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On the belly of the ancient tree of war is a big cat head, and two fangs emerge from the head, which looks fierce and capable of fighting.

The Wind Ancient Tree has a head that looks like a bird of prey on its belly, and its arms are covered with dense large leaves, and it looks swift and sharp.

They climbed ashore and strode slowly towards the undead, thumping like an earthquake as they stepped on the ground.

Loria leaned close to Tyrande, looking around through the cracks in the human wall besieging the city by the nervous night elf female archers, it was the first time she had seen so many Night Elves, such a fantastical battle scene, after staring at the chubby ass of the giant bear that the druid had turned into for a long time, her attention was drawn to the ancient trees again, and she guessed which of the ancient trees of war and the ancient trees of the wind would rush into the pile of the undead first. A big cat that looks like a vigorous cat, and a bird that looks like a ferocious bird, are really evenly matched.

With a shriveled old face, white vines dragging long on the ground like whiskers, and the ancient tree of knowledge shaking step by step with a cane in her hand was automatically ignored by Loria.

Both the War Tree and the Wind Tree still have inky leaves, and the leaves of the Knowledge Tree are red and even yellow—beautiful as it looks, but with its dry bark, it gives people a sense of twilight.

Lao Ji is in the twilight of his life.

Behind it, several Ancient Guardians, much shorter and smaller, climbed up, younger than the Ancient Tree, with thick limbs and a verdant canopy on their heads, and it didn't take long for them to reach the Ancient Tree of Knowledge—a sight of ten thousand trees in front of a sick tree.

The old Tree of Knowledge was angry, it made a hoarse coughing sound, picked up its cane and struck it at the head of the Ancient Guardians, and when it stood on the ground, shielding the elves from the scorching sun with its dense canopy, the ancestors of these little things were still just small saplings.

But since they are called Ancient Guardians, the age of these 'little trees' is obviously not young.

The aging society of the Night Elves that breaks through the sky is really subverting the common sense of human beings.

The stubborn old man tree coughed and wheezed towards the front line of the confrontation, and the ancient tree of the wind tried to turn around and help it, but many of its leaves were knocked off by a cane.

The Ancient Tree of Knowledge marched forward with crutches, and the bears, bobcats, cheetahs, crows, and Elie Meows, and the critters on the front line fled in all directions in fright...... Wait, there's something strange mixed in with the Critter Legion?

The druids seemed to know the stinking temper of the ancient tree of knowledge, and early in the morning they got out of the way, and the ghouls and skeleton warriors rushed through the gap, only to be swept away by the canes one by one.

No matter how old the ancient tree is, its volume has surpassed the boundaries of common sense.

A ghoul escaped being swept away, but ran to the bottom of the old tree to dig up its bark, and the ancient tree of knowledge clenched his fists, bent down and smashed the ghoul into ghoul-chan.

It sounded like a mast breaking, and the ancient tree of knowledge that flashed its waist fell into a state of inability to fight.

The Ancient Tree of War dragged it away, and the Ancient Tree of Wind reached the breach, tearing at the undead at will.

……

"Tyrande!"

Without waiting for the boat to stop, Malfurion called out Tyrande's name, jumped ashore, and ran towards the priestess.

Illidan was silent for a moment as he held the double-bladed rowing of Aesinos, his expression looking very unpleasant.

Seeing the sharp fist blades tied to Malfurion's arms, the prescient Miss Loria hurriedly took a few steps back from Tyrande...... Sure enough, the passionate Great Druid, whose eyes were full of priestesses, didn't notice Loria at all, and ran over and hugged Tyrande.

If she hadn't backed away, Miss Loria would have opened Malfurion's fist.

The surrounding sentinels made fun of the lovers who had been in love for thousands of years, and only when Malfurion was present, they dared to be so presumptuous, although the usual Tyrande was gentle, she could lead the people and the army for more than 10,000 years, which naturally made the sentinels in awe.

Loria decided not to use the pestle here anymore as a light bulb, besides, the frost dragons in the sky who fought with the druids who turned into crows might come to the ground and breathe two breaths at any point, and it was better for her to go to a place where there were few people and be a loli who only left the world.

She wandered casually along the river, the Night Elves and Naga fighting the Scourge in two separate places, wailing, roaring, and roaring, the dazzling magic that intertwined to hide the bloody smell of close combat, but the qiē suddenly seemed to have nothing to do with her.

The gap in time is only now apparent, and she is stepping on the steps of this era, passing by the past history.

After all, she had to go back to her own time, and Loria walked forward with her head down, kicking a pebble into the river, making a small splash that quickly disappeared into the flowing water, as if it had never existed.

Now let's just let it be, wait for Nosdom to find herself again, Loria has made up her mind, but the sharp perception that belongs to the vampire alone suddenly strikes, warning of great danger.

Before she knew it, she was walking over to another man who was quietly cowering in the corner—Illidan was holding the twin blades of Aesinos with his back to Tyrande and Malfurion, staring at the river in a daze.

"Hmm...... Hello. ”

Loria said hello anyway.

Illidan didn't move as if he hadn't heard at all.

"Nie howls. ”

The clever Miss Loria immediately noticed her omission—Illidan did not seem to understand the lingua franca, and although she did not know Darnassus, she had learned a lot from Sylvanas—the latter being a variant of the former, and could be pronounced in Darnassus with a slight change according to the rules of grammar.

Hearing the funny pronunciation of the crooked nut, Illidan, who was reluctant to deal with Loria and just wanted to be a spare tire quietly on the side, couldn't hold back, he looked away from the water and looked at the foreign Lori who greeted him.

Even after living for more than 10,000 years, it was the first time he had seen pink hair, and that expression with small breasts, mixed with curiosity and fear, mixed with self-satisfaction, was really ridiculous.

"You saved Tyrande, good. ”

The standard lingua franca, Illidan has been in prison for 10,000 years, and he will go crazy if he doesn't find something to do...... Although he still didn't want to pay attention to her, Illidan hesitated for a while, and finally chose to thank her.

"How do you know?"

Loria was curious, could it be that the personality charm condensed by her kind and pure soul was so obvious!

"My Naga sentinel saw you rescue Tyrande. ”

How long will this boring conversation end?

"That doesn't make sense...... Since you already know about it, why don't you come and save Tyrande right away?"

Loria was even more puzzled, she had been fishing Tyrande from the water for a long time, and she should have arrived by land.

…… Tomorrow may still be the same