"Whiteman, it's you!"

Looking at the mature royal sister who stopped in front of her, Brigitte was slightly stunned, and then shook her body without much concern and walked over from the other side.

"I have something to look for His Highness Kael'thas, you wait a minute!"

Because he didn't plan to kill Whitemayne, for reasons of secrecy, Mo Wen announced that Renault begged him to forgive his lover Whitemayne before he died, considering that the latter was only because of the fact that Renault killed his father and helped him fight against the coalition forces, and the crime was not big, so Mo Wen also 'took the opportunity' to agree.

This was not opposed by the Scarlet Crusaders, who had always upheld the tradition of tolerance for women, and secondly, Whitemayne himself had a good friendship with the high-ranking officials, and was a rare clergyman, so they pardoned the female prosecutor for her crimes and let her continue to serve the Crusaders. Of course, the necessary monitoring was still essential, so the Scarlet Monastery where Mo Wen and his army of Blood Elves were temporarily stationed became Whitemayne's residence.

So now that Whitemayne appeared in front of her, Briggie was not surprised, if she hadn't gotten some news at hand and needed to discuss it with Mo Wen, she would probably have talked to this acquaintance.

It's just that Whitemayne doesn't think so, and she can't get rid of it so easily, who has finally made up her mind.

Seeing her take a step forward, she grabbed Bridget's hand and whispered anxiously: "Listen to me Bridget, you can't get any closer to that elf prince anymore!" I saw it with my own eyes, and he was not a good man in collusion with the devil! ”

Glancing left and right. Whitemayne said solemnly to Bridget, "General, you must believe me. I swear what I say is true, in the same dungeon where Renault died. That demon is there, and it's the one who tricked Renault into doing all those evil deeds, and I know you won't accept it right away, but trust me, if you sneak a look??????"

Knowing that his previous actions were easily suspected, and that the elven prince had a very good impression among the Scarlet Crusade, Whitemayne proved himself to Brigitte almost as if he were swearing, and used all his tricks.

Bridget's reaction, however, was a little strange, and she was slightly taken aback. But then there was a very complicated look in his eyes, as if he was sorry, seemed to be sympathetic, felt like pity, but he was a little unbearable and hesitant.

After a while, all kinds of expressions were restrained by her, and then she gently pulled away Whitemayne and took her hand, and said with some gritted teeth: "All right, Whitemayne, - trust me." That guy isn't a nice guy, I know that better than you do! ”

"That's not right!" However, hearing this, Whiteman's heart was anxious, because the other party's eyes did not see the suspicion in his eyes when he encountered the enemy. The feeling of gnashing teeth in front of me looks like a coquettish relationship between lovers.

"General Bridget, what I said is true, that elven prince is definitely in collusion with the devil. If you don't eradicate him now, the Scarlet Crusades will be in the future—"

"That's it!" Looking at Whitemayne still pestered. Bridget also had a headache, and finally rubbed her eyebrows. In the end, he sighed lightly and said helplessly to the former: "I know what you said is true, but you don't understand, now ??????" Bridget was about to say and stopped, and finally could only say, "You can come and see!" ”

??????

"Kael'thas ?"

Gently pushing open the door to Mo Wen's room, Bridget walked into the room with a confused Whitemayne on her face.

Simple layout, except for some tables and chairs in the room, there is only a large bed, and Mo Wen is now covered with a quilt, lying on this bed and sleeping soundly, his sleeping face is peaceful and peaceful, and there is no usual sense of oppression at all.

"Huh?" As if sensing someone coming in, Mo Wen, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of divine light erupted between the opening and closing of his gold and silver pupils.

As soon as they were stared at by the discolored pupils, Bridget and Whitemayne felt a chill in their hearts, as if facing a dragon, and they didn't dare to move again.

"Oh, it's Bridget and Sally!" But fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, and the nameless oppression dissipated as Mo Wen's whisper dissipated.

There were no clothes on, Mo Wen had a quilt on his legs, so he sat down on the bed with a big grin, and said playfully: "Bridget, Sally, why are you two coming to me so late?" Could it be—tsk, speaking of which, Bridget hasn't been to me in days, and it's not surprising, but Sally, didn't she just feed you? Want it so soon? What a ??????."

"Color blank!"

Bridget and Whitemayne secretly spat at the same time, and couldn't help rolling their eyes in the face of Mo Wen's teasing, but then their faces turned red again.

