The desert climate of Tanaris was unbearably hot, but the Blood Elves camp was cool while the Union soldiers and Horde armies were tormented by the heat here.

Compared to their heyday, the current blood elves are indeed very down, but even if they are down, they are the undisputed strongest magical race. Even human mages know that from time to time they turn on their magic shields to block the heat wave for themselves, how can the blood elves lag behind?

It would take enough spellcasters to set up and maintain the magic circle that enveloped the entire camp to make even a human army with a mage legion a headache, but it was only a trivial matter for the blood elves who were all demonic.

Even the Blood Elves of the Warrior Stalker class can perform a magic spell or two, which shows that magic has already penetrated the soul of every Blood Elf, and it is really easy for them to summon the casters who maintain the existence of the magic circle.

"It's better for you to be here."

Furtsel looked at someone who was sitting across from him, with his legs crossed and his mouth exclaiming, and finally couldn't help but give him two health balls - white eyes.

Leo came to her for what others didn't know, and Fusserl didn't know?

This kid is completely here to get cold, don't believe it, Ephesel knows about Leo, he really did this kind of thing.

The mana cost of maintaining the magic shield was almost imperceptible to Leo as a demigod, but it was almost not completely, and with Leo's surname of Bing, who could sit and never stand, lie down and never sit, Furssell had every reason to believe that he had come to him to be lazy.

Do you dare to be lazier, as a demigod warlock, it is too troublesome to even open the talisman shield to resist the heat.

Furheatel kicked Leo and kicked the boy off the only seat in the tent.

Leo blinked, didn't he just sit on your stool, and if you want to sit down, just say, why did you kick me?

"I heard that your attack on the ruins of Angela failed?"

Without looking at Leo's resentful expression, Fursel asked himself his own question.

Leo stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and then replied, "It's not a failure, it's that there is no one in the ruins of Angela, and the beetle people retreated long before we attacked." ”

Hearing this, Fursser's brow furrowed, so that the seal of the Wall of Beetles was about to be broken, and the battle with the Yaki Empire would break out in full force.

"What, you didn't hear anything?"

Leo narrowed his eyes, the alliance told Sarufar about the situation at the same time as withdrawing from the ruins of Angela, and Furhisel didn't know what was going on, what was wrong?

Even if the blood elves are not social and do not have a good relationship with orcs and trolls, it is not possible to leave such a big news untold.

Leo was sure that Sarufar would not do such a stupid thing, and not to forget, the Blood Elves were now part of the tribe.

It seems that I underestimated the abilities of some people, and also underestimated the power of hatred, and some people are still doing certain small actions under the suppression of Sarufar and Lexa.

Fursser's face was a little frightened, she didn't know about such an important matter until Leo told her, the news from the orcs simply said that the Alliance's plan to attack the ruins of Angela had failed, and there was no mention of the evacuation of the beetles at all.

"Hmph, orcs and trolls are really unreliable."

Furssell snorted angrily, the female elf was now full of anger, she was the one who presided over the war in Silishus, and if something went wrong, she Furssell would be responsible.

"Sister Dnev, there's no need to be angry with those little people." Leo leaned in with a doggy face, his hand gently squeezing over Fursser's shoulder, "It's not that orcs and trolls are unreliable, it's that some of them are unreliable. ”

The main battle faction among the orcs, mainly the Warsong Clan, is resolutely opposed to joining forces with the Alliance, and what they remember is not that they failed in their invasion, and that the humans did not slaughter them after being defeated by the humans, and that they only had in their minds the humiliation of being held as slaves in Dunhold Castle.

From the standpoint of human beings, human beings feel that they are generous enough, the orcs have invaded their homeland, slaughtered their own compatriots, and occupied the land that does not belong to the orcs.

However, in the eyes of the orcs of the Warsong Clan, the humans did not kill them because they were generous-minded, and they were locked up in order to humiliate them, insult the glory of their warriors, and make them more uncomfortable to live than to die.

If you have a different stance on the same thing and look at the problem from different angles, you will naturally come to different conclusions.

As for the trolls, they have a long-standing feud with the elves, and there are not a few in the Dark Spear tribe who don't like the blood elves.

"Sarufar doesn't even have the ability to control his subordinates, so what kind of commander can he be?"

No wonder Furssell is angry, although the blood elves have their own sources of intelligence, but they have to go around the corner, and there will be a time lag between them and the first-hand information, if the beetle people are quite sealed during this time, the unprepared blood elves will definitely suffer heavy losses.

