NOVEL NEXT Stratholme God
Chapter 570 Bringing it with a ball head
Chapter 570 Brought by a ball head
McDonnell never underestimated the escape ability of an egg.
Unless he gave up the treatment himself, it would not be easy for him to die.
As a mage, it is normal to hold double egg knives, right?
As a mage, he has bodybuilding muscles and 90% physical dodge. Isn't this very beaver?
As a mage, all kinds of energies and elements explode, burning the mana and blood of the enemy, this is definitely a real mage, right?
Anyway, the rain of righteous fire from the sky can burn Illidan to death, and McDonald is the first to not believe it.
He really never thought that the enemy would burn Illidan's head into the Mediterranean Sea, even if it was temporary.
After the war, more than 500 miscellaneous soldiers died and more than 1000 were burned. Black Rook Fortress was naturally in a state of chaos.
McDonnell used his commanding instincts to organize major events into order.
When he was directing on the spot, he saw the Whispering Wind Fury combination.
"Ah! No way! Tyrande, don't look..." Illidan, who was still young at this time, covered his head with his hands in despair, as if he was trying to sell Overlord shampoo.
"Actually, it's nothing." Malfurion, who is relatively dull and serious, as a male elf with prairie prairie on his head all the year round, oh, a green prairie, he can't understand the hardship of Mediterranean men.
"Illidan, as long as you... are fine, let me see, I can help you with magic." Tyrande was purely kind.Of course, as a professionally trained priest, she certainly wasn't the kind of guy who said 'what's wrong with you, tell us to make everyone happy'.
She won't laugh at any injured person unless she can't help it...
"puff!"
Tyrande's chuckle, like the bells of hell's judgment, sank Illidan's heart and fell straight into the abyss.
McDonnell coughed, and the three teasers standing up straight, then bowed to McDonald.
Even if Illidan was bald on the top of his head, he didn't dare to cover it, after all, that would be disrespectful.
"Hello Deputy Leader!" They said in unison.
"Hey, isn't this our Pioneer Palace Illidan Stormrage?" There was a little frivolity in McDonald's voice.
This made Illidan uncertain. After all, there was a gap in status. He quickly bowed his head: "Sorry, Your Excellency, Vice President, I was too aggressive."
"It's okay, but you should pay more attention to the position of your comrades-in-arms. No matter when, it's not a good thing to go deep alone."
"I have been taught." Although he was not convinced, Illidan could only admit it on the surface.
At this time, McDonald did something that surprised the onlookers - he gently stroked Illidan's face... the sideburns on the side, and then put together Illidan's hair on the temples and the back of his head up.
McDonnell gently grabbed a handful of Illidan's hair with one hand, and turned to Tyrande with an aura of "inserting the label to sell his head", "Hello, Your Excellency, do you have a headband?"
Tyrande froze for a moment, but still took out a hair tie.
For some reason, McDonnell was suddenly very scared, whether Tyrande would roll up his sacrificial robe, and take out a fat man from underneath as a hair tie for him.
Luckily, it was a serious headband.
Afterwards, McDonnell gently pierced Illidan with a ball head!
Needless to say, only the Mediterranean can experience the distress of the Mediterranean.
Illidan looked at himself in surprise from a mirror that McDonnell asked his deputy to find.
Not blown or black, the ball head not only perfectly conceals the baldness, but also really has a feeling of "tide".
Seeing Tyrande opening his mouth slightly in surprise, he found that it was a bit indecent, so he could only cover his small cherry mouth with his hands.
McDonald is like a kind elder, comforting an egg: "The scalp on the top of your head is fine, and the hair will probably grow back. Before that, use this hairstyle first. A real warrior should not be because of this. Such a trivial matter loses face, doesn't it?"
"Yes... ah... thank you, Your Excellency!" For the first time in his life, the rebellious Illidan felt admiration and gratitude towards his compatriots.
He cared a lot about his image in Tyrande's eyes.
McDonnell helped him recover a lot of points perfectly.
McDonald didn't even realize that it was such a small help that made Illidan quite obedient in the ensuing battle.McDonald told him to go west, at least not to go east.
The style of play is not as wild as before, such as launching the magic skill of burning blue in a wide area, regardless of the feelings of the companions.
As time passed, the situation actually became worse for ordinary night elves.
After all, the Burning Legion has endless military power. Night elves, to put it bluntly, even if these long-eared races are the most intelligent race in Azeroth, this population is not enough for the demon legion to fill their teeth.
It can still withstand it now, purely because the portal is not big enough, and the number of demons gushing out per unit time is still limited.
