MTL - Stormwind God-v2 Chapter 2020 exhausted

In theory, Ysera recovers the fastest, and naturally stays in the Emerald Dream.

But the Emerald Dream had a weak defense at the moment and it was a futility. According to Enzos's temperament, as long as Duke dared to leave, he left Ysera alone. Next time, Ysera is finished with the Emerald Dream.

Ysera froze completely. She never expected that one day, it would be her king of dreams to leave the emerald dream, which is the best way to do it.

The guilt of wanting to perform her duties and having to abandon them made her almost collapse.

"Well, maybe you're right. I'll talk to my sister." Ysera lowered her head. "So, is there any good advice for quickly recovering from soul damage?"

Duke got stuck.

His own constitution is absolutely wonderful. It seems that he can draw other soul elements and turn it into his own soul without breaking down the essence of his own soul. It seems to be the only one in the world.

"Uh, Ysera, you should talk to Elune."

"Ok."

Duke first opened a portal and returned Ysera to the Temple of Dragon Sleep, and then took Malfurion back to Darnassus, where he delivered to Tyrande at the Temple of the Moon.

Tyrande was pleased to see the return of the childhood sweetheart.

"Oh Duke, thank you so much." Since Tyrande stepped down as high priest, handing over the position to Shantis, and continuing to lead the night elves only as Elune agents, Tyrande has been lifted a lot Bondage. As long as it's not in public, she doesn't mind showing her close relationship with Duke.

Right in front of Malfurion, Tyrande kissed generously.

Malfurion had long been used to it. There was no loneliness, but only indifference.

"Master Marcus, thank you again for your help. The Cenarion Council still needs me. I will leave first, and you will continue." Malfurion made a courtesy and left.

Instead, Tyrande was a little embarrassed. Only the two of them were left, Duke briefly talked about the situation of the Emerald Dream.

"Did Cenarius fall after all?"

"Ok."

"Oh!" Tyrande sighed. "Fortunately, I avoided the worst consequences. But the Green Dragon Legion is also half-disabled. To maintain the anti-Titan formation, Ysera's guarding dragon power is essential. Hope She can recover as soon as possible. "

Facing this result, Duke also had a headache.

Enzos is definitely overdoing it this time. Disabling the anti-Titans array would be a half dime benefit to him?

This is almost a latrine light, look for shit!

Sa always came, and he was not upset.

Does he really think that the already inferior justice camp is stronger than the Burning Legion?

I really don't know how these ancient gods' brain circuits are made!

"Any further opportunities? It feels like we are still too passive!" Tyrande makes sense.

Duke also hurt.

The battle in the Broken Isles has always been considered progress. With steady and steady, the Alliance began to establish front-line bases in all directions in the southeast and northwest of the archipelago.

However, the battle situation has been very stalemate. Almost every meter pushed forward, the cost of the lives of dozens or even hundreds of soldiers.

Outside the Broken Islands, general mobilizations have taken place. Almost twenty-four hours a day, each sub-fleet is in a state of exhaustion, busy intercepting those Burning Legion assault ships and star destroyers that descended.

"The opportunity is coming. I believe the Pantheon will not see this scene."

There are as many mountains to do.

Duke returned to Karazhan first.

Don't look at him every second in the Jade Nightmare, those big tricks are quite troublesome.

This is not in the game, after the mental power is used up, the fart has no effect, and slowly make up for it directly. It's like him in the mortal world, two consecutive nights, it's like a ghost after all night.

"Who! Vanessa, I just finished packing the Emerald Nightmare and confronted Enzos for a wave. I was exhausted. Take a break first. Do n’t call me if there are no major events that break down.

"Well, I see, Master." Since entering the Legion again at this point in time, Vanessa has been well behaved. She wasn't the little girl who used to play with her temper.

Demigods are not invincible, even if they have a demigod, they will die.

The death of Cenarius, a violent earthquake shook the entire Alliance camp.

A few years ago, when Vanessa realized that the fate of the entire league and even Azeroth was on Duke's seemingly weak shoulders, she had already taken a much better attitude towards Duke.

Duke fell asleep, rarely, not by habit, but by the instinct of being a creature. After death, those wild gods who have been sleeping in the Emerald Dream for thousands of years have recovered themselves.

Falling asleep, Duke felt confused that a woman who was no stranger was thoughtful.

Well, it smells good.

Duke didn't care, either, when the humanoid pillow fell into his arms.

When Duke woke up after a day and a night of sleep, he sweated coldly.

sweat!

Sweat!

Waterfall Khan!

I drop obediently, can it be Ysera?

I have to say that the ultimate deformity is a bunker. Although Ysera is still a human form familiar to Duke, the iconic dragon horns and the facial features that Duke has always liked are removed. Except for those long ears and long eyebrows, Ysera is no different from humans.

More pleasing to the eye.

But, you came to me to do a good job?

"Wake up? Morning, oh, good evening." Miss Ysera's voice was still so nice.

"Say, here is my bedroom, my bed?" Just in case, Duke confirmed the surroundings.

"That's right."

"Then what are you doing here for me?" Duke was too embarrassed, because it was so easy, he was still holding his shoulders, his paws on the dragon's waist.

"No, I was looking for you a little bit. But after I relaxed, I suddenly felt very lonely, so I studied like you humans and nestled together. In fact, I found it very good."

Obviously, "I don't understand you humans" is written on his face, but Ysera's lonely and lonely eyes suddenly hit a soft part of Duke's heart severely.

Involuntarily, Duke held Ysera firmly: "Are you better now?"

"Well ... it almost feels like it."

Duke could not help but add a little more force: "What now?"

"Huh ..." Ysera's breath was blowing around Duke's neck, a little itchy.

Unconsciously, smelling the faint scent in the green hair with a little fantasy, Duke was a little bit awkward.

Suddenly, Ysera looked up: "Kiss me ... is it okay? What do I want to try to kiss?"

She used her most sincere emotions to say a slightly dazed words, the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes were so clear and clear, the kind of soft and unconsciously compassionate breath easily defeated Duke's defense.