Stratholme God

   Chapter 557 An Opportunity

   "I didn't expect that, Lord Stratholme, you really remember the promise." Tyrande smiled.

   "If you promise Your Excellency Yufeng, you will definitely do it." McDonald said indifferently. It can be seen that his expression is very free and easy.

   That's right!

  The famous commander of the league has run away from 'home'.

   As long as he stayed in Stratholme, a group of vassals would chase him down and force him to marry him.

  It turns out that on Earth, forced marriage is the ten or so days of the New Year, and patience will pass.

  Here, especially from Monday to Sunday, the standard 997 is from morning to night, and everyone is righteous.

As soon as    Mai opened his mouth, he felt that he was betrayed by 99.99% of the people in the world, and there was no one to help him.

   The ones who didn't make a sound were the Windrunner sisters, who, intentionally or unintentionally, ruffled the hair that fell down from their temples.

   Ambiguity is a fart, if McDonald dares to do it, there must be a mysterious woman ABCD jumping out to get in the way.

  Three monks have no water to eat, the ancients will not deceive me!

   This time Tyrande asked him to come to the northern barrens to inspect the pioneering and greening, and McDonald's came back in seconds - coming soon!

  He brought Valeera, who can't talk nonsense, two great astral masters, and a group of Stratholme guard knights, and opened the portal and went straight to it.

   was so efficient that it was enough to scare Tyrande.

  Fortunately, Tyrande has heard gossip about McDonald's since he started to join the alliance.

   Looking at this young man who was forced to marry and ran away, Tyrande just wanted to laugh.

MacDonald took five hundred knights, and Tyrande took the same number of sentries and huntresses. They headed east from Fort Astrana, then turned south, exited Ashenvale, and came to the actual control area of ​​the Alliance today. - North of the Barrens.

  Since Thrall withdrew from Old Orgrimmar with his younger brother, the Barrens have been divided between the Alliance and Horde in tacit understanding.

   The shape of the Barrens is a rectangle from south to north on the map.

   Now the situation is different from the confrontation between the Alliance and Horde after the Great Cataclysm, because the Horde gave up the crossroads. Basically, the north of the crossroads belongs to the alliance.

I don’t know which genius thought it was. Ratchet, a port city east of the middle of the Barrens, started to make trouble. Those goblins suddenly expanded westward and established a new camp ten kilometers south of the crossroads, claiming that this is the city of Ratchet. New town area.

   Then, below Ratchet, the second prince of Kul Tiras, Tandre, who was rumored to be taking over the scepter of King Daelin soon, sent his troops to build the alliance fortress [Northern Castle].

   Along the north-south main road to the south, the tauren fortified their Taurazu camp, which was originally built in the barrens of Thunder Bluff, and upgraded it into a fortress.

   Further south, there is the [Green Fortress] that the Alliance pressed out of the Dustwallow Marsh.

   Continue to the south, that is, Razor Swamp and Razor Heights controlled by the wild boar people.

  The whole barren land formed a kind of interlocking state where there is an enemy in me, and an enemy in me.

   And the Stonetalon Mountains region west of the Barrens, and Desolace, are now populated by large numbers of tribes. Although no war has been declared, the turf-grabbing situation has become intense.

   Tyrande immediately understood that as long as the time came, there would be a war.

  The only thing that comforted Tyrande was that the Alliance told the Horde temporarily, and then the Stratholme First Army bluntly leveled the original crossroads and started the traditional art [Building a Fortress]!

Every day, the goblins of Ratchet see a large number of Alliance cargo ships coming from the south, entering the mouth of the Ragewater River that separates Durotar and the Barrens in front of them, entering the river, and then connecting the two places in their face. The newly built wharf near the ferry was unloading. Large quantities of building materials were brought ashore, which soon became part of the new fortress.

   And what Tyrande and McDonald are now inspecting is the newly developed woodland in the open area north of the intersection.

   Approaching the past, Tyrande's first reaction was outrageous.

Although the night elves didn't mind seeing sunlight, thousands of metal plates cut into squares with an area of ​​about one square meter gathered together, reflecting the sunlight continuously, almost blinding Tyrande's eyes. .

   "This..." Tyrande covered his eyes with a cute gesture.

  Mai someone decisively handed Tyrande a pair of sunglasses.

  When Tyrande put on the black sunglasses with this acute triangle, for some reason, McDonald's thought of cyberpunk...

  Tyrande learned to wear sunglasses: "It's amazing... glasses, it feels like it's getting dark. It's different from the dark night we see normally."

   Looking at Tyrande wearing sunglasses, McDonald frantically pressed video and screenshots in the system.

  Every frame can be used as wallpaper!

   "Cough, let's not talk about this, let's talk about the results first! Right now, most of the saplings planted in the early spring seem to have survived." McDonald pointed at a distance.

   Planting plants in deserts and other places, in fact, the biggest problem is not the water source, but the intense sunlight for a long time. Even with water, plants are easily sunburned, so broadleaf plants generally do not exist in deserts and desert areas.

  To transform wasteland, it is necessary to solidify sandy soil to prevent soil erosion.

   The rhizome of the plant is very necessary.

   The Druid spells of the night elves cannot be effective on plants such as cacti, and they are better at casting spells on traditional trees.

   McDonald's perfectly solved the problem of traditional big-leaf trees being sunburned in barren land.

  Those metal baffles turn the swaying sunlight into grids. With different angles of incidence of sunlight, even the trees under the metal baffles will not be exposed to excessive sunlight.

"This is the drip irrigation technology - firstly, the water is drawn through the underdrain, and then dripped out through thin tubes, which can effectively prevent the evaporation of the river water under the scorching sun, and ensure the water supply to the saplings." The practice of Tyrande was introduced to Tyrande, and the elves such as Tyrande were dumbfounded.

  The descendants of Yan and Huang have worked hard for several generations, and the most optimal sand control plan was obtained by trial and error in the desert.

   Tyrande's open mouth never closed.

The    alliance gave her the impression that the cannons and tanks are awesome, and they are completely mechanized templates. Who would have thought that what McDonald said before was not bragging, but really awesome?

  In the light of McDonald's fooling her, it's all respect for the night elves. Who would have thought that he would actually do it?

   Planting trees can’t fool anyone but a Druid.

  When the Grand Druid of the Cenarion Council said solemnly: "We are all planting tree species that like the sun. As long as it takes another year or two, when the tree grows up, it will not be afraid of the sun."

  Tyrande is really happy. With this forest, it can be regarded as expanding the territory and defending the enemy outside the country.

   Even if there is no fight, it can be regarded as suppressing the tribe.

   On the other hand, the worried Thrall received a message in the new city of Feralas: "What, the bronze dragon king Nozdormu has something to do with me? This matter has nothing to do with McDonald's?"

   (end of this chapter)