When Tyrande was captured, although she could feel the love from Elune all the time, as her physical strength and spirit weakened, she always felt like a drowning person being dragged into the deep sea. There must be endless things waiting for her.
despair.
She didn't know how long she could carry it, but she only knew that even Elune couldn't use her supreme power to save her.
When I was rescued, it felt like I had finally come to the surface after a long period of darkness——
The moment I open my eyes...
The brilliant stars seemed to travel through time and space, turning into droplets and falling into the eyes...
The boundless waves brushed my face, my tears and the smell of home were both salty...
Only the heart is sweet!
Ridiculous?
ridiculous!
Of course she felt the Stormrage brothers' love for her, and she had prayed countless times that either one of them, or both, would come to save her.
However, the person who rescued her was not Malfurion, the honest man she trusted most, nor Illidan, the most extreme and unconventional person, but a mysterious human who disguised himself as a Kaldorei and infiltrated the resistance alliance leader.
If this is a peaceful and prosperous age suitable for eating and waiting to die, choosing an honest person is undoubtedly the most appropriate choice, so that you can live your life safely without any surprises.
These are troubled times, and no one knows whether he will die suddenly in the next second. Although Malfurion is usually good, at critical moments, his hips are too stretched, which makes Tyrande despair.
What about Illidan?
They all jumped under the queen's shoes.
Maybe one day he will be able to achieve a high position and gain the Queen's trust.
But can she wait until that day?
Perhaps by then she had already been ravaged in every possible way and degenerated into a succubus or something.
With the comparison, a man who called himself Mai Jiji came into being.
In this way, he used his wisdom to stir up the general trend of resistance against the Burning Legion, and also stirred up her already desperate heart.
It was obvious that he had ignited her passion for life and love, but he was about to dedicate his soul and heart to the world.
Can she say no?
Can she stop him?
cannot!
Any obstruction would be a blasphemy against the soaring passion that will never return in order to save the world!
Tyrande was both drunk and heartbroken!
The final battle has nothing to do with her.
She is far from the peerless strongman in later generations who is skilled in bow and tiger, can shoot down stars from a distance, and can kill demons with her hands at close range.
She is too immature now.
The Moon Goddess banned her from participating in the war!
She could only stay there in silence, silently watching McDonald's handsome figure go further and further away and disappear on the horizon.
She made a decision...
"Hero from the other side of time and space! I look forward to the day when I can meet you again——"
McDonald walked away gracefully, said hello to Luo Ning, and then ran to ride Ysera straight into the sky.
"Huh? I seem to have forgotten something?" McDonald shook his head and felt that nothing seemed to be wrong: "Well, since I can't remember it, it shouldn't be something important, forget it."
He forgot to say goodbye to Maiev.
This was what Maiev couldn't bear the most, because she knew that McDonald had said goodbye to Tyrande.
When Maiev found out that McGee had left without saying goodbye, she was stunned for a long time, and she secretly swore a poisonous oath - the person I love is a legendary hero from the future, and when we meet again, I will definitely walk on the path of [Flickering]
Light, come and ask for a (he) said (dog) law (fate)!
Preparation for a big war can be said to be long or short.
Basically, Jarod Shadowsong mobilized all the troops that could be mobilized on the frontal battlefield and started fighting directly.
This is not rushed!
Now all the people of Azeroth know how powerful the enemy is.
In terms of quantity and quality alone, this is a losing battle.
Every time the Rebel Alliance becomes stronger, the portal of the Well of Eternity will expand by one point, and ten more demons will enter this world!
Even if there is a miraculous exchange ratio of one to one hundred, the rebels will still lose.
…
The wind of evil energy mixed with the fishy smell turned into thousands of threads and passed through the battlefield, and the gravel was like smoke and dust across the lifeless cursed land.
The sky has long lost its original color, and only thick dark green ominous clouds that cover the sky can be seen rolling overhead.
The commander-in-chief of the resistance army, Jarod Shadowsong, stood like a straight halberd on the back of the night saber, looking down at everything in front of him.
Accompanied by the sound of powerful horns, the charge of the resistance forces immediately made the earth tremble.
The tiny stone fragments moved forward like waves with the pace of the charge. They seemed to have become soldiers, and together they launched a desperate charge towards the ominous magic vortex above the Well of Eternity.
The armies of all races were like a carpet being spread out, extending towards the densely packed group of demons on the opposite side.
One after another, the giant dragons flapped their huge wings and flew over Jarod's head, killing the demon air force ahead.
The rebels, who had a rare fortune, pulled out a large group of mages. Dath'Remar Sunstrider led the mages to perform war magic, causing the purple-blue light pulses constructed from arcane energy to move forward in a cascade.
They are connected to each other, like a fishing net spread out, covering the demons of the Burning Legion.
"Rumble--"
The heavy rain of magic poured down on various demons first, blooming into deadly flowers of elements.
This is a life-and-death war!
Roars, screams, curses, and the sound of weapons clashing filled the entire battlefield almost in the first second of the battle.
It was obviously an extremely fierce battle, but Jarod's expression was peaceful. Standing on the hill, he seemed to be quietly listening to a distant song.
Gently holding his long hair blown by the wind, Jarod subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Although as the commander-in-chief, there is actually not much he can do, which is to put reserve teams into a certain front that is almost collapsing.
The rest is a display of individual strength.
On the battlefield in front of us, no matter whether we win or lose, it is a failure for the resistance.
The only chance of victory is in the air!
"Come on! Heroes from the future—" Jarod suddenly sang a Kaldorei war song.
It was a song about a Kaldorei hero who resolutely set out on the battlefield to protect his lover.
The personal guards around him sang along, and then it spread to the entire Kaldorei army, and even all the reserves.
That song, like the wind traveling thousands of miles, crossed the battlefield, carrying countless expectations and hopes, and reached the ears of McDonald and the Dragon Kings.
It feels really amazing.
Thousands of voices overlap each other;
Thousands of wills converge into one.
With the consciousness of sacrifice, they put their only hope in McDonald.
McDonald was clearly riding a giant dragon, but he couldn't see anything through the thick black clouds and fog. He just felt that there were countless blurry faces, and thousands of eyes were cast on him.
"Are you scared?" Ysela suddenly turned the tap and asked. She was worried that McDonald was under too much pressure and would not perform properly.
McDonald smiled brightly: "It should be Sargeras who is afraid!"
