Tyrande admitted that his mentality was actually unbalanced.
From the moment Illidan surrendered to the Queen, she was unbalanced. Originally, she could not think of how to refute or fight back, but when she got along with someone from Mai, she accidentally learned too many of his idioms and wise sayings.
"It's better for Azshara to marry Sargeras than to marry a tauren. At least she won't have to break many bones on the wedding night."
"Tauren, if you just carry on, you might be able to pass."
As the saying goes, strategically despise the enemy, but tactically pay attention to the enemy.
In order to eliminate the influence of Ravencrest, a royalist, in the resistance, McDonald's had to pour dirty water on Azshara. In fact, this is not dirty water. The resistance has no absolute evidence that the queen has rebelled.
You can figure it out!
At that time, McDonald reasoned like this in front of everyone - you, Kangkang, don't have a Kaldorei-looking guy in the Burning Legion, no, anyone who looks like a human is a large creature.
If the queen follows you, will she still be in her true form? She must have been deformed long ago.
Well, as for what shape it will take, that's up to your imagination.
Anyway, everyone sighed after hearing this, and all thought - instead of taking advantage of those disgusting monsters, why not take advantage of me?
This kind of calculation is reasonable and well-founded, and the Kaldorei is convinced.
In the past, the female night elves in the resistance did not refute, nor were they willing to defend the queen. At most, they would scold Queen Azshara for being shameless.
For some reason, at this moment, all these became the pillars of her soul (ammunition for counterattack).
When she was cursed and crushed, the queen's whole body stiffened. Even for just a moment, she had the idea of fixing Tyrande. But the reserve of being a queen allowed her to control her evil thoughts.
The queen turned half of her face and sneered: "Vashqi, tell her who I am."
As the Queen's personal maid, Vashqi was, among other things, extremely skilled in the art of flattery. She immediately bowed and said in a measured voice, like chanting a sutra:
"Listen, you humble maggot in the cell over there, whether you will become a part of the mud in this dirty cell in the future, or become a begging banshee under the great true god Sargeras, you will always be nothing but
I can look up to Her Majesty Queen Azshara, the most beautiful woman in the world, standing at the top of this country forever!"
"Pfft!" Tyrande laughed, she really laughed: "Hahaha! Azshara, the Queen of Death, standing on the mountain of corpses of her people? Very good! Very powerful! Tyrande* Whisperwind is here
This is my tribute to you——"
Queen Azshara swayed slightly, snorted coldly, and let her maid carry the hem of her robe out of the cell.
It was only at this moment that Tyrande noticed that when she came in, every inch of the ground she walked on was cast by an upper elf mage, and every step she took was first covered with a carpet with a hexagonal snowflake pattern.
This kind of frost carpet, created instantly with the ultimate magic art, also has anti-slip function. The only purpose of a mage's groveling is to prevent the beautiful queen from being stained by the filth of the mortal world.
"Is this the Queen? It's so funny!" Tyrande smiled, she was really sneering!
Although this kind of tit-for-tat may go against the oracle of the goddess Elune, it is very relieving.
Illidan left, like a dog, wagging a tail that couldn't be seen or touched, but it must be there, and followed the queen.
As for whether he truly surrendered to the Queen and the Burning Legion, Tyrande suddenly felt that this matter was no longer important.
She wouldn't be surprised if Illidan came back to save him. On the contrary, she firmly believed that she wouldn't have the sense of surprise that she would have after a disaster, and she might even feel a little sick.
The Queen and her entourage left, and silence returned to the cell.
From the moment she was captured, Tyrande had not had a drop of water, which was very uncomfortable. It was obvious that this was the torture of her enemies.
Enemies cannot harm her, but they can use her life instinct to harm herself.
Eating, drinking and having diarrhea are the most basic needs of life.
The other party obviously wanted her to make a fool of herself and succumb to her survival instinct.
"Goddess! Guide me -" Tyrande closed her eyes in this uncomfortable position and started praying again.
After an unknown amount of time, her ears twitched.
Who's coming again!
As a priest of the moon god, Tyrande is very sensitive to powers other than Elune.
She smelled that filthy evil energy as soon as she stepped into the cell.
This made her sick.
"You must give up. I will not give in. You will only get my body." Tyrande opened her eyes and stared at the eredar wizard in front of her.
"You're very energetic, but it's a pity that your voice is a bit hoarse, otherwise it would be more powerful."
The other party's words didn't seem to be in the same dimension as Tyrande, which made Tyrande a little stunned.
"Hmph!" Tyrande was about to argue when the other party suddenly pulled out a big thing.
"Don't talk, keep your mouth shut, and taste it carefully!"
"Uuuuuu——"
Initially, Tyrande was staring angrily at the opponent's disgusting red skin, but then she realized something was wrong - the power of the Moon Goddess had been protecting her, which allowed the demons to twist or pull her limbs, but once they entered
To the point where it hurts her, she will be stopped immediately by the power of the goddess.
At this moment, the opponent's water bottle suddenly broke through the shield of the goddess's power and hit her mouth directly.
Tyrande subconsciously thought: If it was poison or something else, I would be doomed.
Not really!
She is extremely familiar with these liquids. From the time she joined the Sisterhood of Elune, to becoming a priest, a high priest, and now about to become a high priest, she has been drinking this stuff every day - this is the water from the Moon Well!
How could she not know whether the well water was contaminated?
"Gu Gu Gu Gu!" Her eyes were full of question marks. She wanted to ask why, but her extremely thirsty body honestly accepted this pot of holy water purified by Elune herself.
If you’re not full, at least you’re drunk.
Tyrande felt that her body had strength again.
She realized something and stared in surprise at the other person's eyes, which were completely different from those of the Eredar. Those were the eyes of Kaldorei. She subconsciously lowered her voice: "You..."
McDonald's right index finger pressed on Tyrande's slightly cracked red lips: "Shh!"
The next second, Tyrande was surprised to see another face under the eredar wizard's mask.
If McDonald hadn't tightly covered her mouth, she would have screamed and been born.
Her beautiful eyes were widened to the extreme, experiencing fright, surprise and feverish excitement in just one second!
"Have you calmed down?" McDonald asked quietly.
"Yeah." Tyrande nodded vigorously.
"I'll slowly let go of your mouth now, don't scream."
Letting go of her hand, Tyrande saw McDonald quickly remove the shackles of evil energy on her body with a few strokes of a fluorescent green energy stone.
"Be careful, there's an alarm..." Before Tyrande could finish his words, he saw that he easily disarmed the alarm system without any hesitation or hesitation.