Even so, the Duke of Ravencrest was already feeling a lot of pressure. Even if he had other small thoughts, he didn't have the time now.He had to rely more on McDonnell. After all, his ability lies here. Even if McDonnell does all kinds of fancy paddling, it's better than other unreliable nobles if McDonnell does it casually.
He didn't expect that, just like this, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he led the night elves' irrelevant resistance, and actually offended Queen Azshara.
In the magnificent palace, the queen who was listening to the court musicians suddenly frowned.
When she saw the displeasure on the queen's purple but graceful face, her personal guard, Captain Valothen, felt a pain in his heart: "The most beautiful majesty in the world! What is bothering you?"
"I heard..." The Queen's voice is more mellow than a lark, as if every character is like a note in a beautiful song, if you don't blow it, you don't look at it. If you just listen to the voice and don't look at the face, McDonald is willing I will definitely recognize her—how about you debut as a virtual idol?
The queen hung on Varothen's appetite, and waited until his throat twitched for the fifth time, before continuing to speak resentfully: "That Ravencrest, who is overconfident, actually led his troops to resist my Sargeras' army?"
"That self-proclaimed noble Ravencrest deserves to die!" Varothen, the queen's number one licking dog, immediately flew into a rage.
"Forget it, don't mention him." The queen waved her hand gracefully, as if to drive Ravencrest away like a fly.
The guys down there get it.
Three days later, in Black Rook Hold, everything happened so suddenly.
Just after he came out of the military conference room, a guy who looked like a messenger walked in from the outside. The guard just looked at his badge and ignored him.
It's not McDonald's slander, the security of Black Rook Fortress is like a piece of shit.
Ravencrest had dozens of dark elf nobles' soldiers, large and small, and never thought about integrating them properly. This resulted in an order needing to be repeated dozens of times before it could truly reach the front line.
The messenger is also a high-risk occupation. The messenger who travels around is intercepted and killed by demons from time to time.
The messengers of each family exchanged back and forth, and it was normal to have faces.
but……
You should at least check it out!
McDonnell raised it, but Ravencrest ignored it.
Brother, Queen Azshara really wants you to die!
Right in front of McDonnell and Tyrande, the tired Ravencrest was wiped across the neck by a sneak attack from the 'herald'.
(End of this chapter)
McDonnell never underestimated the escape ability of an egg.
Unless he gave up the treatment himself, it would not be easy for him to die.
As a mage, it is normal to hold double egg knives, right?
As a mage, he has bodybuilding muscles and 90% physical dodge. Isn't this very beaver?
As a mage, all kinds of energies and elements explode, burning the mana and blood of the enemy, this is definitely a real mage, right?
Anyway, the rain of righteous fire from the sky can burn Illidan to death, and McDonald is the first to not believe it.
He really never thought that the enemy would burn Illidan's head into the Mediterranean Sea, even if it was temporary.
After the war, more than 500 miscellaneous soldiers died and more than 1000 were burned. Black Rook Fortress was naturally in a state of chaos.
McDonnell used his commanding instincts to organize major events into order.
When he was directing on the spot, he saw the Whispering Wind Fury combination.
"Ah! No way! Tyrande, don't look..." Illidan, who was still young at this time, covered his head with his hands in despair, as if he was trying to sell Overlord shampoo.
"Actually, it's nothing." Malfurion, who is relatively dull and serious, as a male elf with prairie prairie on his head all the year round, oh, a green prairie, he can't understand the hardship of Mediterranean men.
"Illidan, as long as you... are fine, let me see, I can help you with magic." Tyrande was purely kind.Of course, as a professionally trained priest, she certainly wasn't the kind of guy who said 'what's wrong with you, tell us to make everyone happy'.
She won't laugh at any injured person unless she can't help it...
"puff!"
Tyrande's chuckle, like the bells of hell's judgment, sank Illidan's heart and fell straight into the abyss.
McDonnell coughed, and the three teasers standing up straight, then bowed to McDonald.
Even if Illidan was bald on the top of his head, he didn't dare to cover it, after all, that would be disrespectful.
"Hello Deputy Leader!" They said in unison.
"Hey, isn't this our Pioneer Palace Illidan Stormrage?" There was a little frivolity in McDonald's voice.
This made Illidan uncertain. After all, there was a gap in status. He quickly bowed his head: "Sorry, Your Excellency, Vice President, I was too aggressive."
"It's okay, but you should pay more attention to the position of your comrades-in-arms. No matter when, it's not a good thing to go deep alone."
