As soon as Tyrande was nice to someone, that person immediately shrank back silently.
Here, the tacit understanding between the two Windrunner sisters is absolutely divine. At the same time, they stepped forward to protect McDonald.
"Huh?" Tyrande squinted his eyes with a playful expression.
It was hard to explain before, but now, I understand everything I need to know.
McDonald, this bitch, is a typical person who is verbally dissatisfied with physical integrity. He refuses all verbal attacks. When he gets straight to A, this guy will break things again and go to eat late night snacks every night.
The two sisters understand this very well.
If I had known better and started getting started, I wouldn’t have had to worry about it for so many years.
On the other hand, knowing that bitch Mai is not likely to stand the test, while taking care of Kalia's feelings, the two of them must be consistent in speaking to the outside world - fire protection, theft protection and priest protection!
The most terrifying thing in the world is the magician. Once McDonald is successfully brainwashed and becomes a fanatical believer, he can do anything.
No, as soon as the construction of Cenarion Fortress started ahead, news came out that there was a huge Twilight's Hammer camp to the west, and a group of bad guys were resisting the Horde and Alliance armies.
The night elves may not be like that, but the thousands of years of hostility between the high elves and the night elves still affects them both.
As long as you have been a thief for ten thousand years, you will not be able to guard against thieves for ten thousand years, but... you can guard against thieves for a while.
Tyrande smiled: "Pfft, why are you so nervous? I don't know how to eat people."
"It's hard to say."
The last guy who said this, every time he devoured the Stratholme heirs, he would...
"Ah!" Before McDonald could tell the truth, he was pinched hard by Queen Xi and screamed on the spot.
It’s hard to say who won the pot.
"Oh, hehe, let's do that. I still have official duties." The high priest bowed gracefully and exited.
In the eyes of outsiders, the leader of the alliance must be very busy at this time.
In fact, after the first bunker was built at the Black Dragon 'Post' and Mr. Mai moved the so-called headquarters into it, there was nothing going on without McDonald.
As someone who was inhumanely captured and used as a tool by his father during the Liusha Open Door Incident, Mr. Mai knows very well how miserable this mess is.
The player selected as the representative for collecting materials must be the much-anticipated Liver Emperor.
Probably, such tragic adjectives as 'all the space in the body's torso is packed with liver' were specially used to describe this hard-working man.
The normal approach is that after discovering the Zerg uprising in Silithus, mortal heroes must find Barristers, the Warden of Quicksand, and use the dragon head of Blackwing Lair's boss Leshrel to win the children of Nozdormu.
of goodwill.
This step is quite simple. Due to the relationship between McDonald and Nozdormu, they can bypass the meeting with the younger brother below. McDonald can just raise his head to meet each other.
When Lechrel wanted to surrender, MacDonald wouldn't allow it, so he was on guard against this move.
There is nothing you can do next.
The Bronze Dragon needs the coalition forces to prove its determination to conquer C'Thun, and even if Macdonald personally comes to Nozdormu, he will not be able to avoid it.
"This involves the laws of time and space. It can only be reduced, not reduced. And this is the cornerstone of power of the [Quicksand Scepter]."
Let McDonald's talk about it and get a 10% discount.
If you can't help it, then let's eat the liver.
The Bronze Dragon requires a huge amount of [Alien Scorpion Shell Fragments].
Well, after Mr. Mai counted to about eight digits, his vision went dark.
This thing is not just about casually killing Qiraji. It requires [Nozdormu Agent] to be present and kill the bugs on the spot. The killing distance should not exceed 200 yards from the agent.
According to a certain Dragon King, this is ‘re-integrating the rebels who go against the flow of time into the order of time’.
Yes! To put it bluntly, liver is still needed.
The biggest benefit Mai asked for was to get the adjutant of one hundred agents in advance.
If you want to obtain more adjutant status, you must turn in more insect shells.
McDonald rolled his eyes, turned to face Darion Mograine, put his hands on the young man's shoulders, and said sternly: "Young warrior! The important task of destroying the evil bugmen is given to me.
You. You want to represent the alliance and become the agent of the Bronze Dragon King. While annihilating the Zerg, you will share the glory of justice with more people..."
McDonald said a lot of upright words, and Darian's blood boiled with enthusiasm at first. After coming out of the Cave of Time, he took a closer look and realized there was something wrong.
Darian thought: Huh? That's not right! Brother McDonald is not much older than me.
Immediately the young handsome man smiled bitterly.
It’s all about this damn seniority and status!
McDonald's is only in his early 20s now. He is not old but has a lot of seniority.
He is the founder of the alliance who promoted the establishment of the alliance, an outstanding person who led the three Dark Portal battles, and the leader of the alliance.
As the absolute core figure of the alliance, he can sit on the front lines of the battlefield, which is an excellent performance in itself. Not to mention that he will lead the team deep into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj to fight against the ancient evil god C'Thun.
Darien smiled bitterly: "Isn't it just a matter of not sleeping for a few days? Compared with the alliance leader fighting against the evil god, this is nothing."
So the Gan Emperor took action.
What is slightly unexpected is that Varok will take 50 deputy lieutenants as soon as he opens his mouth.
"The warriors of the Horde are here to defeat the evil ancient gods, not for a vacation." King Saurfang said that I can't find fault with my willingness to go through fire and water for Azeroth.
"The justice of this land is maintained by the Kaldorei! You know, the [War of Quicksand] relied on the power of the Kaldorei." Fandral Staghelm stood up without hesitation, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
The situation suddenly became interesting.
The two sides looked like they were fighting for spots, and it felt like at the end, even the official clerk's written records were written in roaring style.
Only then did McDonald realize that maybe the prophet (magic stick) in the tribe had realized something. The Insect Shell had the reputation of a bronze dragon.
Finally, McDonald's had the final say.
"The tribe will get 40 lieutenants, and the Alliance will get 60. On the Alliance side, the night elves will get 30, the humans will get 20, the werewolves will get 5, and the dwarves and gnomes will get 5. Whichever team can get enough insect shells to exchange for the new adjutant position?
Just give it to whichever company. The materials handed over to each other will be calculated separately."
"Very good!" Varok agreed.
"That's it!" Fandral glared across the audience, looking like he was holding back all his energy.
After the meeting, Tyrande came to visit the night elves during office hours, making McDonald feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"There's something you can't say tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow will be too late! What's more, for our people, it's daytime for humans now!" Tyrande looked at the aggrieved Mai with a half-smile, and Queen Xi, who was still blushing but glaring.
