Stratholme God

   Chapter 737 Approaching the Beetle Wall

  The biogas itself doesn't have much smell. Although it has a little hydrogen sulfide, the smell is not too terrible. The focus is on the raw materials produced by the biogas...

  Cough!

   Even a tough guy like Brain Restrained Roar could barely hold it.

   "I killed you! I'm going to kill you—"

   He held a big axe and chased down several sand sculpture players Jiutiaojie.

   "Chief, no! No! If you kill the soldiers of the Alliance, you might start a war!"

   "Hellscream, don't get angry with a few minions!"

   First the Warsong Orcs, then Vol'jin, a bunch of people still couldn't pull them up, and finally Kane Bloodhoof, the tauren patriarch, stopped the red-skinned bull from running rampant.

The influence of    is far from over. After he came back, Nao Can shouted at the scumbags and kept away from him with his nose pinched.

   But it is not easy to get water in Silithus, and it is very difficult to find a place to bathe.

   It was not until the next day that he leaned on the waterwheel of the Alliance and washed his body.

  The Trident soldiers took the opportunity to humiliate the tribal chief, and the Alliance had to give an explanation.

   McDonald's statement is "I am very sorry for my soldiers taking the opportunity to humiliate Chief Hellscream. This kind of thing will not happen again."

   But how to punish, it is difficult to define.

   In the end, the two sides did not fight, let alone fight.

  The matter boils down to whether the face of the brain can't be worth anything.

  Varok, Vol'jin, and Kane did not expect that the Alliance Leader was so fair and strict.

  McDonald's had the Trident soldiers flogged for mistakes in front of 5,000 soldiers from the Alliance and the Horde.

   "Crack! Slap! Slap—"

   "Ah! Don't! It hurts! Help! Murder—"

   The shrill screams of those who were beaten were definitely shocking to those who heard them.

  The whip made of three-meter-long rattan slashed its skin and flesh when it was pulled, which surprised both Varok and Vol'jin.

   This is not a fake fight!

In the distance, [Qi Ya Da Da] lit a cigarette, and asked [Silent and Boring] next to him: "Jie, you will be punished if you make a mistake, I understand the reason, but why do you smoke [Junchen Tianya], and not us?"

"Hey, it's not like yesterday, on the 100th anniversary of the establishment of the Solar System Branch of the Galactic Order Council, the boss occasionally conducted a system group self-examination, and suddenly found that [Junchen] had forced more than 600 rumors about [XX Double Ponytail Lolita]. Such things went up, and I almost got bombed, and only severely punished the [monarch and minister] in a fit of anger."

Next to    [Oath of Devouring God] clapped his palm: "Oh, I understand. [Junchen] Sacrifice to the sky, the mana is boundless!"

  [Shui Zhaoyang] wailed loudly: "Dog Junchen, can't you drive a group of cars to put these things?"

  …

  Cough, come back. Orcs are often blind to humans.

   Brain Can Roar that he doesn't recognize who bombed him, and feels that humans are almost the same.

  Wojin actually see through, see through but not through.

   The deep hatred between humans and orcs can never be eliminated so easily. There are always some radical guys who will make troubles. Anyway, the situation is still under control. After all, the Alliance gave a relatively fair attitude, even if this matter was exposed.

   On the same day, Tyrande came to see McDonald again during the night elves' working hours.

   MacDonald, who had a hunch, didn't even do the routine maintenance of the grenade, and was waiting for Tyrande in the main camp of the Black Dragon Sentinel, which is the living room of the largest bunker.

  Tyrande looked at McDonald's face, and smiled lightly: "What? If the Windrunner sisters are busy, I can also do it for you."

   Obviously she came with two guards, but she treated her guards as air.

   McDonald's indifferently: "Forget it."

   "No, I just came to thank you. You saved the night elves from a heavy loss. The little girl can't repay..."

   "Bah! Please, don't imitate that group of teasers!" MacDonald couldn't hold back, and held his forehead on the spot, his head covered with black lines. Cultural export or something, it's really scary.

"Pfft!" Tyrande burst into laughter, and Mount Hyjal swayed: "I'm not such a disrespectful bastard. I really just came to thank you. Also, say sorry, let the Kaldorei internal affairs I'm in trouble for you."

   "It's okay. All races and countries in the alliance are stable, and the alliance will be stable. By the way, what are you doing here this time?"

   came over just to say thank you, a little fake.

  Tyrande raised his eyebrows: "No, I'm just telling you that when the alliance enters the peace period, even if it is a short-term peace, I will launch an offensive against you."

  “Humph!”×2

   As expected, two Windrunners snorted from the door behind McDonald's.

  McDonald just wanted to die. You came here in the middle of the night to put out a 'declaration of war'?

   "You...don't come over for this kind of shit-" McDonald couldn't help but pointed out the door: "Liadrin, see off!"

   "I'll be back——" Tyrande waved his pink fist in the tone of an anime villain.

  McDonald really regrets letting her contact sand sculpture players.

   Just before she left, McDonald glanced at the two female guards.

   "What? Do you have a problem with my Commander Delaryn Xia Yue, or Veronara?"

   McDonald's heart moved, and he said calmly, "No, it's the first time we met. Hello."

   "Hello, Alliance Leader!" The two women bowed and saluted.

   seems to be nothing, the two sides separated.

  McDonald always thought Tyrande was weird tonight.

   He couldn't even think of it, this was a test.

   Back to the highest bunker in Cenarion Fortress, in this room that belonged only to Tyrande, a priest servant helped Tyrande take off his cloak, and Tyrande backed away.

   "Dellelyn, Veronara, are you wondering why I have to post McDonald's backwards?"

  The two commanders were silent for a while, then nodded in unison.

   "Close to him, of course, because he is a chosen person who can exert the power of the goddess Elune. But on the other hand, he is the man who controls fate. I firmly believe that he has seen quite a few fragments of fate."

   "Ah!" The two women lost their voices at the same time.

"Human beings will seek good luck and avoid evil by themselves. Looking at his actions many times, we know that he rarely directly interferes in the internal affairs of the alliance countries. As long as he can't help but attack, most of them have problems. Similarly, Most of the strong people who can save him will reach out and find a way to help. You guys, be careful yourself."

"what."

"understood."

   The two women replied.

At this time, Tyrande, who was bathed in the moonlight, picked up the cup and sipped the water from the moon well. His **** tongue licked the water droplets at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was almost whispering: "Yo, my little hero, I am more and more to you. The more I am infatuated. You are my best choice for public and private purposes. You said, what should I do with you?"

  The time has entered February, and the Ash Hive north of Cenarion Fortress and the surrounding Twilight Camp have been cleared.

  The focus begins to be placed on the Zora Hive in the west of Silithus, and the Regal Hive in the southeast. The Alliance established the Southwind Post in the east, and now there are two writing posts read as Fortress, and one writing Fort read as Broken Village.

  After the railway was connected, the alliance army began to push south unstoppably, approaching the Beetle Wall!

   (end of this chapter)