Stormwind God

When the Duke and his party entered the area in Ulduar, they didn't know what words to use to describe it.

The surrounding environment is actually similar to the guardian temple area, and it is still a giant palace built by giants.

Everyone came to kill the evil gods. It was normal to see such a huge Greek wind colonnade, which was held by dozens of people, from the initial shock.

The temple is still that temple, and the rippling atmosphere and atmosphere in the air is completely different.

Everyone thought that the feeling here would be like that of Angela or Hakkar Temple, and there are traces of worship of evil gods everywhere, no one thought it was like that.

The surroundings are filled with a sense of transparency, spreading out ... a feeling of slight joy.

This feeling is very faint, so that it is almost invisible.

But Duke was wary.

As a traverser, he has seen countless horror movies and he knows the success of horror movies.

If a scary atmosphere of death is rendered at the beginning, this horror film is destined to end at the box office.

From ordinary to horrible, that's a single serving.

From happiness to horror and despair, it is not a double, but a four or even tenfold blow.

This is the heart drop from heaven to hell!

Therefore, the paste rule is to first condense a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

Duke looked around, who he thought would be aware of it.

Who knows that the calm wise man did not see it, but the hoof in the waves found one.

"La la la la!" Yrel jumped forward with ease and joy. That special, slightly crooked s-shaped leg was almost like a small spring, and its light posture reminded Duke of the schoolboy who was going to school on the first day carrying a small schoolbag.

Putting it on the hoof is ‘I did n’t take any medicine today, I feel so cute!’

Your sister is cute!

Duke is upset! Du Mouke got a blast!

He said nothing, and grabbed the little tail of the hoof that fluttered.

"Ah!" The hoof exclaimed.

Then somebody kicked his buttocks and almost got a dog to eat shit.

"What are you doing, Duke?" Duke wasn't called under the commander's name. If it's called Duke's "commander-in-chief", it's business-to-business.

"Stupid! There's something wrong with this air!" The moment the Duke's words fell, the league's strongmen reacted together.

Scientific guys such as Magni immediately drew gas masks from their storage space bags.

Jaina originally opened the ice shield, and in one breath she expanded the scope of the cover by a hundredfold, wrapping the entire League of Heroes. She is also in the sun, so the burden is not that big.

Duke shook his head and frowned. "No, just stop, these things are useless. What I mean exactly is that the surrounding air has strange energy in the spiritual realm."

Magni put away her gas mask, and Jaina narrowed her shield.

"Ah?" Tirion and others couldn't understand.

"Doesn't a lot of people feel a little happy and cheerful?"

"It's a bit!" Everyone reflected.

"The more stable and determined the person, the less likely it is to be affected." Duke said, everyone understood.

"I don't understand anymore!" Magni frowned. "Tirion, Gavenlad, Marad, Liadrin, and Yrel are Paladins, and the other four don't feel much. And a lot Even if people do n’t believe in the Holy Light, they just feel a little excited, why is Yrel alone ... "

Yrel also seemed to find that he wasn't right, so he covered his buttocks and stood there in an aggrieved manner, and didn't dare to complain about Duke kicking her ass.

Duke pressed his hand on Yrel's head: "Did you notice? This guy is the youngest!"

When Duke spoke the answer, both Ilucia and Kalia felt like arrows in their hearts. From the perspective of human eyes, most of the elves and dwarfs present were old demon.

If we have to talk about age, all human women are of the aunt class. Only after having eternal life, the age limit was ignored.

Eighteen forever, eternal beauty is beautiful.

Even if the age of ** is constant, the increase in age and experience will eventually make people more stable.

Only the hoof, although it is already a leader, but in the bones, this goods is a real girl!

Suddenly, Duke was a little envious of the Draenei, and his body had grown up very early, and then a very long youth, and his body quickly declined when he finally died.

Coupled with his amazing magic and fighting talents, Nima is a natural fighting nation!

Duke looked at the aggrieved hoof, sighed, and calmed her: "It's okay. It's not a fault young, and we have no one to target you. Just wait for the following to Yog Saron, any unsteady will or soul Anyone who has a gap may be targeted by Yogg Saron. Maybe when they are shocked by the spirit, they will make a lot of ugly things. At that time, please forgive me. "

Marrard stepped forward and bowed Duke deeply with his burly body: "Thank you Marshal for your reminder. It is better to make a small mistake at this time than to make a fatal mistake when facing a strong enemy. We The young leader is in need of your care and mention. "

After all, he almost bowed to Duke with his hoof on his head.

The hoof was aggrieved, but did so. There is no way, who makes Marad the ‘Minister of Gu Ming’ chosen by Willen, who is responsible for raising and urging her. Mostly, Marfil will never argue with the hoof, but he will resolutely 'sanction' for the occasional off-line behavior of the hoof. He was a little scared of Marad at the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, Duke accepted Marlad's gratitude, and was very satisfied with the chicken-and-monkey-like effect, but he felt a little ... egg.

I'm not afraid of something wrong with my hoof, I'm afraid of something wrong!

For purely positive behavior, Duke is completely true. But the spirit of the ancient **** level attacks God, uh, it should be ... okay!

After a little mobilization, everyone finally crossed the hall, which should be the base of General Wezax, and reached the top of the crazy ladder of Ulduar's largest hall of terror.

It can fit into the huge arched temples of several football stadiums. There is no shadow of Yogg Saron at all. The focus of everyone's eyes fell on the Vrykul woman of unknown origin in the middle of the temple hall.

It was a beautiful woman in a dark yellow jacket with a navel and a dark green dress underneath.

Under the dark brown hair is a simple silver hair hoop, lined with a straight but heroic face.

Since it is a Vykul with a quasi-giant size, naturally it is impossible to talk about Xiaojiabiyu. Her figure is less close to three meters.

Who is she! ?