Chapter 9: The Faceless One Fears Himself (2)

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Facelings rarely change into a person. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info than simple changes, he is more willing to eat a certain existence, from memory to appearance to the pure kind of eating. This means a complete replacement. This is true from Vortagan to Harvis. Moreover, for the Faceless, this method is usually less expensive, less sequelae, and more secure. But this does not mean that Zhao Kun will have any flaws in adopting the guise of natives as great druids.

"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying! The Night Elf man blurted out at the Grand Druid.

No Night Elf in Malfurion's memory had a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

The 10,000-year-old commander had turned gray, a very different change from Malfurion's memory. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—many years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Obviously, since the last time they last met, I don't know exactly when, the Night Elf in front of him has not lived a pleasant life.

"Garrod...... We haven't seen each other in nearly 10,000 years. ”

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Zhao Kun waved his hand to stop Garrod's words. He examined the female Night Elf named Sarah Hill and found that her condition was extremely serious, and of course, very familiar. "I could try to treat her, but I think it's better if we take her directly to Tyrande, so we can do more! Quick, go now! ”

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," the former commander whispered to the motionless woman. Facelings rarely change into a person. Rather than a simple change, he would rather eat a certain being, from memory to appearance all the way to the pure one. This means a complete replacement. This is true from Vortagan to Harvis. Moreover, for the Faceless, this method is usually less expensive, less sequelae, and more secure. But this does not mean that Zhao Kun will have any flaws in adopting the guise of natives as great druids.

"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying! The Night Elf man blurted out at the Grand Druid.

No Night Elf in Malfurion's memory had a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

The 10,000-year-old commander had turned gray, a very different change from Malfurion's memory. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—many years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Obviously, since the last time they last met, I don't know exactly when, the Night Elf in front of him has not lived a pleasant life.

"Garrod...... We haven't seen each other in nearly 10,000 years. ”

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Zhao Kun waved his hand to stop Garrod's words. He examined the female Night Elf named Sarah Hill and found that her condition was extremely serious, and of course, very familiar. "I could try to treat her, but I think it's better if we take her directly to Tyrande, so we can do more! Quick, go now! ”

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," the former commander whispered to the motionless woman. Facelings rarely change into a person. Rather than a simple change, he would rather eat a certain being, from memory to appearance all the way to the pure one. This means a complete replacement. This is true from Vortagan to Harvis. Moreover, for the Faceless, this method is usually less expensive, less sequelae, and more secure. But this does not mean that Zhao Kun will have any flaws in adopting the guise of natives as great druids.

"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying! The Night Elf man blurted out at the Grand Druid.

No Night Elf in Malfurion's memory had a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

The 10,000-year-old commander had turned gray, a very different change from Malfurion's memory. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—many years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Obviously, since the last time they last met, I don't know exactly when, the Night Elf in front of him has not lived a pleasant life.

"Garrod...... We haven't seen each other in nearly 10,000 years. ”

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Zhao Kun waved his hand to stop Garrod's words. He examined the female Night Elf named Sarah Hill and found that her condition was extremely serious, and of course, very familiar. "I could try to treat her, but I think it's better if we take her directly to Tyrande, so we can do more! Quick, go now! ”

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," the former commander whispered to the motionless woman. Facelings rarely change into a person. Rather than a simple change, he would rather eat a certain being, from memory to appearance all the way to the pure one. This means a complete replacement. This is true from Vortagan to Harvis. Moreover, for the Faceless, this method is usually less expensive, less sequelae, and more secure. But this does not mean that Zhao Kun will have any flaws in adopting the guise of natives as great druids.

"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying! The Night Elf man blurted out at the Grand Druid.

No Night Elf in Malfurion's memory had a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

The 10,000-year-old commander had turned gray, a very different change from Malfurion's memory. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—many years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Obviously, since the last time they last met, I don't know exactly when, the Night Elf in front of him has not lived a pleasant life.

"Garrod...... We haven't seen each other in nearly 10,000 years. ”

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Zhao Kun waved his hand to stop Garrod's words. He examined the female Night Elf named Sarah Hill and found that her condition was extremely serious, and of course, very familiar. "I could try to treat her, but I think it's better if we take her directly to Tyrande, so we can do more! Quick, go now! ”

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," the former commander whispered to the motionless woman. Facelings rarely change into a person. Rather than a simple change, he would rather eat a certain being, from memory to appearance all the way to the pure one. This means a complete replacement. This is true from Vortagan to Harvis. Moreover, for the Faceless, this method is usually less expensive, less sequelae, and more secure. But this does not mean that Zhao Kun will have any flaws in adopting the guise of natives as great druids.

"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying! The Night Elf man blurted out at the Grand Druid.

No Night Elf in Malfurion's memory had a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

The 10,000-year-old commander had turned gray, a very different change from Malfurion's memory. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—many years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Obviously, since the last time they last met, I don't know exactly when, the Night Elf in front of him has not lived a pleasant life.

"Garrod...... We haven't seen each other in nearly 10,000 years. ”

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Zhao Kun waved his hand to stop Garrod's words. He examined the female Night Elf named Sarah Hill and found that her condition was extremely serious, and of course, very familiar. "I could try to treat her, but I think it's better if we take her directly to Tyrande, so we can do more! Quick, go now! ”

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," the former commander whispered to the motionless woman. (To be continued.) )