Tyrande floated in like a goddess descending into the mortal world, with amazing charm. Unfortunately, she was as cold as ice, with an evil look on her face, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she glared at Illidan.
"Tylande, why are you here..."
Facing his beloved goddess, Illidan was at a loss and even forgot to kill Brox.
Tyrande came to Brox who was lying on the ground, saw the horrific wounds on the orc's chest and shoulders, and became furious:
"Illidan, you actually hurt a kind-hearted orc. He is so kind, and you can actually do it."
Illidan's face turned red and he quickly said: "Listen to me, Tyrande, this is a beast, with a ferocious temperament, just like his ferocious appearance. I did it for the safety of my people..."
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense. You are too selfish. The Moon God tells us that all races are equal. You actually want to kill an intelligent race. You are committing a crime."
"But, this orc is a potential threat." Like all men who fall in love, Illidan stuttered a little when faced with Tyrande's question and didn't know how to defend himself.
Tyrande turned around and faced Brox's pair of ferocious fangs, showing a look of pity.
"An intelligent race should not suffer such abuse. Illidan, you have disappointed me so much. It turns out that your kindness is all disguise. I really misjudged you."
Tyrande grabbed Brox's hands. The hands were large and thick, and the nails were as sharp as the claws of beasts.
"Be careful, Tyrande, he will attack you. Don't get close to this beast." Illidan was concerned about Tyrande's safety and quickly stepped forward to stop him. Tyrande turned around sharply and glared at Illidan with his almond-shaped eyes.
"Go away, Illidan, stay away from me."
Bang!
A golden light fell, and Tyrande's moonfire spell knocked Illidan over.
In Illidan's current life, no one has been able to defeat him. Tyrande was indeed very strong when she was blessed by the moon god, and ordinary night elves were no match for her.
However, Illidan is a rare genius. If he takes it seriously, he can easily defeat Tyrande, but he cannot take action against the woman he loves.
Lying on his back on the ground, the moonfire spell made his whole body ache, but what hurt him more was his heart. He didn't expect that his beloved Tyrande would attack him for a strange and dangerous orc.
Robbie and Xavius looked at each other and smiled. This was an excellent opportunity.
Tyrande's eyes were sharp and he warned sternly, "Illidan, with me here, you can't even think of hurting this distinguished guest. Go back to your hut, you are not welcome."
Illidan slowly got up, his face was ashen, and he staggered to the side. Robbie stepped forward and grabbed Illidan, and secretly winked at Xavius.
Xavius understood and pulled Illidan into the bushes nearby. This was the time when Illidan was most lost and when he needed his friends the most. Xavius earnestly helped Illidan.
At this moment, Robbie was very alert. He had a premonition that this was a rare opportunity, but he didn't know how to take advantage of it.
Tyrande squatted on the ground and carefully inspected Brox's wounds. Illidan's attack was merciless and had damaged his internal organs, leaving behind a strange energy that continued to destroy Brox's body.
.
Although she felt the body's powerful resilience, Tyrande still realized that the orcs had little chance of survival.
Fortunately, Brox met Tyrande, the priest of the moon god.
"Dear Moon Goddess, please listen to my plea. Please send down your merciful light to heal this poor stranger. He is so merciful..." Tyrande picked up Brox's finger and put it on her cheek.
, praying to the Moon Goddess.
In the silent night sky, the hazy moonlight suddenly became brighter. Tyrande continued to read: "Moon Goddess, use your kindness, your elegance and your love to give me strength and let me cure this noble man.
guest."
Milky white light fell from the sky, and the light of the moon god surrounded Tyrande. She was already a goddess. Under the guidance of Tyrande, the light entered Brox's body and healed his wounds.
The horrific wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was the power of the Moon God. Xavius, who was healing Illidan, looked at all this in shock. He had long known that Tyrande was extremely powerful, but he didn't expect that she still had the power.
Healing power.
In fact, Tyrande has never demonstrated the ability to heal, even when her own people were on the verge of death.
Brooks spit out a mouthful of blood, the wound healed, and he gradually regained consciousness as he slowly recovered.
Krasus and Ronin watched Tyrande heal Brox's wounds. Krasus did not feel any surprise. He was a dragon and had lived a long enough time.
Malfurion has been sleeping all year round, so Krasus doesn't know much about Tyrande, but he knows everything about Tyrande's character and is not surprised at all by her actions.
But Luo Ning couldn't remain calm. You must know that Archmage Luo Ning has always been the winner in life and the focus of everyone's attention.
Unexpectedly, Tyrande turned a blind eye to him, didn't even say hello, but treated a savage orc with great courtesy.
"This is really unreasonable."
Luo Ning felt that he had been insulted, and a resentful expression flashed across his face, but he disguised himself well.
"This is?"
Luo Ning suddenly found a bottle of potion in the corner of the table. Judging from the color of the potion, it should be a very common potion.
While Krasus was not paying attention, he quietly used his mage's hand to take the potion in his hand, opened it and smelled it.
"It is indeed a violent potion."
How come there is a violent potion in this era? Did the night elves have this potion 10,000 years ago?
Luo Ning couldn't be sure, but judging from the formula of the potion, it was obviously from the same era as himself.
"Is it Krasus? Why did you give me a bottle of violent potion?"
Luo Ning was one of the few smart people, and he quickly thought of the use of the violent potion.
"I see, Krasus is a red dragon. Although his magic power is good, his spell operations are not delicate enough, so he gave me this bottle of potion, since Krasus can't stand it anymore. Humph, Tyrande,
You have to pay for your rudeness."
When Ronin was not the Archmage, he was famous in Dalaran for his exquisite magic manipulation.
His spellcasting is very concealed and can be done almost by moving his fingers in his sleeves, making it difficult for others to detect. He is also good at combining various small magics to produce unexpected effects.
There was no need to unscrew the lid of the potion. Luo Ning quietly put the potion in his pocket and pretended to look at the moonlight in the sky. The target of his spell was Brox.
Brox was already awake. He hated Illidan's cruelty and drooled over Tyrande's jade-like white skin. But Tyrande was healing his wounds, and at this moment he was able to control his appetite.
Suddenly, a violent thought came to his mind, and Brox couldn't control his emotions. His eyes immediately turned blood red, and he opened his big mouth and bit down on Tyrande's arm.
ah!
Tyrande's piercing screams echoed in the woods. (To be continued)