Tyrande talked about this matter, regardless of how Fandral *Staghelm was full of roaring characters, and how he filled his lungs with a fire-type thing called [Wrath] as a druid, at this moment He has to hold back!

If you don't hold back, you have to hold back!
His eyeballs looked completely red because they were bloodshot.

so what?

The Druid sect pays attention to the relationship with nature, and the largest existence in nature is the star soul of Azeroth.

Coincidentally, McDonnell gave Mr. Sa an ax in the Battle of the Ancients, and he got the Star Soul Guardian qualification certification.

In the future, Magni Bronzebeard will be the spokesperson of Azeroth.

At this point in time, McDonald's is the only one.

When Tyrande suppressed him with the names of Star Soul, Elune, and Ysera, he really couldn't resist.

Fandral Staghelmet obviously felt the ghost of his son wailing in his ears, but he couldn't order more Kaldorei warriors to slaughter the bugs he hated. The discomfort and aggrievedness made him want to explode on the spot .

However, no one will care about his feelings.

(End of this chapter)