Stratholme God

   Chapter 1245 Make a move, old patience

  I - MacDonald, the dignified Emperor of Stratholme, must be an astonishing existence, and I will never get excited when I see a dragon.

Huh? Vertical grips have their own ideas?

  Cough! It's business hours!

   McDonald just felt like he was digging a hole and burying himself.

   Helpless, Longmian Temple could not offend.

  Kalei's **** or dishonor is still the dragon king. It is very necessary to maintain a good relationship.

  Mai someone pinched his nose and recognized it.

"Why are you looking at me? Isn't Tyrande delicious? Isn't Jaina beautiful? A bunch of beauties from the vassal sent me over, have I eaten it? Should I refuse or can I refuse." Her own girl looked at Sea King and launched a final counterattack.

   "Hehe, that's because there is a goddess of the moon behind the family, and the whole country is involved, don't you think it's troublesome?" Queen Xi performed a lore.

   See through but not say through!

  Where do you put the face of my emperor?

   McDonnell clutched his aching chest with a look of grief and indignation (pretend): "..."

   "Oh hehe!" Queen Xi really gave a queenly smirk, making her sisters laugh.

  The imperial family has no kinship, and this law does not seem to apply here. It's not that no ceremonial officials or vassals have mentioned that the rules should not be exceeded.

  Since Mai sent three talkative officials to Northrend for mining, no one dared to mention them again.

  If there is no one to control the imperial power, if it really wants to maintain a broken empire for generations to come, McDonald's will probably seriously consider how to maintain his rule.

   But here N, the ancient gods are lining up to appear, and he is counting down the arrival of the Burning Legion. You are still playing power, isn't that a big death?

   For these topics, McDonald's is more than just 'the **** doesn't listen to the scriptures', and directly suppresses it with thunder.

  Official statement: With the right leadership, a high degree of centralization is the key to safely surviving Azeroth's many subsequent crises.

  Speak human words: I can do whatever I like.

   McDonald 'reluctantly' accepted the setting that he had a new mount, and by the way lamented [Invincible]. Back then, the two fools gave him a horse, but McDonald's hadn't ridden it many times in all these years.

  The biggest good news is that the [Invincible] aptitude is good enough, and once it passes away, it can become a heroic warhorse.

   The next few days will be a bit of a drain.

   McDonald knew what Nelthario wanted to do.

  Nesario knew that McDonald was blocking him.

   Even though McDonald's apparently 'invited by His Majesty King Wrynn, and led the elites into the Blackwing Descent', Neltharion just didn't react at all.

   There is no way, the number of times the brother of the wing of the pit of Mai is a bit too much. Not long ago, I pretended to be in the sky wall, and the cat fell into the pit of the wings of Stratholme.

   Now I can't believe it.

   As a result, the Black Wing Blood Ring seemed to be unable to act, and after becoming angry, they simply attacked.

  The sand sculpture player is the main force, and the rest of the Stormwind Kingdom’s mobile forces are supplemented by the attack, pushing back in one breath, blocking the berserk elemental creatures and the mutants that jumped out of the Blackwing Blood Ring in the Black Rock Mountain to kill.

   Of course, the mortal armies of the Alliance were helpless to spread out, and this is also true:

   Blasted Lands, Blackwing Descent, Twilight Citadel, Tol Barad, Valsqui, Kul Tiras, Pandaria, Dragonblight in Northrend... This is not even the most basic homeland defense.

   It is not difficult to find out by casually counting, there are nearly ten places where soldiers are to be used.

Thanks to McDonald's blowing away Deathwing, taking down the Sky Wall and the Land of Fire, and having enough sand sculpture players to help McDonald's withstand Kul Tiras, Pandaria, and Vaal Si Qi and Black Wing Blood Ring, otherwise, the momentum of the beacon fires here and there will be able to scare all the staff and logistics officers of the alliance to the point of urinating their pants.

   Even if the main attack is Twilight Fortress, Tol Barad and Blackwing Blood Ring, which place does not need 108,000 soldiers? This directly leads to the fact that the food supply and armament of any military location are measured in 10,000 tons.

   Even if other countries in the alliance want to use troops, they have to come to McDonald's to say hello in advance, depending on the face of the Stratholme.

   These days, local tyrants do not necessarily have surplus food.

  In case the family sends troops to various provinces to eliminate elemental creatures or twilight dragons running around, once the troops or food cannot keep up, ask Dad for help, and Dad will spread his hands, and all countries will stop.

  The people of Azeroth don't understand the price index CPI. It's not like the ugly country used the spring and autumn style to reduce the proportion of food price increases in the index. Changing the number can fool the age of the common people.

  The people are very simple, everyone knows that this ruined planet is unlucky, but ah, as long as life goes on, the people will not riot.

  Although McDonald's can print money (gold coins) indefinitely, the indiscriminate issuance of gold coins will cause inflation to explode, wages will not rise, and the public will not be able to bear it.

   He can only continue to strengthen the supervision of the food and daily necessities in the market, put out the things at the bottom of the warehouse to calm the panic of the people, and at the same time let many people hang on the southeast branch, even a newly appointed earl.

   has nothing to do with the laws of nobility.

In the past, there was the royal family of Alterac Pirenold, and then there were the Cultists of the Damned and the Cultists of the Twilight. This kind of thing is defined as human **** or alliance traitor. The noble assembly was held a long time ago to show that their territory and inheritance are not subject to noble law. Protect.

   McDonald's was so ruthless that he managed to suppress the domestic troubles.

  While everyone was still struggling, his eyes were still fixed on the piece of land covered with ice and snow.

   When the old Heilong stopped playing his seemingly clumsy, but actually brilliant conspiracy, McDonald had a hunch that the next time he came, Lao Nai would definitely come with the strongest troops and kill him with thunder.

   In the main hall of the Dreadnought Fortress by the sea in the south of the Borean Tundra, McDonald's looks to the northeast, which is the location of Wyrmrest Temple.

   "Lao Nai, Lao Nai, your plan is really good, but it's a pity that you met me..." To this day, McDonald's is not afraid of occasionally slipping up. With the passage of the ancient battle and the endorsement of the Bronze Dragon King, even if he knows some of the "spoilers", others will only think that he has seen something in the long river of time.

   Taking the warm hot black tea from the plate held by the maid Solan Lianne, McDonald took a sip.

   He was waiting, waiting for Lao Nai to play his cards.

   After all, there is not much time left for Lao Nai.

   On the other side, with the help of the airship, King Wa bombarded the Twilight Fortress, and he successfully entered the fortress yesterday and started a brutal street battle.

   Unless Deathwing is brain-sucked, he will not continue to pour resources into a doomed fortress.

At the moment when almost all the twilight dragon eggs in the fort were hatched and taken away, Sinestra, who was left in the depths of the fort, was just a zombie dragon to attract the attention of the alliance. What a pity about that.

   Such an old-fashioned offensive, in just a few days...

   (end of this chapter)