Although this beast doesn’t care about his master’s methods, he is still happy to do as he tells him, because he also needs to rest when he needs it.
Trust me, Tyrande, this is a lift. I’ll take care of this forest. I swear, if the Burning Legion wants to get anywhere near here, they have to step over my body first.
Not far away in the forest, a black figure is watching everything that happens here. Arthas lurks quietly in the shadow of the forest. He is waiting for the opportunity to complete the lich and give him evil.
The streets of Silver Moon City in Quel ‘Salas are silent. The ghouls have no wave resources. They know very well that the corpses are not enough to fill their stomachs. This is very pitiful to them. The ravens found that they can eat because the ghouls almost ate them. This may force some scavengers to take risks and attack the unlucky travelers nearby because they need food more than the ghouls.
When the 27th mouse was trampled to death, Lucy’s anxiety gradually turned to strange fear. Several crows circled over her head with malicious intent. Lucy waved her arm menacingly and shouted to them, Get out. Will an ivory tower mage be a good meal? Let’s go. Chapter 9 Before the storm.
Jenna was alone on the high slope outside the Baiyang Valley, looking at Kwai and Salas in the distance. Obviously, she couldn’t see anything unless she prepared enough spells. But this time, she didn’t come to wave her memory to cast this kind of meaningful spell. She came here to rest and looked at the dark dead in the hillside forest. There was a weak smile on her mouth.
At dawn, the Burning Legion will make the attack on this forest without dark protection lose its dark protection, and the weak constitution of the night elves will become the greatest enemy. Wisdom tells her that Medivh said this is their last hope, but she also doesn’t want to believe that after hundreds of battles, the army will be exhausted, and this huge number of enemies will be in front of her. The undead don’t need to rest. It’s not because of the visual problems caused by the night that the night elves can maintain their surprise advantage at night. Jenna is willing to believe that Akmundi will attack desperately.
However, the devil is still cautious. He has been waiting for tens of millions of years. Do you still care about these few hours? Before the storm, the peace weighed on Jenna, so she didn’t want to fight again. This is not important to her, because she has no choice. Under this pressure, she can’t help but think of the training day at the mage tower.
Think of her clumsy with Lucy.
At this moment, the devil seems to feel something and abnormally take off the cloak that has been covering his head.
Jenna tried her best to reach out to the front as if to get information from the wind. Her efforts were futile. Others would recognize Jenna like this. There was a strong feeling that there was another mage in Quel’ Salas. A real mage suddenly had two lines of crystal tears flying from exorcist’s cheeks and into the darkness with the cold.
She is still alive, and she succeeded. exorcist’s whispering horse was covered by high and cold, while a strong desire for survival was born in Jenna’s chest. Somehow, she felt full of fighting energy now.
Crossa vomited violently at the beach in Kalimdor, and his dwarf friends around him complained and waved his hammer and tomahawk with scruples.
I told you not to call the mage. Now you see, the dwarf gloated until the orc could barely pick up his weapon and his ugly face signaled that he should stop.
Pig head, where should we go? The dwarf asked casually while chopping the thorns in front of him. In fact, he didn’t expect Crossa to answer him because he had no goal at all, but he waited for an unexpected answer.
Going further north, I saw that humans were still dwarves, a big camp with strong defense, and the dwarves looked at him in surprise, which made Krosa feel very absent.
You don’t have to look at me like prehistoric animals, and don’t ask me how I know. I don’t know how I know.
No wonder they all call you prophet, but you should tell me less how much way we have to go. Maybe I should let you chop these damn shrubs.
Dear Mockera, if I am as short as you, I would be happy to do so.
It’s not difficult, uh, I mean less. It’s not difficult for me. The dwarf’s eyes are shining with malicious light.
The orc responded to his friend’s slightly threatening joke with a nondescript smile.
We’re fast enough. Maybe we’ll come for breakfast.
In other words, I have to play with these shrubs for three hours.
Shrub dialect
What do you mean, is there something else in this damn forest?
If you keep your voice down a little, we should find that Mokerrama stopped cutting shrubs for a moment. It was so quiet that this dark forest became horrible. The air was full of two people’s heartbeats. Mokerrama heard tiny steps mixed in the dull air as if to deliberately exaggerate this horrible atmosphere.
We were followed. Mockera raised her eyebrows and clenched the hammer in her hand.
This sound should come from a place far away from us.
Far from us, you mean
It’s two kilometers short
In this way, the dwarf’s face, which is two kilometers away, becomes dignified from the beginning, while the orc’s face becomes ugly when he comes.
Just across from our camp, the dwarf finally spoke of his doubts about the Burning Legion.
Crowe sa nodded his head.
Fuck you, no matter who you are, you can’t stop a dwarf from eating his breakfast. The grumpy dwarf speeds up the chopping of wood, while the orcs behind him try to adjust themselves to the most suitable state for fighting. He knows very well that it is uneasy to meet the army and kill a dozen undead in the forest before Lebanon, and it is even more impossible to settle in Karimdo after Lebanon.
Tyrande woke up from her bed and found that her mental state was much better than before, which proved that she had rested for too long. At present, she thought it was a luxury and she could not have rested luxuriously without such a lump in her neck. The priestess cursed Yullian with a wry smile and suddenly a soldier interrupted her cursing.
Tyrande Pavilion was raided while you were resting.
What’s the situation?
Yullian took a group of sisters to the northwest, and then
Then what happened?
Then there was a big explosion, and maybe the department was killed. When I heard this, Tyrande first shocked and then looked at you with suspicion. Are you trying to tell me that Yullian was killed?
Her waiting was met with a suppressed silence, and no one wanted to answer her this question.