Rodney, the sandy Shiva, Lawrence's territory, crows soar in the air.

"You're such a magical banana. Osser exclaimed.

The Minion raised a strange firearm in his hand, and the blue beam hit the crow flock in the sky, and immediately a crow fell.

Yes, a mass, they were frozen into ice cubes.

"Can you show me?" asked Other.

“okok。 The Minion smiled and handed the gun to Othur, put his hand on the trigger, and made a pulling motion.

“boom，sha ka la ka。 The Minion seemed to explain how to use it, sticking out its tongue and shaking its hands wildly.

"Thanks, I know how to use it, and I've played with dwarven firearms a lot. Orser smiled.

Then he fired a shot in the back, and the blue beam hit a gray staff, which was instantly frozen into a popsicle, and even the mana stored in it was imprisoned.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop on anyone else, Warlock. Oter reverted to a blank stance.

"I'm just curious how a desireless demon gentleman could be interested in this banana," Sylvie teased, "you haven't even laughed in front of me, Night Elf." ”

Oter gently handed the gun to the Minions, silent. Sylvie walked up to Other, her purple face returning to her ancient appearance.

Sylvie sat down beside Othur, dragging her chin and looking at Other.

"Now, is your brother nice to you?" asked Sylvie.

"I have two brothers. Osser glanced at Sylvie, but the black cloth covering her head disguised Othur's small movements.

"Hmm...... Is that brother who has been looking for you to go back is good to you?"

"Malfurion just wants me to go back quickly, the Burning Legion's offensive is fierce, and the druids are mostly not strong in combat. Orser explained.

"Isn't it good for you?" Sylvie tilted her head.

"No, he's fine. Osser's answer surprised Sylvie, who had thought that this seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless fellow with only demons in his mind would neglect the thoughtfulness of his loved ones.

"Although he was always arguing with me about the distribution of supplies," Oter twisted his neck, "but he would basically give in in at the end and give my Illidare more resources. ”

"Cenarius once called me and Illidan to learn from Malfurion what it means to be a druid. Osher shook his head, "I'm not convinced, and Illidan is even more angry at giving up on the druid path. ”

"He said to us, 'Osser, Illidan, your anger has been misused, I have not insulted you, if you want to continue your knowledge of nature, you can study with your brother. Osser said slowly, remembering how angry he and Illidan were in distant memory.

"Malfurion tried to comfort us, but he was stupid and couldn't speak, which annoyed Illidan even more. ”

He foolishly ran to the well of the moon and asked for a lot of sweet well water to find Illidan and try to appease him. ”

"What about you?" asked Sylvie.

"I was deflated, I was much calmer than Illidan, Illidan was a charismatic leader, I wasn't, I was only fit to be a warrior or a commander, in charge of tactics and combat. ”

"And what about after Malfurion finds Illidan?"

Illidan saw this as an insult to him, believing that the mentor he was studying from, from a master to a novice, had knocked over the well that Malfurion had begged for. ”

Malfurion also became angry, and he angrily accused Illidan of not having enough respect for Cenarius, and not enough for himself. ”

"At that time, Malfurion was not a respected druid, he was actually just getting started. ”

The Minion seemed to be listening to Otser's story, and it lay on the sand with its cold beam gun aside, its chin in its hands.

It also remembered its own siblings, Dave, Sartut, Tim......

Sylvi grabbed the banana, held it in her arms, and put her head on the Minion's head. But to be precise, Minions are a lump of mashed bananas.

The arms of the cute and lively girl were warm and comfortable, and the Minions immediately squinted their eyes comfortably.

He wanted to show his kindness, but was carried away by Illidan's emotions. Orser said.

"Who is Cenarius?" Sylvie played with a handful of hair on the top of the Minion's head and turned her gaze to Other.

"The mentor of our three brothers, the druid's legacy comes from his guidance. Orser said.

"Is he looking for you too?"

"Dead. ”

Sylvie scratched her head and patted Orsher on the back with her little hand: "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to pass." ”

Osser's face blankly took Sylvie's hand away, and Sylvie didn't mind.

"Killed by the Burning Legion?" asked Sylvie.

"Savis invaded the Emerald Dreamland, along with Ysera and Cenarius, they were corrupted, and Malfurion went after Savis alone, but he was no match for Savis. ”

"In the end, together with the warriors of the Alliance Tribes, we rescued Malfurion. ”

"Your mentor is dead inside?" Sylvie scratched at her cheeks.

"Yes, his soul was distorted, and Malfurion tried to redeem him, but failed. Orser said flatly.

"Ah, what a pity. ”

However, there was no pity on Sylvie's face, and she rubbed the Minion's face vigorously, pulled it into the shape of a large cake, and then squeezed it into a noodle shape.

"Little Banana, what's your name?" asked Sylvie.

"Ke Lin!" the Minion held up, its hands wearing a pair of gloves. According to Osser's thinking, this banana should play the role of a worker.

"Clin?" Sylvie repeated, barely transliterating the Minions' words.

The Minion seemed a little dissatisfied, and it frowned, jumped out of Sylvie's arms, paced back and forth, and then sighed and nodded to indicate that the transliteration was okay.

"What about you, Warlock, do you have a brother?" Orser began to ask Sylvie about it.

"Don't you don't care about our world?" Sylvie tilted her head and looked at Osher cutely, "You're in a hurry to get home, you're not interested in everything here, you need to hurry back to Azeroth, Illidaray can't do without you." ”

"That's what you said. ”

"It's an exchange, Warlock. Other frowned, "I've already said it, it's your turn." ”

"You judge lies, I don't want to tell you, it's not fun at all. Sylvie mischievously lifted the Minion named Clint and rubbed it vigorously against her face.

"You can mix the truth into the falsehood, so I can't tell. Orser said.

Sylvie winked at Other and touched her nose, "Then I'll just say that?"

"Don't get me wrong, Warlock," Oter lay bored on the sand, "I'm bored until I find the guy tracking me. ”

"That way it won't be boring. Sylvie scrambled onto Othur, her soft hips sitting on Othur's abs, Clynn in her hands, ready to start her story.

"If you don't let me sit, I won't say it!"

Sylvie was thrown far away by Othur, rubbed her ass angrily, picked up Klin, who had eaten a lot of sand on the side, and gave Other a hard middle finger.