The tribe obediently led the people to run away. This made McDonald feel relieved. He hugged Queen Xi and sighed: "I still like to deal with smart people. It seems that people like Sal always have traces to follow when doing things. I
You can calculate his next step and the next step."
"Who do you dislike the most?"
"Garrosh Hellscream."
"Why?"
"He can even twist Q?"
"Huh?" Queen Xi showed a rare expression of cuteness. No matter how much she accepted the cultural output, she still couldn't understand this game slang.
McDonald didn't explain.
This principle is like the strongest king going to play the bronze game. Sometimes it is very uncomfortable. Every prediction you make is always incompatible with the thinking circuit of the brainless guy.
You think he is coming up with A, but he immediately uses his big move to show respect.
You thought he was going to zoom in, but he just switched the screen and fought against the keyboard warrior, saying that his penis could be as long as A to Z, but it turned out that it was your turn to misjudge and use the ultimate move.
You can win after all, but after winning, you always feel that you have lost a lot of IQ, almost to the point of doubting your life.
The tribe obediently went away. The Alliance breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on mobilizing resources to Shadowmoon Valley.
It's time to deal with Illidan.
As the biggest sufferer of Illidan's betrayal, Tyrande could not help but make a 'personal call'.
"I can't go to Outland this time, so... please give Illidan a dignified death!"
Hearing this order, McDonald felt very strange.
What kind of penicillium bamboo horse is this? Long live Illidan?
As expected of these childhood friends, one loves twistedly and the other hates directly.
McDonald's conscience finally rebuked him and he couldn't let go. After all, it was a bit unfair that the blame was taken on an egg: "Is this really good?"
Tyrande didn't expect that it was MacDonald who persuaded her. She was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the actions of a certain time traveler, she really got a little nervous: Could I have really wronged Illidan?
After a second thought, she stopped thinking: "No matter what Illidan's purpose was, it was too late. He betrayed my trust, and even the trust of the entire night elves, and trampled on all the goodness in the world. I am grateful.
You're considerate, but you really don't have to worry about me."
McDonald was dejected.
This was done in a very unethical manner, and was done too thoroughly, leaving no trace for Tyrande.
Injuring Jarod back then was tantamount to offending the noble faction who wanted to favor Jarod, as well as Elune, who planned to use Jarod as a bargaining chip. Tyrande was already under great pressure to protect him.
Ten thousand years later, he was rescued from Maiev, and he endured the pressure from the [Watchers] and all neutral factions.
As the leader of the clan, she has tolerated her childhood sweetheart over and over again, so she doesn't have to mix it up. Unless there is absolute evidence to prove Illidan's innocence and justice, she must represent the entire night elves.
Illidan dies.
It was a coincidence that since Garrod was affiliated with McDonald, it was completely reasonable for McDonald to take action.
After talking about the business, Mai complained and casually said that the night elves were incompetent and didn't send many people to support them. Tyrande's eyes turned resentful.
"Isn't it enough that you took the whole [Watcher]?"
"Well, it stands to reason..." Just when McDonald was about to say that [Watcher] had been his subordinate for a long time, Tyrande suddenly interrupted him.
"Huh! I won't lose to Maiev!" After saying that, she suddenly cut off the communication, leaving McDonald stunned for three seconds.
This scene had such a two-dimensional sense of déjà vu that McDonald was at a loss for what to do.
Tyrande has been criticized by Maiev for ten thousand years. Does she really have no temper at all?
What a joke.
In the beginning, she was indeed an underqualified priest, relying on her own talent and Elune's divine grace to make a living. After being a leader for ten thousand years, the abilities and magnanimity that she should have developed as a leader have long been developed.
It is precisely because Maiev and other Watchers have formed their own faction under Elune's deliberate protection that she has nothing to do against Maiev.
This doesn't mean that she doesn't have a competitive mentality with Maiev.
Why should she give it to Maiev when everyone is chasing the same savior hero?
Be it a good man or a good woman, whoever wants to succeed will either succeed through mercy and humility, or he will rob her.
Maiev entered McDonald's circle first, and Tyrande was still blocked from the outside. How could she be willing to do so?
It's just this dog-like declaration that makes McDonald feel a little funny.
"What a pity." McDonald muttered to himself.
Tyrande was working under Elune for one day, but Macdonald didn't dare to touch her for one day. Elune is an ally now, but in the future, President Sha will be on the street, so that may not be the case.
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly discovered that Maiev, who had become his bodyguard like Valeela, had changed a lot in her clothes.
The original Maiev was heavily dressed, with a thick cloak covering her body 360 degrees all day long, but now she is much cooler, the cloak has become a cloak, it is still translucent, and she only has one piece of leather armor on her body.
Show off your body curves.
Looking at the V-shaped white light, McDonald quickly lowered his head and looked away. This was not because he was annoyed, but simply because he felt it was a bit too abrupt.
His small movement made the corners of Maiev's mouth slightly raise.
The Watchers in this life did not suffer much loss, and 90% of their members remained. Maiev was angry, but she was quite restrained. She just stayed far behind Illidan and did not pursue him forcefully.
As a result, Maiev became Macdonald's valet, and the Watchers became Macdonald's peripheral soldiers, acting as the more peripheral troops of the Stratholme Knights' personal guards.
Not mentioning these small things, in the overall situation, the main force of the alliance is stationed in the west of the Dark Temple, and they have set up their formation at the three intersections leading to the north and south roads. The old rules, the infrastructure maniacs are doing it.
The Dark Temple sits east and looks west. If you take the east area of the core area as the center, it will look like a fallen [pin] shape. Two huge trapezoidal buildings in the north and south, in conjunction with this area, form a crane wing formation.
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A normal attack would require braving the 20-story building on both sides of the north and south sides, which is written as a temple, read as a fortress, and fight your way into the middle passage before you can enter the temple.
McDonald would never do this reckless style of play a hundred times over.
However, seeing the large number of heavy artillery and super heavy artillery brought in by McDonough, and looking at the black holes, the cannon tubes that could fit the draenei, Velen could not help but see the scene where [Gustav] cleansed the Legion Fortress.
Calm down.
"Dear Lord, the predecessor of the Dark Temple was the Karabor Temple of the Draenei..." Velen began to explain this history to McDonald.
"So?" McDonald spread his hands.
"The Draenei hope that when the Alliance recovers this former Draenei Temple, it will cause as little damage to its architectural structure as possible." Velen chose his words carefully.