Because he didn't wear clothes, Mo Wen's sturdy upper body was completely presented in the eyes of the two, and the streamlined muscles matched with excellent appearance, even Whitemayne, who had a heart, had to admit that the demon in front of him had a charm that attracted people.

However, this emotion only lasted for a moment, and then it was replaced by horror, and in the middle of the room, Whitemayne saw Bridget kneeling down on one knee and said solemnly to Mo Wen: "Master, there is news from Kalimdor!" ”

Mo Wen, who was still playful, instantly became stern in his expression.

"That blueskin is dead?"

What's going on? Whitemane's mind was dizzy, and he couldn't believe what he saw—why would a dignified Scarlet Crusader general fall down on one knee in front of the demon and call him his master? How is this possible?!

However, at this moment, no one could answer her doubts, and the conversation between Mo Wen and Brigitte continued.

"Yes, just as the master said, Akmund died under the World Tree Nodashir, and now the army of the Burning Legion is being slaughtered by the Night Elves, Terrans, and Orcs, and it is no longer a climate!"

"Cut, it's cheaper than that blue skin, I originally wanted to avenge that arrow and send it back to the Twisted Void with my own hands! What about the Scourge Corps? ”

"Kalimdor's main force of the Scourge has begun to withdraw to the base camp of the Northrend continent, and the whereabouts of the leader Arthas are unknown, while the Scourge Legion in Lordaeron headquarters has not moved."

??????

In Whitemayne's confused gaze, Mo Wen listened carefully to Bridget's report a little bit, and then suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The time has finally come!" With his arms forward, he stretched his waist, Mo Wen's face was completely excited at this time, and then he ordered Britcht: "It's time for us to act!" ”

"Inform the Blood Elves to prepare for their voyage, and you go and contact the other Scarlet Crusader higher-ups, and say that we plan to unite to attack the main legions of the Scourge and prevent them from returning to the Northrend base camp!"

"Then the Death Knight and the Lich King will be handed over to us, and I will take care of them myself!"

"Send someone to contact Onexia and tell her that the plan can be carried out, and I believe in Boval? That guy would be interested in the Black Dragon, who killed his king, and the orcs, his former enemies. ”

"To Dalin? Proudmore went to get a letter, little Gianna had been playing outside for quite some time, and it was time to keep her away from those filthy orcs! ”

"Contact Jean? Greyman, tell him that we have a potion that can suppress the curse of the werewolves, if you want, let Gilneth return to the alliance, and by the way, tell him that the curse of the werewolf is a disaster caused by the Night Elf Druid's abuse of the wild power given by nature, and it is estimated that this old stubborn will fight the Night Elves first without our provocation. ”

"And the Hammer Dwarves ??????"

Bridget respectfully half-knelt on the ground, listening to Mo Wen's orders one after another, nodding in response to something from time to time, and standing on the other side, Whitemayne looked at this scene but felt a chill in his heart, and his hands and feet were cold.

From the Scarlet Crusaders to Stormwind, from the Blood Elves to the Hammer Dwarves, from Lordaeron to Ironforge, in a short period of time, the demon in front of him actually mobilized almost all the forces of the Alliance, even the forces that had not been united in the Undead Scourge were combined by him in an instant, and the time it took was only one night.

Whitemane felt a little breathless, and the qiē in front of her was like a big net, binding her tightly, and the tip of the iceberg revealed between the words was enough to shock anyone, and the pungent bloody breath was almost overflowing, and in a trance she felt that she had just come into contact with a huge conspiracy, and in the midst of this conspiracy, the whole world would tremble and panic.

And at this moment, Bridget, who was talking to Mo Wen, suddenly looked back at her.

Although the other party did not speak, Whitemane understood the meaning in his eyes, and also understood the intention of the other party to bring him.

With Whitemayne's current identity, status, and strength, any resistance is futile, and going against a force that can secretly control the entire alliance is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and in the end she can only be crushed into slag, not to mention that no one believes her Whitemayne's words now, even if someone believes it, in the face of so many such strong forces, others can only choose not to believe.

With a slight wry smile, the little thought of rebellion that had just arisen in Whitemane's heart was shattered in less than a few minutes in the face of the cruel reality. Whether Bridget was coerced or lured by the coercion in front of her, her actions clearly told Whitemayne that he had the only way forward.

"Renault, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you get revenge for a long time!"

sighed secretly in her heart, and in Mo Wen's playful gaze, the female prosecutor's head was lowered very low, with a respectful face. (To be continued......)

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