Stratholme God

   Chapter 625 The second degree of gray defeat (1 more)

  Khan!

   Sweat!

   Waterfall Khan!

   Sweat profusely!

   As an experienced boss, it would be stupid to answer the question directly.

  McDonald instantly forced his calm: "Wait! Am I talking in my sleep?"

   All of a sudden, in this room, which is clearly decorated in the style of night elf, every delicate face is full of weirdness.

   In unison, the girls nodded.

"..." After a full ten seconds of silence, McDonald's bit the bullet and continued: "As one of the leaders of the alliance, I have an obligation to know if there is a possibility of leaking the secrets of the alliance in my previous sleep talk. Please cooperate with me. , to repeat my dream."

   Magical Skill——【Personal Affairs】!

   If it is not a business, it will become a business!

   Alleria sighed, with a look of 'this is what you want me to say', imitating his tone, with a rough voice, the first sentence was...

   "Heart for Scady—"

   "Pfft—" McDonald sprayed on the spot.

   When I teleported back, I was stuck in the time-space teleportation for too long. I occasionally played a mobile game on Earth with the system. What are you talking about in your dreams?

  McDonald still wanted to pretend he was okay, picked up the water glass beside the bed supernaturally, took a sip, frowned, "Why is boiled water so tasteless?"

  The girls are even weirder.

   I have to say that he is a high elf, and he can easily come to any opera poetry. His performance points are not as good as that of professional actors, at least he has blown up all the traffic stars on the earth.

  Queen Xi pinched her nose: "Charge 168 and Titi will take it home."

   Veresa sighed and continued: "I want six skatys."

   Liadrin vividly said: "This is military expenses! It can't be saved!"

   OMG! What a public execution, a large-scale social death scene! ?

   McDonald's was completely ashes, and a gust of wind came from outside the window, and he turned ashes, blown away, scattered... scattered...

   "This, this, this..." McDonald didn't know how to explain.

   Do you tell them that on May 8th, he used a number called Yu Yunfei #0594 to play "Ark" to draw cards, and a cataclysm-level shipwreck came! ?

  Who knows, but Tyrande sighed: "It's okay, we all understand, it should be a card game similar to "Hearthstone"!"

   McDonald almost choked to death.

   After asking, I know that the sand sculpture player is fully responsible.

   Those guys don't know whether to say they have a conscience or not. Directly copy the cards and gameplay of "Hearthstone", and also euphemistically let more ordinary soldiers in the alliance know about their leaders and heroes.

  This thing is absolutely brain-burning, not everyone likes it, but those who like it are extremely addicted.

  Because this 'game' came from the famous Trident Force, it was regarded by the Alliance as the will of the leader McDonald's.

  Many new and cutting-edge alliance soldiers are struggling to become a Hearthstone card character.

   However, this is all side-by-side, the biggest problem is—

   "It's Dark Portal 5/10/9!"

   Time has passed more than three years at once!

   McDonald died violently on the spot as if he had just smashed the "Holy Water of Laoshan Mountain". When he thought about his return, he was inexplicably thrown by Nozdormu 30 meters above Mount Hyjal, and he broke his leg. How could he not know that this was Nozdormu's revenge!

  Bah! Didn't I secretly hack hundreds of millions of bottles of the genuine well water from the Well of Eternity, so how could I get revenge on me like this?

  Business priority!

   In the past three years, Stratholme and the entire Alliance have continued to operate according to the arrangement before he left.

  The only big news is that Varian Wrynn, the king of Stormwind, suddenly rode a horse one day, and then fell off his horse and fell to his head, becoming mentally retarded.

   McDonald's first reaction was to take Onyxia out to skin and dismantle her bones, and drag her to Stormwind City to hang a dragon's head to sacrifice to the sky.

   The problem is, he's been gone for so long, Onyxia is acting like a baby, staying in Stratholme and not going anywhere. My biggest hobby is playing mahjong and indulging in Hearthstone cards.

   Of course, a booklet with the Chinese characters [culprit] written on the cover was placed on the table in front of McDonald's.

As soon as    opened it, McDonald saw an oil painting.

   This is a drawing by [Chu Jiayun], and God He Meow is like Nefarian in "Warcraft".

   Below is written the sentence "Let the fool fly for a while".

This……

  Alright, Brother Nepha, just be happy!

   McDonald's has sentenced the Marquis of Stormwind Kingdom named Anliphane to death.

   As for the cramps, or tell him in turn, 'You woke up, the operation was a success', it depends on McDonald's mood after the first kill.

   The crux of the matter is, where did Varian die?

  According to the original history, Varian was hit by Onyxia's evil magic, and the whole person was divided into two, becoming two identical clones. The mentally retarded one stayed in Stormwind City as a puppet for Onyxia; the brainy Varian was thrown into the sea and rushed to the shore of Durotar for some reason, but was caught and pulled away. Be a slave gladiator.

  Either Dire Maul, or Bloody Ring Arena, just one of the two.

   Pretty easy to handle!

  But now, McDonald's can't be sure, and he said: The most urgent thing is to heal the wound first, and then torture Princess Heilong.

   "I, finally came back, the military newspaper of the alliance can be put on my side, I will read it. Now, I need to rest."

   After dealing with the girls, McDonald's sent them away temporarily.

  Although he saw concern in every girl's eyes, and behind every pair of pupils, there were mountains of questions, but McDonald really didn't know what expression to use to face any of them.

   Not long after the break, McDonald's was a little anxious.

   He suddenly realized that he was a wounded number.

   It's not that he can't stand up, but his legs are a little sore when he exerts force.

   As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones!

   If he can still stand up, it is already very magical.

   At this moment, he suddenly saw Kalia in a nurse costume.

   He shivered with fright on the spot.

  This style, you said that there are no sand sculpture players doing things, and McDonald's was the first to not believe it.

   This is the same style as the nurse's outfit that was sold first by a treasure.

   Kalia herself had a faint blush on her face.

  What happened next...even more magical!

  According to the plot, it should be two pieces of C-grade Lordaeron loaves sandwiched with long cheese strips, and then heated until the cheese strips can no longer be heated, and the slurry is splashed everywhere.

  The thing is, Kalia used the gentlest tone to do what a nurse should do.

   "You should tell me if you need anything."

  Well, she brought out a urinal.

   "Ahhh! Don't come here--" MacDonald was terrified and shrank straight into the corner of the hospital bed.

   On this day, McDonald's young heart was defeated twice.

   (end of this chapter)