There were some onlookers around, but Tyrangen didn’t care that she was waiting patiently for the wild animals to eat. After eating the meat, he also sucked the bones in two and even the spinal cord. Seeing that he was so horrible and eating onlookers, he couldn’t stand it. They all left.

The last bystander left, too. He suddenly laughed and threw those bone fragments all over the floor to drink water, but his eyes kept staring at Tyrande for a second.
He wiped his mouth with his hand and said yes.
Tyrande was really surprised that he could speak, although she knew before that he could understand himself. She smiled again and leaned against the cage.
The soldier shouted, you can’t get that close. He will come at you.
He won’t. Tyrande promised the soldiers, and then he looked at the beast and said, will you
He shook his head and put his hands back on his chest to signal that he wouldn’t do it. The soldier only stepped back a few steps, but he kept an eye on his movements all the time.
Tyrande ignored them and asked if there was anything else to eat.
No Thanks!
She paused and said, my name is Tyrande, and I am a priest of the Moon Temple.
The beast didn’t seem to want to talk to her again, but Tyrande kept waiting for his answer, so he said, Blockx, Blockx, I am the chief, Sal, the servant, and Sal is ruled by orcs.
Tyrande thought about it. From the appearance, this beast is obviously a warrior. He is a servant of Sal. This is also a strange name, which is even stranger than the name Blockx to some extent.
This Sal is the leader of the orcs. She has received a lot of education in the Temple of the Moon, but she has never heard of the orcs. Of course, every orc looks like Blockx dialect, and the night elves will definitely never forget it.
She wants to ask more details. Where are you from, Blockx? How did you get here?
Tyrande soon realized that he was wrong. The orc’s eyes narrowed and he put his hand over his mouth. It was silly of her. Why didn’t she think that the Moon Guard must have questioned him long ago? Although it was certainly not as good as her attitude, now the orc must have forced the magic to work, and now she is sent to be soft.
Blockx didn’t want to talk any more. He picked up the bowl and handed it to Tyrande with a look of disbelief.
Just then, an energy burst into the cage and hit the orc’s hand.
Blockx screamed, clutching his burned fingers, and looked at Tyrande with hatred. The soldiers could not help but lean back, and their spears were aimed at Blockx, forcing him to retreat.
At this moment, a familiar voice anxiously asked if you were all right. Tyrande, the beast didn’t hurt you, did it?
He didn’t mean to hurt me at all. Tyrande turned away angrily and she knew it was him, Illidan. How could you do that?
Illidan frowned, and his golden eyes suddenly lost some luster. I was afraid that this beast would
Tyrande interrupted him in the cage. What can he do? Besides, he is not a beast.
It’s not the beast Illidan who leans over to see Blockx and Blockx bares his teeth but doesn’t resist anything. Illidan snorted contemptuously, which is no different from an evolutionary animal to me.
He wants to return the bowl. What danger will the soldiers save me?
Illidan frowned again and said, I’m sorry. Maybe I overreacted, but you must also admit that it’s too risky today. You may not know that they said that the beast almost strangled a moon guard when he woke up.
Tyrande just looked at the soldiers around him. They looked stiff and nodded reluctantly. Illidan forgot to tell her before, but it was no different. Former Blockx had been abused and she had decided to help him.
Thank you, Illidan, but I want to tell you again that I’m fine. She looked at the orc’s injury. Blockx’s fingers were black and his eyes were obviously injured, but he didn’t call or ask for treatment.
Tyrande, regardless of Illidan’s objection, knelt down beside the cage and reached in without hesitation.
Illidan immediately grabbed her hand, Tyrande.
You all turned back and said to Blockx softly, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I can help you heal. Give me your hand.
Blockx growled, but in Tyrande’s view, it was not anger, but a decision. Illidan was beside Tyrande, and he would act immediately if anything unusual happened.
Illidan, I want to beg you to stay back.
What Tyrande?
Will you treat me, Illidan?
She knew he was holding back his anger, but Illidan listened to Tyrande and turned to face the rooms around the square.
Tyrande looked at Blockx again, but he looked at Illidan and showed satisfaction for a moment before turning back and watching Tyrande stretch his injured hand.
She examined his hand stall for an injury. Both fingers were burnt, and one hand was swollen and purulent.
What did you do to him just now? She asked Illidan.
Recently, he said
That’s right. It’s definitely not from Cenarius. It’s a kind of advanced elf magic. Illidan didn’t have much energy when he first shipped it. As long as his opponent is exciting enough, Illidan can do it. It seems that he has won the third quarter for it.
Tyrande, however, doesn’t have this kind of magic.
The goddess of the moon listened to me and begged Tyrande to pick up Blockx’s finger and kiss her gently. The soldiers around her were very surprised. She prayed to the goddess to give her strength to ease Blockx’s pain and resolve Illidan’s impulsive crimes.
Reach out and try your best. Tyrande ordered Blockx.
Blockx looked at the soldiers around him and moved a step forward. He tried his best to stretch his hand. Tyrande cage magic would stop him, but it didn’t. Maybe Blockx didn’t escape, and the magic didn’t work.
Tyrande looked up at the night and the moon was hanging in the sky. She read, Goddess of the Moon, you are pure and elegant. You love to give me strength, so that I can cure this.
She begged the soldiers around her again and again, sighing. Illidan tried to go over and persuade her, but it was just that, because it was obvious that Tyrande would be angry.
A beam of silver light, that is, the light of the goddess of the moon, surrounds her. Tyrande is like a goddess, and her body is permeated with the glory of the goddess of the moon.
Blockx was stunned by this scene. He has gradually believed in Tyrande. Let her hold her hand.
When the moonlight shone on his finger, the swelling and burn wound healed, and the fracture site was also good. Blockx was seriously injured and recovered instantly.
For a few seconds, the orc kept his eyes open and he was shocked.