If it were McDonald before time travel, he would probably smile and let nature take its course.
He can't bear this now.
He tilted his head slightly: "Shandis, do you have any objections to me?"
Shandis had mixed feelings about McDonald: "Obviously they were originally supposed to be a couple."
"Really?" McDonald said noncommittally: "But regardless of personal or public concerns, Tyrande chose me after very serious consideration."
This was what left Shandris speechless the most. She was choked on the spot and couldn't utter any words to refute.
As Tyrande's closest comrade, adopted daughter, and supporter, she must know why. She just watched the Stormrage brothers pursue Tyrande for tens of thousands of years to no avail, and finally cut off McDonald's beard. How much?
Just a little angry.
But McDonald's didn't force him, and he didn't use any cruel means. Why should Shandis turn her anger on him?
"Yes...I was rash." Shandis bit her lip and lowered her head.
"This is a chaotic era. Lovers may not necessarily get married in the end, and they can also become rotten meat in the mouth of the demon hound. What's more, they are not a couple in the first place."
Shandris was dejected. The relationship between Tyrande and Macdonken was actually more like a combination of interests. The only thing that sublimated the relationship was that Tyrande was grateful to Macdonken for saving her. This feeling was sincere.
And McDonald also chose to accept Tyrande.
If you really want to calculate it carefully, now that the night elves are in decline, Tyrande has really climbed higher.
Suddenly, Shandis clenched her fists, raised her head, and stared hard at McDonald: "McDonald, you, do you really like my adoptive mother? You are not casual..."
Before she could finish her words, McDonald smiled: "I like it!"
For some reason, Shandris felt like she was not just saying this to her adoptive mother.
McDonald added: "I like the long ears of your elves the most. I like to gently tap them with my teeth and rub them..."
As McDonald spoke, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Shandis's long pointed ears, which were at least 10cm long.
"Ah!" Shandis groaned subconsciously.
"Whenever I play with these long ears, you make really nice sounds. Yes! That's right! That's it."
Some people hum like an old ox pulling a broken cart, all kinds of rough. Some existences are extremely sweet, like the oriole out of the valley. This is a natural talent and cannot be learned.
Shandris was momentarily dominated by shame and anger. She almost wanted to slap the troublemaker in front of her, but in the end, her subconscious reaction was to jump, take five steps back, cover her ears, and stare with extremely shameful anger.
McDonald's. She squirmed for a long time, trying to say something harsh, but she didn't even fart.
"Sorry, sorry! I, the elf-controlling person, couldn't hold it back for a moment. I can't help it, your ears are too cute."
Looking at the frivolous smile of the dog thief, Shandris wanted to bite him to death.
"Today is the big day when Malfurion may recover. I, I will let you go for now."
"Okay, okay." McDonald sat aside as he thought.
Tyrande in the room didn't hear the commotion outside. She sighed and ignored it. Sitting on the chair in front of the bed, she looked at Malfurion who was twitching slightly on the hospital bed from time to time due to nightmares and severe pain.
, Tyrande’s eyes were complicated.
Without much hesitation, she took out the ball of Cenarius' soul essence and gently placed it on Malfurion's chest.
Malfurion, who had been tortured by the power of death for many years, after receiving this power, his whole body suddenly arched back, as if he was about to do a carp posture on the hospital bed, every muscle in his body was taking care of itself.
Twitching.
On his cheeks and chest, a lot of skin and even muscles that were similar to the gray color of the Forsaken suddenly made a continuous burst of explosion sounds, which sounded like a pile of plaster statues being smashed.
.
Green light surged through Malfurion's body, and more undead body tissue exuding a strong rancid odor burst out of his body.
The powerful fluctuations in undead power even excited a few big druids in the hall outside. They rushed in slightly panicked, only to see Tyrande who was already hiding in the corner of the room, and the strange people on the hospital bed.
Malfurion, who is constantly in trouble.
This scene is so weird!
Onlookers could even see several gray-colored vertebrae erupting from Malfurion's broken belly.
It was as if a fountain spewing out bones appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The body tissues infected by the power of immortality continued to burst out, and actually spread a layer on the ground.
Looking at it from another perspective, everyone began to understand how terrible this immortal curse was, and there was no way he could be saved without a cleansing of his marrow and a new bone.
Ordinary creatures would have died ten thousand times if they did this, and were brought into the arms of death by the then Lich King Terenas.
This time it was completely Cenarius's semi-god-level soul essence and the power of the same source that supported Malfurion's successful turn for the better.
Hamuul spoke: "The evil forces have been driven away, and the power of Cenarius is healing Lord Stormrage. If you change his place, maybe it won't take long for Lord Stormrage to wake up."
Everyone scrambled to move Malfurion to another room not far away. Naturally, there was a group of druids here who were responsible for cleaning up the aftermath and purifying the evil forces.
After a while, the room became quiet again, and Tyrande and Malfurion were left alone.
After a while, Malfurion's eyelids trembled, and a pair of clear eyes appeared.
Seeing Malfurion's head turn green due to the strong power of nature, Tyrande's eyes became complicated.
"Malfurion, are you awake?"
"Oh! Tyrande! Is it you? You saved me? I...I seem to have done something stupid and fallen into a long nightmare!" Malfurion's voice was filled with emotion, and more importantly,
happy.
"Be more confident. You can remove the word "seems". Haven't you two brothers done many stupid things?" It's okay not to mention the past. As soon as it is mentioned, Tyrande becomes angry. His anger is maxed out in an instant, and his sword eyebrows are raised coldly.
stand up.
A little uncomfortable with Tyrande's speaking style after being exported by culture, Malfurion was stunned for a moment, and touched his nose a little sarcastically: "What happened, can you tell me?"
"Of course! First of all, the Kaldorei are no longer the dominating clan you know. Then, Fandral Staghelm, whom you value most, betrayed the night elves..." Tyrande opened the magic mirror and took out each one.
The precious information that had been edited and stored in advance was shown to Malfurion one by one.
Once upon a time, the night elves were a closed race with little change. Malfurion might have slept for a thousand years and the environment would not have changed much when he woke up.
How could he have thought that so many things would happen this time?
