If it's too late, it's easy to become the police in the movie, always coming to sweep the floor after beatings.
If Illidan had desperately gathered his younger brothers when Malfurion was about to attack, and rushed to attack the Lich King, maybe Tyrande would have been moved to the point of bursting into laughter.
If my brother is attacked, of course he must confront him and kill the Lich King!
This is a real hot-blooded man!
However……
Malfurion was turned into a vegetative state and Illidan rushed up to you.
When I needed your help to defend Haishan, you disappeared again.
I paid the price of seriously injuring World Tree and killing and injuring countless compatriots. The fight was finally over, why did you just come out?
Instead of beating up the opponent's boss, he went to beat Kil'jaeden's younger brother Ner'zhul!?
This is like playing a game. If you don’t come to fight in a team battle, your own crystal will almost be demolished. You go to the wild area to play games with the three wolves...
Tyrande didn't turn into a fierce girl from Zaun and greet Illidan wildly, which proves that at least she really liked him back then.
Tyrande cannot get Illidan's silent protection. Behind the violent anger is an extremely deep sorrow.
The War of the Ancients begins, Illidan pretends to surrender to Sargeras to gain strength, and all kinds of going his own way leads to bad consequences.
This is not once and for all, but over and over again.
If there were just cracks between the two of them before, now even the continent of the mind has exploded into pieces like Draenor, and different plates have flown to different dimensions.
Here, McDonough was extremely sure that Tyrande had wrapped her own Hyjal Peak hard for the sake of appearance, but when she was angry, she almost couldn't hold the mooncloth priest robe anymore.
Don't ignore it!
No disrespect...
indecent……
cough!
Which regulation says that if there is a drought in Sun Moon Lake, I have to grout it?
There is no such rule.
McDonald turned away from the field of view and continued the previous topic: "We have just started intelligence work on the continent of Northrend where the Lich King is located. You know, there are undead people there, but there are not many humans. Our intelligence agency has suffered a lot of losses.
The information is not sufficient. Our spies finally returned the sighting information with great difficulty."
Tyrande stepped forward and took a few deep breaths.
"The alliance's affairs are naturally the night elves' affairs. We night elves are good at [Shadow Escape], and our agility is even better. Night elves' thieves are very suitable as spies."
"That's easy to say."
"If you can, if you really catch Illidan, please hand it over to the night elves for trial. If you can't catch it... it's acceptable to kill my clan on the spot."
Ah this...
McDonald looked at Tyrande's angry face that calmed down after a few seconds. He felt that his egg might be a little cold in his life!
They keep saying they hate each other, but insist on killing someone with their own hands. If one of them is not good enough, they will be killed instead, and they will enter the plot, or it will be a bloody drama of falling in love and killing each other.
The real break is like now, when the person you once liked dies in front of you, you can't even feel it.
But an egg cannot be cooled!
He's cold, who can find the spatial coordinates of the Burning Legion's lair?
"I also know something about Lord Illidan Stormrage. Is there some... misunderstanding? After all, he is the biological brother of Lord Malfurion Stormrage."
McDonough defended Illidan, but Tyrande asked him to look at McDonough.
For some reason, the more she watched McDonald's, the more pleasing she became. She knew how to advance and retreat in a measured manner, and truly "seek common ground while reserving differences, and strive to coordinate the interests of all ethnic groups and countries." She was also able to fight, and was inexplicably reliable at critical moments.
Looking at his handsome face, Tyrande couldn't help but think: It would be great if Illidan and Malfurion were half, no, one-third as reliable as MacDonald.
Tyrande did not let go at all: "There is no misunderstanding. The whole night elves have seen the bad things Illidan has done, and I have no position to protect him anymore. I will be the one to get him out of prison."
The biggest mistake. I acted emotionally before, but I will never do it again in the future."
Tyrande has already mentioned this, what else can McDonald say.
If she asked again, McDonald wouldn't say much.
The main reason is that the Alliance has just experienced a super war, and the entire layout of Kalimdor, the night elves' repair of Ashenvale, and the expansion of the Northern Barrens are all very busy.
Knowing that Ner'zhul is in a weak state at this time, the Alliance does not have the ability to expedition to the ice-covered Northrend continent at this time.
Just bringing a group of armies to the continent of Kalimdor almost destroyed even Stratholme.
Since the outbreak of the undead natural disaster, the entire economic circle of the alliance has become abnormal.
The cost of growing crops in food and military supplies is the loss of other places.
In a fight to the death, of course you have to grit your teeth and burn money and resources to continue fighting. This cannot be solved by having money.
The simplest example is population.
How do people give birth to babies under great pressure?
The worse the environment, the lower the birth rate.
There is a lack of population. When the Burning Legion invades in the future, the people will be gone. There will be no soldiers, and what will they use to fight the demons?
War is an overdraft of all the resources of the entire country. Once it eases, it's time to pay the bill.
The later you pay the bill, the heavier the hidden interest will be.
Didn't you see, during World War II on Earth, the Great Empire lost all its colonies, and its national strength was reduced to second-rate status?
What is in the best interest of the Alliance is of course the Northrend Brawl. The heavier the losses for all parties, the better.
At this moment, Northrend, the northern continent.
The shrill north wind cries like a child in pain. Shoveltooth elk huddle together to keep warm. Their thick fur can withstand the harshest storms.
They instinctively formed a circle and wrapped around the shivering and chirping young ones in the middle.
The male deer suddenly lowered their heads with giant crests of horns to the ice-covered ground and let out a low cry toward the south.
The wind and snow that stung the skin and flesh were still roaring. Normally, animals could not go out to look for food.
But in the wind and snow, several figures rushed out. They walked quickly and quickly, and they reached them in a few ups and downs.
The battle ended quickly.
That majestic figure is quite strange. It is a race of night elves that should not appear on this continent.
Most of them are blindfolded, dual-wielding or carrying strange crescent-shaped weapons.
One of the demon hunters strode towards the bare-chested Illidan and whispered: "My lord, the food is guaranteed. That one is right to lead the way."
"Very good! I said it's no problem." Illidan said proudly.
"Their accents, mouth habits, and names... they don't look like compatriots."
"What are you worried about? They have the same skin color as us, swore the same oath, and sacrificed their eyes." Illidan pulled back his eyepatch, revealing a pair of empty eye sockets burned by evil magic.
There are no eyeballs, only the ghostly fire constructed by the power of the devil.
This is the biggest symbol of the Demon Hunter!
He mutilated his eyes to better sense the power of the devil!
Anyone who does this means they will never be able to return to their countrymen who believe in the teachings of nature and the goddess Elune.
Illidan really couldn't understand. If this didn't count as surrender, what else would?
At this time, the mysterious leading party came again.
[Muxue Anran]: "Imperial Army, please come this way!"
