Chapter 939 Special attack special transformation (seeking monthly ticket)
It can't be said that McDonald's security is not effective.
Almost as soon as Valeera shouted out and rushed forward, standing aside, Liadrin, dressed in casual clothes, pulled out a short-handled warhammer and shield from the space bag and blocked it in front of McDonald. Queen Xi's figure was ghostly.
Appeared at the window, opened the [Lightning Strike Bow] to block the attacker's retreat.
The eight guard knights guarding the door, as well as Lor'themar who was transferred as a toolman, only took two seconds to rush in.
Macdonald's voice and the gesture of raising his right hand made everyone stop as if under a petrifying spell.
Maiev? I seem to have heard this name before?
Lor'themar was the quickest to react, with a startled expression on his face and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The mysterious man in front of him was wearing a heavy horn-shaped full-face helmet, revealing only a pair of very bright eyes with a faint white light. Looking over, he saw that under the sharp angular shoulder armor, he was completely covered by thick robes, making it difficult to see.
Halal.
But in full view of everyone, she put the strange-shaped weapon [Judge's Wheel] that seemed to be used by King Jinlun with her left hand on the ground, touched her left shoulder with her right hand, and knelt down on one knee.
this……
Anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that this is the etiquette for a vassal to meet his lord, and it is the human version.
A neutral female voice sounded: "See you Maiev Shadowsong. I don't know, should I call you Hawke Star? Sunstar? Or...McZhaji?"
Liadrin put the hammer back and slapped her forehead, looking like she couldn't bear to look at it.
Women are always particularly sensitive at times like this.
It's like a couple who are passionately in love and a woman suddenly comes to their home. Even if she is a housekeeper, the man has done nothing. At this time, women are often born in the year of the dog, and they will know whether their own 'territory' is there when they smell it.
was invaded.
Everyone knows that McDonald was working for Nozdormu and secretly traveled back in time thousands of years to go to the War of the Ancients.
Anyone with long ears around Macdonald knows this: This guy traveled through time and space to show off, and he chopped off Sargeras with an axe. In addition, he incurred a love debt, which made Tyrande bother him every time he got the chance ten thousand years later.
A group of high elves here guard against fire, theft and priests day and night.
No matter how you calculate it, whether it was ten thousand years ago or the time after McDonald's return, even the three Windrunner sisters came to power later.
They have no so-called official position, and there is no way they can accuse someone because they like McDonald one-sidedly. Excellent men will never lack admirers around them.
The number of suitors for League hero McDonald Ken is definitely in the tens of thousands.
If you have to deal with everyone, if there is a harem strife or something, wouldn't that mean a massacre?
Since everyone around McDonough was sighing, Lor'themar would naturally understand: "My lord, shall we retreat first?"
What else could McDonald say, he could only pretend to be businesslike: "Well, this is a distinguished guest from the night elves. Don't neglect him."
The guards retreated like an ebbing tide. Queen Xi glanced at McDonald and jumped down. Her look was a bit strange. If it were before, she would have been like a hen guarding her chicks, protecting her territory.
I don't know whether she's turned her back or something recently, but ever since McDonald's game of How to Train Your Dragon, she has acquiesced and won't deliberately give him any look.
He, Liadrin, Valeera, and Maiev were the only ones left in the huge study.
"Do we need to retreat?" Liadrin asked.
Mai bared his teeth, feeling a little guilty, but immediately became firm again: "There's no need, there's nothing shameful about the matter between me and Sir Maiev Shadowsong."
Me, I didn’t get on the bus, why should I be asked to pay for my ticket!?
Me, I just saw Maiev climbing on the table.
Looking at a girl with purple body, who would be a serious person?
The woman who transformed into a purple sweet potato is definitely an existence beyond the limits of my XP system.
I’m not a [king or minister], it doesn’t matter if I’m a mother...
When Mr. Mai thought of this, he felt confident and straightened his waist a lot.
His somewhat amusing behavior was both funny and irritating in Liadrin's eyes. She at least knew that when McDonald's went to War of the Ancients, he really didn't touch anyone, well, in a physical sense.
Maiev was noncommittal about McDonald's statement.
"Please allow me to remove my armor."
"No problem!"
Maiev raised her hands and slowly held up the huge horned helmet, first revealing a single white ponytail.
Wait! White hair?
When the armor is taken off, the delicate face revealed is quite fair, and there are no facial lines commonly used by night elves. The most important thing is that she is no longer a purple sweet potato spirit!
Wait! It’s also about beauty!?
After taking off the shoulder armor and taking off the thick dark green robe-like cloak, what was revealed was a low-cut tight outfit.
Mai was shocked: No! Oh, I'm dead!
The Maiev in front of him overturned all his previous impressions of Maiev. All the poisonous points that hindered him from distorting Maiev were all gone.
That kind of fair skin is almost that of a high elf. Only if you look very carefully can you see a light purple layer under the skin.
"Maev, you, you, your skin..." McDonald couldn't speak clearly.
Maiev smiled mysteriously: "Although the Kaldorei hate trolls, we are indeed descended from trolls. The color of the Kaldorei's skin has something to do with the troll bloodline in the body. The more the kaldorei return to their ancestors, the greater their power. On the contrary, if
A large amount of the power of the Moon Goddess is injected into the body, and the power bonus brought by the troll blood is eliminated, and the skin color will be like this."
Conspiracy!
It's definitely a conspiracy!
McDonald immediately deduced everything. After Maiev knew that he was not a night elf noble, but a human hero who was entrusted by the Bronze Dragon King to save the situation, Maiev had already started planning his 'transformation'.
With white skin, beauty, and white hair, this... this is completely a special attack on the Chinese!
Almost every feature scratches someone's XP system itch!
Seeing McDonald's discomfort, surprise, and unwillingness to accept her but also being amazed by her, Maiev proudly put her hands on her hips, showing off her elegant body curves, and comfortably enjoying McDonald's attention gift.
Maiev's mind echoed the vow she made ten thousand years ago: The person I love is a legendary hero from the future. When we meet again, I will definitely step on the [flickering] light and ask for an explanation!
They were silent for five seconds, one loved to watch and the other loved to see.
McDonald coughed awkwardly and tactically: "Ahem! My intelligence agent said that you were very angry. In order to hunt down Illidan, you chased into the Dark Temple and were... almost captured?"
This is also the original history.
Maiev asked curiously: "I am angry, and this is all because of you!"
"Uh, isn't Jarod your brother?"
"Yes! But he is your vassal first! I am chasing Illidan for your glory. Now that you are here, I can't deal with Illidan alone, so of course I will come back to you first."
