Stratholme God

   Chapter 560 Knocking on Nozdormu

   reached a py deal with President Wang to sell the head of a certain boss of the Burning Legion, and McDonald felt comfortable.

   (Mystery Voice: I don’t want to lose face!?)

   That flamboyant and mean-looking appearance is very much like the sauna you just took in the winter, or the air conditioner on a hot day and the ice falls.

  Seriously, even if he was really recruited, he wouldn't have a good idea, it just depends on how powerful the system is.

  If you give out some guaranteed tasks, it's okay to say, if there is no guarantee, then I'm sorry, please give Mr. Hawke Star to do more.

   This is like buying a fund. Even if the interest rate of X’ebao’s capital-guaranteed funds is lower, the annual rate is only 2%, at least it won’t trap your money. If it is replaced with 'poisoning risk' and 'high poisoning risk', it means medium losses and huge losses.

   Don't look at any star agent, just ask if you have a little brains, which one of the star agents who used to have every year doesn't end up with funds now?

   People have that ability, why do they bring retail investors to make money?

   The inside should be coordinated with the outside, and cooperate with the gold master father who has agreed with you. You sell me to buy it, and collectively collect money from retail investors. Wouldn’t this make more money? Doesn't this taste better?

   Anyway, judging from the fact that the world has not collapsed and the closed time loop has not been destroyed, the battle of the ancients thousands of years ago should have been the success of the Azeroth Front.

   Then don't blame me for selling it to someone.

  The system is not powerful, sir, I don't work.

   figured out McDonald's is ready to sell.

  Tyrande didn't know why McDonald's was happy. She recalled all the details of the mysterious powerhouse before, and became more and more suspicious.

   "Wait, isn't that Hawke Star your alias?"

   "How could I have such a meaningless name?" McDonald waved his hand indifferently.

   His free and easy way made Tyrande unsure.

   patrolling the Stonetalon Mountains is different from patrolling the Barrens. There are alliance forces at the crossroads, and the northern barrens are the rear. The petrified mountain range is complex, and there are no so-called inevitable roads or dangerous levels. Tyrande called a whistle and immediately increased the number of guards to 3,000. Most of them were huntresses with strong mobility.

   Even if she was attacked by the tribe, she was confident enough to handle it.

  Cautiousness is always right. Along the way, there are sentries reporting from time to time that they have discovered the tribe's spies. The Elf Sentinel just sent a loud arrow to the Horde scouts and 'politely' drove them away.

  'Territory in contention' This is not a lie.

   Both sides received a death order from the upper level forbidding the fight, and both tacitly gave in.

  Many troll spies just gouged out the elf and turned around silently.

   After a while, he hung far behind the mixed army of elves and humans to spy.

  Speaking of which, McDonald's didn't take it too seriously, and he still cared about it after all, and the scenery of the Stonetalon Mountains is quite bad, the terrain is rugged, and many places are bare peaks, which really doesn't look good.

  The night elves have no idea of ​​large-scale expansion for the time being.

   Just because there is a small road leading to the Stonetalon Mountains just south of Ashenvale Astrana, Tyrande took precautions and set up a sentry tower in the area just entering the mountain pass.

   "The terrain here is not good for human artillery, right?" Tyrande asked.

   "It's okay, humans are also good at mountain warfare."

"Um?"

   "We have mortars that are good at high parabolic shooting. Large-caliber mortars can also deal with ogres. Of course, at the level of Goron, there is no way."

"That……"

   "I can arrange for 2,000 human soldiers to come and defend." McDonnell's straightforwardness made Tyrande very comfortable.

   This kind of bare mountain with red soil is not the director of the night elves.

   It's not that you can't fight, but that the battle damage ratio will be very bad.

   decided on the layout plan for this place, and they took people back to the Astrana Fortress, which is the end of this tour.

   Walking with Tyrande, McDonald suddenly received a 'call' from Nozdormu.

   Tyrande watched in amazement, and McDonald 'passed out' on the spot. Waniang next to her hugged him familiarly.

   If the surrounding space was not filled with the familiar Ysera's dream power, she would really think that there was something wrong with McDonald's.

   Now it's more envy - even Malfurion has never had the opportunity to communicate with Queen Ysera so often!

Once again, I found myself being pulled into a familiar dream space, with green and confused scenes in the distance, McDonald's was embarrassed, and he said at the beginning: "Ysera, didn't I say don't take me in casually? ? At least say hi to me and prepare me a little. I fell asleep inexplicably, and I was very shameless."

   "Ah, this, sorry." Ysera lowered the faucet on the spot.

  The Emerald Dragon King's attitude of admitting mistakes is so good, of course, Lord McDonald doesn't care.

  Ysera glanced at McDonald's, and then the figure slowly disappeared into this space, leaving McDonald's to talk to Nozdormu as usual.

"You guessed it right. Something went wrong in the War of the Ancients, and Brox Saurfang, who was sent by me, died early." The humanoid Nozdormu looked stern: "Although I don't want to, I I can only send you to..."

   "Wait!" MacDonald raised his right palm and made a forbidden gesture: "Who said I wanted to go."

  Nozdormu was at a loss for words: "You..."

"When the world is in danger of being destroyed, you can call me, and when you don't need me, let me go. Am I such a low-ranking person? You don't like seeing me and my subordinates so much, then we just leave here forever. Well. Anyway, I don't have any ties to this world, I'm obsessed or something. If Azeroth is to be destroyed, destroy it, hurry up!"

   McDonald's single-handedly retreated to advance, and immediately choked Nozdormu to death.

   He stared at the kryptonite longan, and suddenly realized that he really took a stand against McDonald's.

   He and his subordinates, after all, Quan Te is another black household that Medivh put in, and they belong to the focus of the Bronze Dragon Clan to monitor and guard against.

   People suddenly said no, and the bronze dragon really had no choice at all.

  Instead of being a native of Azeroth, you can also use the phrase 'We live on the same land, share the same destiny and breathe' to pass. But these black households are the same fart!

   Don't look at the fact that McDonald's took away the original dead ghost, and the root of his soul was never in Azeroth.

   Besides, McDonald and his men were no longer ordinary stowaways, they were left with the permission of his Nozdormu. The point is, McDonald's has proven themselves.

   Nozdormu has seen at least thousands of Azeroth worlds destroyed by Archimonde.

  There are few parallel worlds of Azeroth that can continue to follow the original historical wheel.

   "What do you want?" Nozdormu gritted his teeth a little, but suddenly became discouraged. He really can't hate it.

   He was assigned the task of guardianship by the Titans, but others did not.

   "Open the power cap and give me and my subordinate hero templates."

   (end of this chapter)