"I have been taught." Although he was not convinced, Illidan could only admit it on the surface.
At this time, McDonald did something that surprised the onlookers - he gently stroked Illidan's face... the sideburns on the side, and then put together Illidan's hair on the temples and the back of his head up.
McDonnell gently grabbed a handful of Illidan's hair with one hand, and turned to Tyrande with an aura of "inserting the label to sell his head", "Hello, Your Excellency, do you have a headband?"
Tyrande froze for a moment, but still took out a hair tie.
For some reason, McDonnell was suddenly very scared, whether Tyrande would roll up his sacrificial robe, and take out a fat man from underneath as a hair tie for him.
Luckily, it was a serious headband.
Afterwards, McDonnell gently pierced Illidan with a ball head!
Needless to say, only the Mediterranean can experience the distress of the Mediterranean.
Illidan looked at himself in surprise from a mirror that McDonnell asked his deputy to find.
Not blown or black, the ball head not only perfectly conceals the baldness, but also really has a feeling of "tide".
Seeing Tyrande opening his mouth slightly in surprise, he found that it was a bit indecent, so he could only cover his small cherry mouth with his hands.
McDonald is like a kind elder, comforting an egg: "The scalp on the top of your head is fine, and the hair will probably grow back. Before that, use this hairstyle first. A real warrior should not be because of this. Such a trivial matter loses face, doesn't it?"
"Yes... ah... thank you, Your Excellency!" For the first time in his life, the rebellious Illidan felt admiration and gratitude towards his compatriots.
He cared a lot about his image in Tyrande's eyes.
McDonnell helped him recover a lot of points perfectly.
McDonald didn't even realize that it was such a small help that made Illidan quite obedient in the ensuing battle.McDonald told him to go west, at least not to go east.
The style of play is not as wild as before, such as launching the magic skill of burning blue in a wide area, regardless of the feelings of the companions.
As time passed, the situation actually became worse for ordinary night elves.
After all, the Burning Legion has endless military power. Night elves, to put it bluntly, even if these long-eared races are the most intelligent race in Azeroth, this population is not enough for the demon legion to fill their teeth.
It can still withstand it now, purely because the portal is not big enough, and the number of demons gushing out per unit time is still limited.
Even so, the Duke of Ravencrest was already feeling a lot of pressure. Even if he had other small thoughts, he didn't have the time now.He had to rely more on McDonnell. After all, his ability lies here. Even if McDonnell does all kinds of fancy paddling, it's better than other unreliable nobles if McDonnell does it casually.
He didn't expect that, just like this, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he led the night elves' irrelevant resistance, and actually offended Queen Azshara.
In the magnificent palace, the queen who was listening to the court musicians suddenly frowned.
When she saw the displeasure on the queen's purple but graceful face, her personal guard, Captain Valothen, felt a pain in his heart: "The most beautiful majesty in the world! What is bothering you?"
"I heard..." The Queen's voice is more mellow than a lark, as if every character is like a note in a beautiful song, if you don't blow it, you don't look at it. If you just listen to the voice and don't look at the face, McDonald is willing I will definitely recognize her—how about you debut as a virtual idol?
The queen hung on Varothen's appetite, and waited until his throat twitched for the fifth time, before continuing to speak resentfully: "That Ravencrest, who is overconfident, actually led his troops to resist my Sargeras' army?"
"That self-proclaimed noble Ravencrest deserves to die!" Varothen, the queen's number one licking dog, immediately flew into a rage.
"Forget it, don't mention him." The queen waved her hand gracefully, as if to drive Ravencrest away like a fly.
The guys down there get it.
Three days later, in Black Rook Hold, everything happened so suddenly.
Just after he came out of the military conference room, a guy who looked like a messenger walked in from the outside. The guard just looked at his badge and ignored him.
It's not McDonald's slander, the security of Black Rook Fortress is like a piece of shit.
Ravencrest had dozens of dark elf nobles' soldiers, large and small, and never thought about integrating them properly. This resulted in an order needing to be repeated dozens of times before it could truly reach the front line.
The messenger is also a high-risk occupation. The messenger who travels around is intercepted and killed by demons from time to time.
The messengers of each family exchanged back and forth, and it was normal to have faces.
but……
You should at least check it out!
McDonnell raised it, but Ravencrest ignored it.
Brother, Queen Azshara really wants you to die!
Right in front of McDonnell and Tyrande, the tired Ravencrest was wiped across the neck by a sneak attack from the 'herald'.
(End of this chapter)
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