Stratholme God

   Chapter 1003 Interlude

   McDonald's was indeed intimidating and enticing Tyrande.

  As a descendant of the infrastructure maniac, he can't bear if another accident happens, his soldiers will have to climb over the mountains again, relying on his legs to wipe the night elves' ass.

  Tyrande said that he wanted a discount, and he couldn't give the Stratholme railway all access. McDonald's said, "This is very difficult!" "It can't be done! The transportation is all integrated."

   Anyway, the railway is fixed, you can let the night elves manage it all. If necessary, it doesn't matter if you dismantle all the railway tracks yourself, I just have to repair it first.

   You don’t allow excavators, dirt trucks, and trains, and you want me to send someone to help you clean up the seamount?

   How can there be such a cheap thing!

   Tyrande was weak, and he couldn't stand up to McDonald's, so he had to go back with a plan, saying that he would discuss it with the senior leaders of the Sisterhood of Elune and the great druids.

  McDonald's management is less, anyway, he doesn't overwhelm the engineering team's workload, and leaves some margin. What to do next.

  God knows how long it will be from "The Burning Crusade" to "The Nth Wrath of the Lich King".

   Of course, it's time to celebrate before fully preparing for Northrend.

   "The Alliance has once again defeated the hateful demon and killed Kil'jaeden, another commander of the Burning Legion." As soon as the news came out, the entire Alliance was boiling again.

The    Alliance's feats in recent years, I don't know how many bards and novelists have been supported. Relying on the official announcement from the alliance, plus the scraps released by the soldiers in the war, it is enough for these guys to write a novel of several million words each.

"Oh oh oh!"

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

  The whole league immediately started carnival!

  The low-intensity gunpowder is turned into fireworks and shot into the sky through the barrel "biubiu"!

  With McDonald's announcement that the entire federal population will be on paid leave for seven days, soldiers will take a rest for the next month, and countries basically follow suit.

  The restaurant is open for business, and while the previously limited brewed Tibetan wine is taken out, the well-prepared winemaker quickly turns the grain released by the official into mellow wine.

   There are lanterns all over the place, so lively.

  The streets and alleys of the cities are reverberating with passionate or brisk music.

A trident operator was walking on the main road of Stratholme City. As he was walking, he came up to him with a beautiful face with a little bit of anger. Under a warm attack, this man named [Situ Yanpo]. The operator will be missing for 24 hours.

Seeing this scene on the terrace of his bunker, McDonald couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh! It's scary! Are there so many women who eat people these days? My soldiers were pulled into a small tree while walking on the street. No one in the back or in the alley. It's like when I get back, I often can't find my vertical grip."

   In front of him, Queen Xi, who was in an or2 pose, bit her lip coquettishly, and gave him a look a little annoyed and a little helpless.

  This bastard, why is he getting stronger and stronger?

  Oh, don't ask, just ask the system to issue points again, even if McDonald quietly adds all the points to the intelligence side, the foundation of all attribute improvement is here.

   The most outrageous thing is that the system now feels like a shaman and a thief hero, adding up two base points to him.

   He tested it a little bit, and probably his strength was comparable to that of Kaizi's follower, Sagunar, and his agility was no less than that of Verles*'s figure.

   It’s natural to be some distance away from top heroes like Magni and Valeera. How can it be developed into a hexagonal warrior?

   Don’t mention this, as a qualified follower, the top host is an obligation.

   McDonald grinned wickedly, and continued to try his best to surname the landlord.

   Now that Alleria and Veresa have given birth to a baby, Queen Xi is really anxious.

   In daily jokes, I even thought of the baby's name.

   "I thought I would have a beautiful mixed-race girl, and I decided to make her name Luna."

well!

  Lucia, Liv, and a Luna, the next generation of the three Windrunner sisters are alive together.

   McDonald's was speechless about this.

  He can't do anything about it. Whenever the car overturns a strong enemy, everyone knows that the foreign enemy will mostly stop for a while.

   McDonald knew that most of the time he couldn't escape, so he silently unchecked the previous [Reproductive Isolation] in the system.

   Recently, Liadrin and Maiev heard about which sand sculpture player put poison and started to practice peach buttocks.

  Uh, I have to admit, it's quite emotional.

   McDonald's looked up at the sky: "I'm afraid that the vertical grip of the Stratholme family will not stop polishing recently."

   On the other hand, after learning that the Alliance had won the Second Seamount War, he saw the spy's picture that the Alliance used a new type of spaceship to remove the corpses of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden. Thrall was silent for a long time.

   "Vol'jin, you say, is the Alliance weak? Or is it stronger again?"

   Vol'jin touched his chin: "It's hard to say."

   "It's hard to say, let's talk about it."

   "Just looking at the night elves, it is undoubtedly weakened. The death of a large number of mountain giants and ancient treemen is a great loss for the night elves that cannot be repaired in a century."

"and then?"

   "I'm afraid that the night elves will be conquered by McDonald's and completely integrated into the life and technology circles composed of humans and dwarves."

What   Vol'jin said was exactly what Thrall feared.

   A single night elf family is not enough to make Thrall feel that the tribe can't fight. After all, no matter how awesome the mountain giants are, the tribe also has a large number of gorons at this time!

  Everyone is a stone man, who is afraid of whom?

  But human beings, especially the armored troops and artillery of the Stratholme, are currently unable to solve it.

   Not to mention the sudden flying battleship.

   "We're also going to push forward with the plan of flying battleships!"

   "The goblins are asking for a high price..."

   Thrall gritted his teeth: "Tell them about the armament status of the Alliance, and let's talk about the tragic situation of the Hot Sand Group and the goblins in the Alliance before. I don't believe they won't let go."

The    Alliance has never heard of the siege of goblins, and it has long been the point of acquiring goblin heads for a long time.

   Everyone knows that this is just the retribution of the goblin's long-term death.

  For tribes, this is where it can be used.

   A few days later, Thrall received a piece of news that surprised him.

   "What? Half of the Alliance fleet at Feathermoon Fortress has been withdrawn? Where have they been withdrawn?"

   "I don't know, our wyverns don't have that long range. If we follow them out twenty miles, we won't be able to keep up," Varok reported.

The gap between the    Horde and the Alliance is all-round. Unless all the Iron Horde of the parallel planes enter this world, how can this gap be made up in a moment?

  The tribe has not mentioned a decent shipyard so far, and there is no place to find a safe coastline to build a dock.

   (end of this chapter)