As Uther* the Light Messenger led the Silver Hand Elite to kill the last leader [Guardian Bellock] who blocked the road ahead, opened the passage to the Palace of Fire, and the battlefield fell into a brief silence and stagnation.

Looking at the druids surrounded by flames, Arthas decisively ordered the vanguard to retreat three kilometers.

This is respect for the Night Elf Clan, an important member of the alliance.

In the Archerus command, Tyrande's eyes were waving, and his beautiful eyes stared at McDonald on the command seat.

This guy just said, "We express deep sympathy for the misfortune of the Night Elf Clan." Then there was nothing.

Tyrande wished he could kill him!

For hair?

After this guy finished speaking, he almost stopped acting. The servant not far away next to him was already pushing a small cart full of peanuts, melon seeds, cola popcorn.

In this formation, just waiting for her to lead the night elf strongman to come to an end, and this guy immediately entered the show mode.

Tyrande's teeth were itchy and helpless.

In fact, she had also thought about why this seemingly omnipotent human hero would not be able to pull the night elf by the way.

For example, traveling to the time when Vandal* Lu Helmet's son was not dead yet...

But when I think about it, I feel bitter. I am a human being and have not yet joined the night elves at that time. Why should I save you a second-in-command of the dark elves?

What's more, whether to travel through time depends on the bronze dragon.

If Nozdom doesn't give it, it means illegally traveling through time and space, and will attract the entire Bronze Dragon Clan to be beaten up.

"He can't just by the way..." Tyrande didn't go to see the goods, and turned his eyes to the face of his old rival Mavie.

It's been ten thousand years, and I don't know how many times we've been angry with each other before.

No one can convince anyone.

Originally, Tyrande thought that "seeking common ground while reserving differences" was the best state between them. Unexpectedly, Mavie turned around and threw himself into McDonald's arms.

Although Mavie's face was deliberately keeping a cold expression on her face, her eyes swept around from time to time, acting as a perfect guard, the look she glanced at McDonald betrayed her full of affection and spring tide, without any concealment.

Tyrande lamented in his heart: How great it would be if I could leave my tribe behind and do what I wanted to do.

She knew that this was impossible.

As long as she is still the high priest of the Moon Goddess for one day, she will not be able to go against the goddess' will.

I didn't think it was before, but now I just feel that this has become a shackle that binds her destiny.

It was just a habit that had been developed for a long time that drove her.

"Oh!" Tyrande sighed softly, and others thought she was lamenting for Vandal's depravity.

She stood up and bowed slightly to McDonald: "Thanks to the Alliance for giving the Night Elf the opportunity to clean up the traitors."

McDonald nodded: "This is the right thing to do."

"Then let's go down first."

"Well. When I face Ragnaros, I will join the war."

If it weren't for Mr. Mai's crazy rising corners of his mouth, this would be a formulaic dialogue without nutrition.

Now, Tyrande is a little angry.

But it's more confusion.

She could not find the future path for her tribe members.

The successive battles and internal strife have greatly damaged the energy of the Night Elf.

In addition to the losses of advanced combat power such as tribe members and mountain giants, more people's livelihood is withering and increasingly serious military shortages.

The speed of traditional arrows cannot keep up with the consumption required by war. Not to mention arrows, the number of bows is also insufficient.

In order to deal with the possible crisis, the Night Elf had to import a large number of bows and arrows produced by Stantosom.

This is already a weapon that is purely covered with a [traditional leather].

The application of a large number of carbon fibers is the crystallization of industrial technological power.

But the intensity is much higher than that of traditional arrows, and the huntress said it was good after using it.

But can the night elves abandon tradition at once and embrace the modern industry developed by human beings? Even if Tyrande is willing, what about the moon goddess?

Also, the Night Elf Clan has no technology in this area at all, and it is destined to follow the butt of the Stantam Empire at least for a long time.

If McDonald secretly jammed the dark spirit's neck, it would be very miserable.

This time, Vandal's betrayal seems to be annihilation of traditional forces, but it is actually a myth of the development of the night elves!

With a chaotic thought, Tyrande and his group rode the horned eagle beasts, surrounded by dozens of two-headed Chimera monsters, and entered the elemental realm of the Flame Land that was inconvenient to teleport, and arrived at the front line.

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The Flame Demon Palace in the most central area of ​​the Land of Flame is protected by a giant hemispherical flame shield, which is a giant shield linked to the elemental energy source of the Land of Flame.

Unless all the flame elements in the entire flame land are offset and erased, a strong attack cannot be successful.

The only thing connecting the palace is a stone bridge that is not wide.

In the middle of the huge arch in front of the stone bridge, the great traitor Vandal* deer helmet stands.

At this time, Alsace was carrying half of the heroes, surrounded by elite alliance troops such as Trident, and surrounded the gate in a fan shape.

"Old Master Yufeng!"

"His Excellency Alsace, His Messenger of Light, His Excellency Greymann..." In the Alliance Army, they did not call each other in their original ranks, and after Tyrande greeted the generals, he came to the main position without hesitation.

If possible, she would rather not dominate the dominance.

She has no choice.

Just surrounded by the heroes, Tyrande, who was riding a white tiger and holding the goddess gift bow in his left hand, slowly came to Vandal and stood twenty meters away.

Vandal*'s beard seemed to be a swaying flame:

"Look at who is coming, there are visitors to this Kingdom of Flame?"

"My people, you may still remember Olithera, the green dragon that released me in Teda Hill. She! She was also reborn in the flames!"

"How I wish I could watch her burn you poor guys to ashes with my own eyes..."

His seemingly playful opening remark was interrupted by Tyrande: "She has been killed by the black dragon Rashio, who is under the alliance."

Vandal shook his head: "No! She is immortal! As long as the land of flame is still there, she can continue to reborn from the ashes. Give up, mortals, the land of flame connected to the planet Azeroth is immortal. Even if you kill us ten thousand times, we will still be resurrected and eventually destroy the entire world."

Vandal became too many, and his expression, his tone, and his arguments all made Dark Spirits such as Tyrande extremely unfamiliar.

Is this the big druid who once said that he was "natural first" and "Long live the environmental protection"?

"You're crazy." Tyrande said sadly.

"No! This is the world that's crazy!" Vandal was extremely sure, and he started to whisper.

To put it bluntly, this is the classic "tired, let's destroy". Even if Tyrande presents the facts and says that the fire element is being beaten, he doesn't believe it.

He was unable to communicate, but his morale was like "I lost, but the flame did not lose." This made Tyrande unable to surpass the traitor in his momentum, and he felt a sense of frustration as if he was missing something.

At this time, McDonald's voice came from afar: "So what if the flames are not extinguished? Then I will kill every flame lord who dares to endanger Azeroth until I change to someone who is obedient."

The huge wind element lord Sunderland next to McDonald's tiny figure is the best interpretation!

Van Dar was speechless for a moment—

PS, Happy New Year, since I have never stopped updating the New Year holiday since the first day of the New Year, everyone shouldn’t have some monthly tickets?
Chapter completed!