Girls, most of them are never very confident about their appearance.
Unless the difference is too big, no one will admit defeat.
By the way, if she loses to Queen Azshara, the most beautiful woman in the night elves, it would not be an injustice.
Maiev's strong self-esteem was not hurt at least: as long as she didn't lose to that damn Tyrande...
Ahem!
She didn't know that in Mai's heart, she was so defeated that she even lost her pants.
It's too far away. At least at this moment, Maiev froze completely. She finally realized that she was not in the same dimension as someone's thinking mode.
I can't describe how she feels now when she is crawling on the table. In short, she is very embarrassed.
Even if the other party touches her D-class conscience and tells her that he has no feelings for her, that's fine!
McDonald behaved like an extremely gentleman. He helped Maiev gently pull up her collar and said with a smile: "Don't look at the present, but look at the future. Those who have a big mole must have great ambitions! Understand?"
Maiev's face turned red instantly, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah!"
The next second, the graceful female figure turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the Marquis' study.
A hearty laughter of "Hahaha!" floated out from behind Tuliu.
I'll be happy once I peel it off!
In the next few days, Jarod became much more silent.
It was so serious that even McDonald noticed it.
Absolutely amazing!
I co-authored [McDonald’s Hardest Bone to Crack] and traveled across time and space to War of the Ancients to be a psychotherapist?
"My lord, are you looking for me?" Jarod remained humble after being called to McDonald's study.
McDonald clasped his hands together and put his fingertips against his lower lip: "I don't want to accuse you of anything. But the rumors you heard about your sister are not true."
Jarod's heart was obviously beating hard: "I'm sorry, my lord, I..."
"No need to explain, it is true that she became my exclusive priest. However, the first time she met me, she persuaded me to remove you from your position as commander, because she felt that you were not capable. You suddenly rose to a high position,
Often this is not luck, but disaster!"
Surprised, then relieved.
My dearest sister, Mo Ruodi!
Of course, Jarod knew that his sister was unhappy with him. In a sense, she was doing it for his own good, and Jarod suddenly felt warm in his heart.
"Then we made a bet. She said you couldn't do it, and I said you could."
What the hell kind of bet does it take for someone to see his brother so clearly?
Jarod was already smiling bitterly.
Unexpectedly, Mai's next sentence was: "And the bet is herself."
The face of the dark elf handsome guy suddenly became stiff. If this were true, wouldn't it be true for the rumor that he "reached the position through nepotism"?
"My lord, I..."
"Don't think too highly of your sister!" McDonald shouted sharply, scolding Jarod on the spot: "There are noble daughters who are more beautiful than your sister, but those useless nobles are vying to send their daughters to their door. If I can bring them
The soldiers have entered the city of Azshara, what else is waiting for me, do you know?"
A high-ranking priest of the Temple of the Moon is valuable, but not that valuable, especially a priest who has lost the favor of the goddess.
"That's right, Jarod, I asked you to do this because only you can do it, and those losers can't do it. It has nothing to do with Maiev Shadowsong."
Jarod suddenly understood and bowed excitedly: "I understand! I'm sorry to bother my Lord with such a trivial matter."
"Understood, just go down. I have received a reply from the tauren, and they expressed their willingness to join the coalition. Then I will add some burdens to you. In addition to the tauren, it is very likely that a group of wilderness gods and even dragons will join our coalition.
Among them, I will give you the authority of deputy commander-in-chief, and you will have full authority to coordinate and direct the battles of all races."
"Ah this..." Jarod was a little dumbfounded. No matter how smart and capable he was, he still felt weird inside.
I was able to lead the night elf division well, but why was I suddenly left to lead the lower races?
This is a matter of vision. Most night elves think they are the best in the world. Except for the dragons, most night elves are scum.
Jarod was replaced just after he had led the troops, and it felt like he had been plucked.
McDonald added: "In the eyes of outsiders, I have demoted you, but when you can command an army of millions, including even the demigod Cenarius, how do you think your compatriots will treat you?"
When Jarod heard this, his spirits perked up and he suddenly felt radiant.
"I understand, I will live up to my lord's expectations!"
Jarod ran away.
MacDonald sent Jarod away, which to some extent also calmed the grievances of the elven nobles. It turns out that in history, these guys rushed to the ground and then pretended to be Hokage. They gave the military power to Jarod and tried it.
Who knew it would be more popular than [Bo Ren Zhuan].
In this life, with the noble light of Mr. Mai, their arrogance has risen again.
It seems that I have to find time to give away these combustible wastes again...
By chance, Macdonald saw a sad-looking Tyrande while inspecting Black Crow Fortress.
"Good evening, Your Excellency, High Priest of Whisperwind."
"Good evening, Your Excellency, Alliance Leader!" Tyrande hurriedly returned the greeting.
"Are you worried?"
"This... this is just a small matter, don't worry about it." Tyrande looked a little flinched.
"Are you worried that other priests won't listen to your orders?" McDonald put it bluntly.
"Ah!" Tyrande, who was still acting immature at this time, was immediately frightened, and his heart entered a deer rush state, so he almost called the police on the spot.
Well, it seems that there is no such thing as calling the police in this world.
When a high priest, a very important quality is honesty.
Tyrande hesitated for a second, then nodded silently: "Yes."
McDonald didn't know about Tyrande's deer collision. He only knew that just by looking at such an innocent Tyrande, he could rush.
Ahem! I am a serious person!
"You don't have to worry about Maiev." McDonald almost said, "Other than knowing that she has great ambitions, I am not familiar with her": "She does question your ability. Then you should show better performance
Just respond to the world, like Jarod Shadowsong."
"I am indeed better at healing magic... But, I can't lead troops... The duty of the high priest is to lead the members of the Sisterhood of Elune in battle." Tyrande was so anxious that she almost wanted to cry.
Wow! So cute!
Love it, love it!
Has Tyrande ever been so young?
"Are you afraid of close combat?"
"This is a bit..."
McDonald almost wanted to laugh out loud when he heard this. Tyrande, the moon-warming god of war in later generations who wielded a kitchen knife to kill people, expressed dissatisfaction.
"So are you good at archery?"
Tyrande hesitated for a moment and replied conservatively: "Another one hundred million points."
"Then the first thing you have to do is to observe the traveling speeds of your comrades and different demons. When you have a good idea of the movement speeds of the various types of troops on both sides, you will be able to learn what [Support Shooting] is!"
