Stratholme God

Chapter 940 Transformation For Special Attacks

McDonnell's guards cannot be said to be weak.

Almost at the same time as Valeera shouted and rushed forward, Liadrin, who was dressed in casual clothes, pulled out a short-handled warhammer and shield from the interspatial bag and stood in front of McDonald. Appearing at the window, he pulled out the [Lightning Strong Bow] to seal the attacker's retreat.

It only took two seconds for the eight guard knights guarding the door and Lor'themar who was transferred to be a tool man to rush in.

McDonnell's voice, coupled with the gesture of raising his right hand, made everyone stop as if they had been petrified.

Maiev?Have you heard the name before?

Lor'themar was the quickest to react, with a dazed expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The mysterious man in front of him was wearing a heavy horn-shaped full-face helmet, revealing only a pair of very bright eyes exuding a whitish brilliance.Looking over, the sharp curved shoulder armor was completely covered by thick robes, making it hard to see clearly.

But under the eyes of everyone, she put the odd-shaped weapon [Judge's Wheel] that seemed to be used by Jinlun Fawang on the ground with her left hand, stroked her left shoulder with her right hand, and knelt down on one knee.

This……

A discerning person can tell at a glance that this is the etiquette for vassals to meet the lord, and it is the human version.

A neutral female voice rang out: "See Maiev* Shadowsong. I don't know, should I call you Hawk*Star? Sunstar? Or...Mike Chewki?"

Liadrin put back the hammer and slapped her forehead, looking like she couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Women are always very sensitive at times like this.

It's like a woman suddenly comes to the home of a man and woman in love. Even if she is a housekeeper, the man does nothing. At this time, women are often dogs, and they can tell whether their "territory" is there by smelling it. Invaded.

Everyone knows that McDonald worked for Nozdormu and secretly went back in time to the War of the Ancients.

Anyone with long ears around MacDonald knows that: this guy travels through time and space to pretend to be aggressive, he cut Sargeras with an axe, and by the way, he got into a debt of love, which made Tyrande entangle him whenever he had the opportunity ten thousand years later.

All the high elves here are fire-proof, anti-theft and priest-proof day and night.

But I can't stop this entangled feeling!
Seeing Maiev's eyes full of paranoia in mad love, Liadrin understood everything.

But no matter how you calculate it, whether it was ten thousand years ago or after McDonald's return, even the three Windwalker sisters came to power later.

They didn't have the so-called position of being the palace, and they couldn't blame McDonnell because the other party unilaterally liked McDonald.There is never a shortage of admirers around a good man.

The suitors of the hero of the alliance, McDonald, are definitely in the unit of [million].

We have to deal with each of them, if there is a harem strife or something, wouldn't it be a massacre?

Since everyone around MacDonald was sighing, Lor'themar would not be ignorant: "My lord, shall I step down first?"

What else can McDonald say, he can only pretend to be business-like: "Well, this is a distinguished guest of the night elves. Don't neglect."

The guards receded like an ebb tide, Queen Xi glanced at McDonald and jumped down, her eyes were a bit weird, if it was before, she would probably be like a hen guarding her chicks, protecting her territory.

Recently, I don’t know whether it’s because of distraction or something, since McDonald was willing to play How to Train Your Dragon, she has acquiesced, and she will not give him any embarrassment on purpose.

In the huge study room, only he, Liadrin, Valeera, and Maiev were left.

"Should we back off?" Liadrin asked.

Mai gritted her teeth, feeling a little guilty, but immediately became firm again: "It's not necessary, the matter between me and Your Excellency Maiev* Yingsong is nothing unremarkable."

Me, I didn't get on the bus again, why should I make up the fare! ?

Me, I've only seen Maiev climb tables.

Looking at a girl who is all purple, who would be serious!
The purple sweet potato girl is definitely beyond the limit of my XP system.

I'm not a [junchen], it's fine if I'm a mother...

When Mai thought of this, he immediately became confident, and his waist straightened a lot.

His somewhat funny performance, in Liadrin's eyes, was funny and angry.She at least knew that McDonald had never touched anyone in the Battle of the Ancients, um, in a physical sense.

For McDonald's statement, Maiev was noncommittal.

"Please allow me to remove my armor."

"It's okay!"

Maiev raised his hands and slowly lifted up the huge horned helmet, revealing a white single ponytail first.

etc!White hair?
When the armor was taken off, the delicate face revealed was quite fair, and there were no facial lines commonly used by night elves. The most important thing was - she was no longer a purple sweet potato essence!

etc!Also with beauty! ?
After taking off the shoulder armor and taking off the thick dark green robe-like cloak, what was revealed was a low-cut bodysuit.

Someone in Mai was shocked: No!Ah I'm dead!
The Maiev in front of him overturned all his impressions of Maiev back then.All the poisonous spots that hindered him from crooking Maiev disappeared.

That kind of fairness is already similar to that of a high elf, and you can only see a light purple layer under the skin if you look very carefully.

"Maeev, you, you, your skin..." MacDonald couldn't even speak fluently.

Maiev smiled mysteriously: "Although Kaldorei hates trolls, we are indeed descended from trolls. Kaldorei's skin color has something to do with the troll blood in his body. The more he returns to his ancestors, the greater his power. In contrast, if A large amount of the power of the Moon Goddess is injected into the body, and the power bonus brought by the blood of the troll is eliminated, and the skin color will be as it is now."

Yang conspiracy!

It is definitely a conspiracy!
McDonnell immediately calculated everything. After Maiev knew that he was not some night elf nobleman, but a human hero entrusted by the Bronze Dragon King to save the scene, Maiev started planning for "transformation" early on.

With fair skin and beautiful appearance, plus white hair, this... this is completely a special attack of human beings!

Just about every feature pokes at someone's XP system itch!
Seeing McDonnell feeling uncomfortable, surprised, wanting to accept her and being amazed by her, Maiev proudly put her hands on her hips, enjoying McDonald's attention comfortably while showing her elegant body curves.

Maiev's oath from ten thousand years ago echoed in Maiev's mind: My lover is a legendary hero from the future. When the day we meet again, I will step on the [flashing] light and come to ask for an explanation!

They were silent for five seconds, one loved to watch and the other loved to show up.

McDonnell coughed awkwardly tactically: "Cough! My intelligence agent said, you are very angry. In order to chase and kill Illidan, you chased into the Dark Temple and were...almost captured?"

This is also the original history.

Maiev asked curiously: "I'm angry, it's all because of you!"

"Uh, isn't Jarod your brother?"

"Yes! But he is your vassal first! I hunted down Illidan for your glory. Now that you're here, I can't deal with Illidan by myself. Of course I'll come back to you first."

McDonnell: Damn it!

(End of this chapter)