Shirille, who was pushed aside by Fuhang, was also helped up by Fuhang at this time, Shiryl lowered her eyelids and asked in a low voice, "Why did you push me out just now." ”

"If I don't push you out, do I still want to use you as a shield?" Fuhang said lightly.

Shirley shook her head, a strange emotion welling up in her heart. This human youth in front of him was not as unbearable as he imagined. At the very least, he was a hundred times stronger than that hypocrite of Faerun.

"Thank you." Shiryl whispered softly in a faint mosquito voice.

"It's good not to hate me, thank me for no need."

Sharon couldn't help it, he pointed his finger at Fuhang, and scolded: "Let her go, otherwise, none of you will be able to leave today." ”

Grom laughed a few times, "What a big breath, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you." The soldiers of our tribe are not afraid of death. If it weren't for the prophecy of some bullshit prophet who said that he would save the fate of Azeroth, Lao Tzu would have taken the Warsong Clan and leveled your Hyjal Mountain. “

"You! Licentious! Sharon was furious by Grom's words. His voice trembled, but when he saw Sherry, his anger dropped a little.

This move, Fuhang also saw it. He whispered next to Shiryl's ear, "That druid, it's your father." ”

"I don't have a father, and I don't know him." Shiryl looked indifferent and rejected Fuhang.

This is strange, the feelings in Sharon's eyes just now don't seem to be fake. Could it be that Shellyl didn't want to admit it in order not to be a sinner of the Night Elves? Fuhang's guess was completely wrong, Shiryl was indeed Sharon's daughter, but there were many origins in this, and it was not something that could be made clear at once.

As the official spokesman of Orthodoxy, Sal still brought the matter up. "Please also ask all the druids, the leaders of the Night Elves, to properly discuss, the army of the Burning Legion has been deployed on the east coast, and I hope you will consider it carefully."

Sharon stared at Vandal Deerhelm. It seems that this is the commander who makes the decision. However, this druid dared to look at Vandal Deer Helm with such eyes. It seems that the status of this druid is not simple.

In order to add some fierce information, let the two druids make a decision as soon as possible, Fu Hang shouted: "Alas, Mr. Great Druid, your daughter is in my hands, and I hope to carefully consider and deliberate." ”

"You, shameless! Let my daughter go! "Sharon dotes on his daughter, and you can see it from here. A druid who can give up his majesty among all the soldiers for the sake of his daughter must be a loving father.

It turned out that it was really the daughter of this druid. Fu Hang turned his head and looked at Sheryl. Instead of looking directly into Fuhang's eyes, Shirmile turned her head away. Silent.

It seems, there is a story. But that's not the problem now.

Vandal Deerhelm and Sharon begin to discuss.

"Enough is enough, Archon. This time, the troops were sent out entirely to vent their anger, you know, the order of the high priest. ”

"Great Druid, don't let the whole army decide for your personal reasons."

"You're still obsessed with sending troops without going through the Cenarion Council, and you think about what punishment you will have to pay. The day before we set out, I heard the High Priest's guards say that the Teacher was about to awaken from the Emerald Dream, and that the High Priest was preparing to wake up the Teacher. ”

Teacher? Vandal Deerhelm pondered. It seems that this time, a truce is necessary. Teacher Malfurion is about to wake up, and in the handling of this matter, the teacher will definitely fight against foreign enemies with the current tribe and alliance.

"Since the teacher is about to wake up, then let's withdraw the troops." Vandal looked lonely and waved his hand.

The Night Elf soldiers on the entire battlefield all put down their weapons and stopped fighting.

As soon as Sal saw that there was a play, he shouted: "Tribal soldiers, truce!"

After five hours of fighting, it finally stopped.

Vandal Deerhelm and Saar said: "A truce is possible, but whether or not to form an alliance is not for me to decide. I hope that the horde army will be stationed here, and that no more marches will be made to infringe on the territory of our Night Elves. ”

"Then we will be stationed here, awaiting the decision of your Cenarion Council."

Under the edict of the commander, the two armies cleaned up the battlefield. Carrying the wounded, he withdrew to his position with the dead fighters.

Looking at the messy battlefield, the air was still mixed with the slightest smell of blood, and Fu Hang's mood was extremely heavy. He asked himself in his conscience, he didn't know how many more wars such a war would have to go through, and how many soldiers would have to die.

"You can go, Belle Elf." Fuhang took off the forbidden totem on the female elf beside him.

As soon as it was untied, Shiryl's slender palm brushed onto Fuhang's face. A fiery pain spread from his face to his body.

"What are you doing! I've let you go, and you're still beating me! Fuhang said a little aggrieved. I was already in a pretty heavy mood, and I had to be slapped by you, a little girl.

"This is the punishment you just made for being lighter than me." Shiryl's eyes were gentle, and there was no trace of resentment in her clear eyes, but a little more affection.

Before Fuhang could react, Shirille's slender arm wrapped around Fuhang's wheat-colored neck, and her pretty face was tightly pressed against Fuhang's chest, and she whispered shyly: "This is to thank you for your sincerity in treating me." ”

"Alas, men and women do not kiss. I'm a serious person. Fu Hang glanced at the Queen with his peripheral vision, and found that the Queen had already turned her head away and didn't look at herself.

Shiryl escaped from Fuhang's arms and smiled playfully: "You are a serious person, there will be no serious people in the world." We are destined to say goodbye, despicable and shameless human beings! ”

Damn, I know that you little girlie is not well-intentioned.

With her head down, Shiryl walked over with the other four druids.

From a distance, Sharon eagerly asked Sheryl, but Sheryl seemed to be deliberately avoiding her father and didn't want to talk to him.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. alas

I wiped it and upgraded it again. Fuhang entered the system in his mind, and found that he was still level 40, and every time he experienced a big battle, he had a leap forward. It seems that it will be necessary to participate in more such battles in the future.

The current broken wood sentry has really become a 'broken wood' sentry. The messy wooden blocks and flying sawdust are a testament to the fierce battle just now. Dozens of catapults, five destroyed, and watching Sal ache for a while.

The tribe's army rested in time. The next battle will be with the Burning Legion.