Who would have thought that in this game, the woman who was infatuated by thousands of men would be chased by herself in this real time and space?

The scent from Whitemane's body kept wafting into Locke's nose, and the scent teased his nerves, teased his desires, and made him a little uncontrollable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the way to the Garden of Whispers, Crusader warriors and clergy saluted Whitemane, a brilliant priest whose ability to comprehend the Light was unmatched by others. The Grand Lord, Mograini, also praised that she might be the next Bishop of Lordaeron, and more likely to be the Archbishop in the future. Now that she is the Inquisitor of the Crusaders, a proud disciple of Ethan Lion and Farbanks, she can be said to have a bright future.

After seeing Locke, more people's eyes were full of curiosity and respect, after all, a person who can wear the 'elite' to be trained by Herod can be called a warrior and deserve to be respected.

The two of them left the tower of the monastery and turned to the Whispering Garden, which was full of vegetation and flowers, and although night had fallen, and the blue children appeared in the sky as scheduled, it was not affected by the environment of the Tirisfal glade, there was no fog or strange sounds, only the sound of insects and the waves of the endless sea.

Locke walked behind Whitemane with his head down, a little overwhelmed and unsure of where to start. Is it to pull hands first? Or just hug it?

The Whisper Garden is built at the entrance to the monastery, there is a road that leads to the town of Gadar down the hill, cutting the Whispering Garden in half, and on the right side of the Whispering Garden is the Poisonous Spider Canyon, which is off the beaten track and is a good place to confess.

Whitemane slowly walked to the edge of the junction between the Whispering Garden and the Spider Canyon, looking at the dark Spider Canyon below the mountain, not moving.

Looking at Whitemayne's plump back, Locke suddenly couldn't control himself, and he stepped forward and gently hugged Whitemayne's body from behind.

Whitemayne's body trembled suddenly, and his body tensed. But it soon softened again.

Whitemane leaned into Locke's arms, and Locke hugged him tightly.

Soon Locke regretted it a little, because he was wearing armor, and he couldn't feel the feeling of Whiteman's body in front of him.

He pressed his head tightly against Whitemayne's head, and his nose breathed in the smell of her, and the girl in his arms began to tremble a little.

"It's so beautiful, the first time I saw you, I thought, how nice it would be if this girl belonged to me." Locke muttered.

Whitemane turned around in front of him, looking at Locke with big black eyes flashing. Her delicate face was a little ruddy, and under her delicate eyebrows, her eyes slowly began to bend.

"And now?" Whitemane leaned his head into his arms and said softly.

"It's like a dream!" Locke hugged her fiercely and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm sorry, but the armor I'm wearing may be a little hard, did it hurt you?" Locke let Whitemane in his arms leave him a little, and then lifted the bangs in front of her forehead and looked at her.

"Nope." Whitemane shook her head as she felt her heart melt. Soon they looked at each other, and Whitemane felt his face getting hotter and hotter, and hurriedly lowered his head.

The atmosphere became ambiguous, and she moved her body to get out of Locke's range, but Locke held her tightly in his arms, and the gloves of the armor exposed the front fingers gently brushed her face, and the fingers were rough but powerful across the curve of her cheeks.

"Sally" Locke called out to her softly, and Whitemane felt her heart skip a beat, and she shuddered.

She tilted her head and closed her eyes.

The kiss, at first, was clumsy, but soon became proficient, and at once it became gentle and delicate, and Locke had never tasted such a beautiful feeling, and he could not help pressing Whitemane deeply into his arms, and at the same time his hands roamed over Whitemane's body, and they were very tight.

Locke began to hate the plate armor on his body.

Damn it! Why did I come out with the plate armor today!!!!

Whitemayne in front of him closed his eyes and looked like he was tasting it, which deeply stimulated Locke. However, the plate armor that Locke wears is really inconvenient to take off.

In desperation, Locke had no choice but to continue to hug her, kiss, and beg for her hands up and down.

There was an evil fire burning in Locke's body, and he felt that this fire was about to explode in his body, and he knew that this fire was called lust.

But what to do in front of you?!

Locke was in a hurry to take off the plate armor rope in front of him, but Whitemane held his movements with his hand, and he looked up at Whitemane.

"No, something isn't right today, I'm not ready yet." Whitemane lowered her head and straightened her hair, and soon she looked up again and said with a ruddy face.

"And you're not dressed for today."

"No, I'll be fine right away." Locke frantically moved, but Whitemayne stopped him.

