Tyrande blushed and murmured softly: "This is really fair and just."
"Haha!" McDonald didn't object.
There is never absolute justice and fairness in the world. Different races have different talents, which naturally lead to completely different growth trajectories.
The more we deal with powerful enemies, the more important we become as a big country.
If Tyrande hadn't completely hated Elune this time and turned to a mortal like McDonald, how could the night elves be able to embrace Stratholme's super thigh.
That's right, I'm just helping the Dark Elf gain honor, so what?
If you have the ability, you can also create a queen who can poke my XP system, a high priest or something, and then let the country be my McDonald's pendant?
How many people want to hug their thighs but haven't had the chance yet.
Look at those blue-skinned Delaney McDonald, who looks down on their hooves. As a result, Velen can only enjoy fair and just treatment.
This is the tragedy of a small tribe like the draenei.
McDonald was stroking the lace on the mooncloth suit and couldn't put it down. Suddenly, he noticed that Maiev came in wearing a black suit.
Seeing McDonald pointing at Maiev, Tyrande felt embarrassed. After holding it in for a few seconds, she lowered her head and snorted to Maiev: "Hello, sister!"
Maiev was so happy that she put her hands on her hips and seemed to have a devil's tail sticking out from behind her buttocks, wagging proudly!
"Hey, isn't this Tyrande's sister? I didn't expect that after ten thousand years of fighting openly and secretly, we finally came together!" Maiev stroked her smooth face with her left hand, and her expression easily reminded her of something from an otome game.
Prevent the heroine from being in love with the male protagonist and the female villain.
If Tyrande really wanted to be tough, he would probably say, "It's just you who have always been unhappy with me."
But the elf bowed his head once under someone else's roof and didn't care about the second time.
Tyrande bowed solemnly: "I didn't do well in the past. Please take care of me in the future."
Tyrande's concession immediately dissipated most of Maiev's old resentment.
Maiev was competing with Tyrande to be the chief priest of Elune, and her words of "Why choose her instead of me" made her run to McDonald's and have been angry with Tyrande for ten thousand years.
. Now that we have discovered that Elune is not a good person, the biggest conflict between her and Tyrande no longer exists.
Maiev sighed: "It's really ridiculous. Elune has never taken us night elves seriously from the beginning to the end. Then why have we been fighting for ten thousand years?"
Tyrande smiled bitterly: "Yes! For what?"
The old enemies looked at each other and smiled bitterly together.
Seeing the two enemies reconciled, McDonald was deeply relieved, but also distressed at the same time!
This is like choosing white silk or heather silk?
No, no, don't get me wrong, McDonald thinks the difficult choice is not which one to choose, but which one to choose first.
Okay! I want them all! We want them all together!
Maiev understood and said to Tyrande: "Come, sister will teach you how to maintain the vertical grip..."
As the saying goes, once you meet, you will forget all your grudges.
McDonald, who was sitting in the Flying Fortress, was sitting on the sofa, feeling the beauty of life while watching the artillery fire in the distance and nearby. It was very comfortable.
On the battlefield below, with the advancement of the Alliance army, it feels like this will become a new version of the [Siege of Dazar'alor].
There were not many choices before the Zandalari trolls. After parting ways with Garrosh, the Zandalari trolls had to face the wrath of the Alliance.
After the waterway from Kul Tiras to the island of Zandalar was surveyed, this was considered an inevitable outcome.
It is worth mentioning that under the persuasion of Despicable Roar, the original tribal pendants that defected to the Iron Horde were revealed. As an urgent need, the two goblin trade princes who were relied upon by Garrosh were afraid of death and followed the Germans.
Rano, trying to help the languishing Iron Horde regain its glory.
Unfortunately, the Forsaken were really forgotten. Oh no, the Sun King and the Blood Elf Archmage Rommath received orders from Despicable Roar and were responsible for 'defending' the New Dark Portal.
Don't expect smart people to do this kind of cannon fodder job.
When the two wise men who discovered that they had been betrayed were in despair, they did not dare to fall out with Despicable Howl, who was still strong, so they withdrew from Drustvar Island in Kul Tiras where they originally occupied, and followed the tower.
Ranji goes to Zandalar Island.
Therefore, when Shandris reported that traces of Forsaken and Blood Elves had been found near Dazar'alor, MacDonald was no exception.
In view of the fact that someone planned to rebel against Thrall, and there was such a shocking operation as "I want to fight to the death, why does the warchief surrender first?", Shandris decided to ask McDonald for instructions in the magic communication first: "Alliance leader
, what should we do with these wallflowers?"
"Fools on the wall?" McDonald raised his eyebrows and joked: "Your Excellency, the general, is talking about the [Flowers on the Wall] exchange group, right? Isn't it good for the three of them to be together? It just happened to be a table to fight the landlords."
Before Shandris could react, Tyrande, who was outside the camera, burst out laughing.
Shandis was confused and frowned: "I... seemed to have heard the voice of our High Priest?"
"Ahem!" Maigou Thief coughed dryly: "Well, she is discussing with me a major matter involving hundreds of millions of living beings. She is not available at the moment."
"Oh, okay, it's okay, I'll prepare to attack."
"General Shandis, don't be in a hurry. We will wait until the outcome of Wharton's war before we advance. What we need is a complete victory with less losses, not a tragic victory."
This is cherishing the soldiers.
After hearing this, Shandis was moved. The alliance leader had too much power, and she couldn't refuse if the night elves really wanted to fill the army line with all their strength.
Now that we are playing steadily and gaining honor, this is perfect for the night elves.
On the other side, McDonald saw Tyrande spraying Maiev with milk while laughing and was cleaning it up with a handkerchief. He couldn't help but ask: "Use your tongue."
Tyrande gave MacDonald a shy look and did as he was told.
Well, the vertical grip has a mind of its own.
On Wharton's side, the Alliance used artillery to settle their grudges.
"Kill! For King Rastakhan!"
"Tu tu tu tu!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Countless plumes of smoke rose over the desolate Gobi sands of Volton. Brave troll soldiers rushed forward to launch a desperate charge towards the Alliance mechanized army on the opposite side.
But, is it useful?
So what if the troll's pterodactyl army looks bigger than the wyverns?
It's huge and can be knocked down with one shot.
If one shot doesn't work, use two shots!
If small cannons don’t work, use big cannons!
It’s not the pterodactyl god Koopa himself among the Loa gods.
Even if the Pterodactyl Knights have always been the most important and powerful air force of the Zandalari Empire from ancient times to the present, and even if the Pterodactyl Knights' status in the Zandalari Empire has never fallen, so what?