"Don't be so angry, it's not worth it to be angry with those little people."

Leo said that his mind fell somewhere else, and from his angle, he just saw a snow-white hidden in the deep collar.

Furssell didn't notice Leo's abnormality, Leo put on a dogleg to please her, she was used to it, and it didn't happen a lot in the year she trained this kid in Stormwind.

The so-called habit becomes natural, and since it has become nature, of course, no one will pay attention to it.

But one thing she overlooked was that she was dressed differently when she was in Stormwind.

At that time, Vertsel was a trainee paladin, and in order to become a paladin, she practiced penance all year round, and she wore low-grade linen clothes, which felt very bad, and the clothes wrapped her body very tightly, Leo could neither see anything that should not be seen, nor did he have any sense in his hands, of course, there would be no problems.

Now it was different, because it was in his own tent, and he dressed casually.

Dressed in a thin silk robe, Leo's hand on it is no different from directly touching Fursser's body, the worst thing is that it is actually low-cut, and it is also hollowed out a lot for the sake of beauty, Leo can see everything that should be seen when he stands behind her, and he can see what he shouldn't see.

The decoration on the robes emitted a hazy light, as if a mist of water was covering the skin of the female elf, and the hot spring water was no more than that.

In order to calm his anger, Furssell took a deep breath, and this time Leo was not calm at all.

The two points of red looming on the white greasy that are like congealed fat are divine horses?

Tilting his head, Leo forced himself to look away, if he looked any further, something would definitely happen.

At that moment, Leo's sense of smell was stimulated by a vague scent, which was the scent of Fursel's body.

With a sniff, Leo couldn't help but look down and sniff.

Sensing Leo's strange behavior, Furssell tilted his head, wanting to see what was going on behind him.

This deviation made the neckline crooked, and a perfect hemispherical object hit Leo's visual nerves, and following Leo's line of sight, Fussel found a problem, this little soul was actually peeking at himself!

Glaring at Leo in disgust, Fursser's glance was like a smile that gave birth to a charming back, and it shattered Leo's psychological defense with a bang.

The flame in Leo's heart burst into flames, blazing fiercely.

Furssell was about to speak, when Leo suddenly lowered his head.

"Little Soul Fade...... Not...... Hmmm......"

Bow your head and kiss!

Furssell didn't expect that Leo would kiss her like this, and he was stunned on the spot for a while.

The slippery foreign object invaded and pried open her teeth, greedily sucking everything, and the foreign object in her mouth woke Fursser. She was about to struggle, but Leo's hands reached down the collar of the robe, and as he invaded it, the robe slipped off Verchsel's body.

His upper body was cold, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

This little soul is really!

Furssell wanted to push Leo away, but the vicious hands that kept kneading her chest made her feel weak, and the original rejection changed its taste, and it felt like she wanted to refuse and welcome.

The act of caressing Léo stimulated Leo, and his hands wrapped around the willow waist that Fursel was holding in his hand, and hugged the female elf who had most of her body uncovered, so that the moving delicate body was tightly attached to her body, and Leo came to the bed in two steps.

With a gentle but not slow movement, he put the jade man in his arms on the bed, and Leo whispered in her ear: "Sister Dnev, be my first woman." ”

The scorching breath sprayed on her face, and a tingling sensation penetrated into Fursser's body with Leo's words, making her body hot and weak.

The first woman...... It turns out that he and Scarlett haven't ...... yet Then me and him...... A little luck, a little joy, and a little sweetness, the inexplicable feeling made Furtsel not resist Leo's invasion.

One by one, the clothes left the owner's body and scattered all over the bed, a perfect work of art for Leo alone.

"It's beautiful!"

In admiration from the heart, Leo's hand moved up and down the moving curve.

Furssell felt two scorching breaths move with the movement of the hands that were doing evil on her, and the feeling was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help but whisper softly.

The whisper from the mouth of the female elf sounded like the most beautiful fairy music to Leo, and Leo leaned down to press it when he saw the ruddy appearance of Furssell and the mist covering his eyes.

The female elf let go of her body and obediently cooperated with the man on her body, the sigh of satisfaction and the coquettish whisper sounded at the same time, and the bodies of the two completely coincided together, and then the man's heavy gasping and the woman's coquettish murmur became the main theme in the camp, and a scene that made people's blood flutter was quietly staged.

Exactly: cloud sideburns and golden steps, hibiscus tent warmth**.

(To be continued)