"Believe me, my love, will we have fewer chances in the future?" Whitemane looked up at him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Seeing that there was no chance, Locke sighed, then nodded.

"Okay." He sat down on the ground in frustration.

Whitemayne looked at a frustrated Locke and chuckled as he sat beside him, snuggling in his arms.

"Oh, forgot! This thing is for you. Locke patted his head, then pulled out the Azeroth diamond from his magic bag, along with a few other gems, and handed it to Whitemane, who looked at him in surprise.

"It's my personal secret, don't ask, okay?" Locke stopped Whitemayne's questioning.

"Anyway, these things are clean, don't you still trust a paladin?"

The latter looked at the gems, his eyes full of fascination, and sure enough, the women were dragon-like creatures, and they all liked those shiny things.

"No, it's not that I don't believe you! I'm just—" Whitemane was a little incoherent, "it's just too precious." ”

"Take it, my lady. Just think it's my proposal gift! Locke gently stroked Whitemayne's hair with his hand.

Whitemayne seemed to think of something when he heard the proposal, and then received the gem into her magic bag.

"The first time I saw you, I was actually quite angry when I saw you like that." Whitemayne snuggled up in Locke's arms and remembered.

"Oh, really?" Locke chuckled.

"When you looked at me, your eyes were going to pop out. I thought, how could Renault be with such a person. Whitemayne said with a smile.

said that Reynoldo's body trembled, and then he felt a little worried, after all, he was his wife, right? Through these time contacts, he has become very familiar with Renault, and it is immoral to do this by himself, right?

In her arms, Whitemane felt Locke's trembling, she looked up to see Locke's somewhat embarrassed face, she picked up her silver-white hair and scratched Locke's nose with the ends of it.

Locke's nose itched to interrupt his contemplation, and when he looked down and saw Whitemayne blinking innocently at him, he immediately smiled and started a fight with Whitemayne, and the apprehension in his heart went with it.

"Renault and I may have had some relationship between men and women before, but now there is only family affection, I treat him as my brother, and he as my sister, and the two of us have already talked about this. You don't have to feel guilty about it. Whitemane told Locke what he feared most.

Locke didn't say anything, just took Whitemayne back into his arms and looked at the dark jungle of the Spider Canyon in the distance.

"Tomorrow the Great Crusader Dassault Khan will be here, he is here mainly to witness you joining the Knights of the Silver Hand, on the other hand, there are also some information about the undead of this natural disaster, and we need to discuss and decide together. He was accompanied by General Abydis and his daughter Bridget. ”

Whitemane revealed to Locke the intention of the Great Crusade in advance, which Locke had been looking forward to for a long time.

"What kind of person is the Great Crusader?" Locke asked, knowing that he might be possessed by the Dreadlord Banazar.

"The Grand Crusader is an impartial paladin, he is now the supreme commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand, because he is known to everyone as the Grand Crusader because of his age and bravery, and he is a role model for many Crusader recruits, like my adoptive father, the Great Lord Mograini."

"Have our Crusaders recently launched an attack on the city of Stratholme?" Locke had the impression that Dassault Khan was controlled in Stratholme.

"Not yet, Stratholme is now one of the strongholds of the Scourge of the Undead, and the Silver Hand has not yet decided whether to attack there, which is the source of the Undead Scourge." Whitemayne shook his head and explained to Locke.

"Oh." Locke nodded in thought.

In this case, it is not under control, everything is still possible, can it save you?

Locke shook his head away from that contemplation, and he took Whitemane and the two of them for a moment, whispering before returning to the abbey.

And here only proof of their love remains.

In the residence, Scarface was bored exercising his body in the room, he was lying on the gap between the two beds, up and down, doing push-ups to exercise his arm strength, Locke came back and saw Scarface exercising, and couldn't help but laugh in his mouth.

"Yo, Mario, back?" Locke scanned his attributes and found that his warrior base class had also been upgraded to level 7, and his weapon battle had also been upgraded by level 1, almost reaching the template of the elite.

"Yes, it looks like you've been training hard lately," Locke asked, sitting on the bed and looking at Scarface.

"There's no way, no matter how hard the commander is, as a follower, he has to work hard, and he can't be too far behind." Scarface's body heaved, and the voice squeezed out of his chest one by one.

Scarface exercised for a while, stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his head, and suddenly his nose twitched.

"What smell? So fragrant? ”

This guy is really a dog's nose, Locke scolded in his heart.

"Sleep, sleep, it's not early", Locke took off his armor and lay down on the bed, Scarface You are a scout in your life.