Stratholme God

   Chapter 886 Druid disconnected

  The Naga don't come to do things, and the rest is easier to deal with.

  Whether it's a swamp stalker wandering around in the major waterways of Zangarmarsh, hunting and killing everywhere, or a mourning draenei who builds a hut in shallow waters, it's all better to deal with.

   At this time, the Stratholme Corps of Engineers was unparalleled in the world.

   They spared no expense in using inferior steel bars, welding them into large iron frames, placing them in the red-red boulders of the Hellfire Peninsula, and transporting them to the front line in armored vehicles.

   Big cages full of stones were pushed by bulldozers into the waterways of different depths.

   You read that right, this thing is exactly the same as the operation used to close the dams that lacked dykes during the flood fighting and emergency rescue in the Celestial Dynasty.

   After all, there is water flow in the waterway. If you throw cement and sandbags into it, you may be washed away, and the efficiency is low. Directly one by one large iron cages that are eight meters long, two meters wide and high, filled with stones and smashed down, that is the modern version of the throwing whip.

   With sandbags, basically a river is gone.

Introduce the overflowing river water into the artificial waterway prepared in advance with bulldozers, so that the large swamp area will be forcibly filled up. It is estimated that by mid-February 2013 at the Dark Portal, a bypass will be opened to the southeast of Zangar Marsh. Department, the road leading to Terokkar Forest.

Why did you do this?

   It's not that the road from Hellfire Peninsula to Terokkar is not easy to walk. There is no way to open a road unless half of the forest is leveled.

   And there is another reason why McDonald's ordered the front line to build roads and build bridges - Zangarmarsh has only a narrow mountain road leading to the Nagrand area where the orcs are entrenched in the south. If the Alliance intercepts this mountain pass in advance, it will be wonderful!

   Both sides are racing for time!

After the    tribe knew the progress of the alliance, Thrall gritted his teeth, and all the tribe's elite troops took turns to fight, day and night to the south of Zangarmarsh.

  The landform of Zangar Swamp is quite special. The entire central and northern parts are continuous large lakes, and the three directions of east, west and south are basically swamps with dense water channels.

  According to this progress, a stable alliance will be fought every minute, but it will not catch up with the Horde.

   Without it, the Alliance cannot learn from the Horde, even at the cost of human life.

  The alliance will give pensions to dead soldiers.

  tribe... what's a pension?

   At this moment, McDonald, who received the news, let out a long sigh.

   Sylvanas turned around and hugged McDonald: "How about I sneak over and shoot cold arrows?"

   "Stupid! I'm not questioning your ability, and this trivial matter also requires the heroine of the Alliance to do it herself?"

   Queen Xi was greatly benefited: "Then why are you sighing?"

   "No, this trick is just a bit too damaging."

   Queen Xi saw that McDonald's expression became subtle, she rolled her eyes - pretend! You keep on pretending! What kind of boss, what kind of little brother, do you think I don't know the **** about those guys in your trident?

  The mood of Queen Xi was translated, and most of them praised McDonald's and the sand sculpture player for being the same raccoon.

   Over there, in the system group, McDonald roared: "It seems that [Cullo] that guy is jumping a lot lately!"

  Administrator: "Well, it's been banned for the seventh time."

Not long after   , something happened to the tribe.

   "Report to the warchief, we have a male blood elf who fell into a well and died."

   "What!?" Thrall was shocked: "Go, take me there!"

  Blood elves are almost all mages, and these blood elves can be said to be responsible for the appearance and magic of the tribe. Thrall never believed in the Forsaken, because he couldn't figure out what the Sun King was about the Tetu tribe.

  Blood elves are baby bumps!

   If Thrall's heartache level is 5 for the death of a wyvern, then 250 for the death of a blood elf magister.

  Thrall followed in the footsteps of the guards to the well.

  No accident, he saw the blood elf archmage Rommath.

  The water in the swamp is not something you can drink casually. Seemingly clean water often has various parasites. Even if it is boiled like a human, it is not necessarily safe to drink. Because some eggs hatch in high temperature water.

  The safest thing to do is to dig wells where the soil is relatively thick and use soil to filter the water, which will at least reduce most of the parasites.

   At this time, boil the water and drink it after cooling down, so that the stomach of an orc can make do with it.

  Thrall leaned over and looked at the corpse.

  The death of the deceased is very strange: the body is bowed, the hands and feet are tied upside down, and the ropes on the body are tied in a tortoise-like way.

   Even more bizarre, Romans spoke.

   He was absolutely certain: "It's not my subordinate."

   "Huh?" Thrall was dumbfounded.

   "I brought less than 200 mages this time. I recognize each of them, and this is definitely not my sin'dorei." Not only Rommath said this, but the blood elves behind him nodded together.

   "Kael'thas* Sunstrider's subordinate?"

   Who knows, Rommath still shook his head: "I have lived for 4,000 years, and I have a good memory. As long as I have seen Quel'dorei, I recognize them. Not to mention the even rarer Sin'dorei."

   So what's the matter?

  Thrall they are really confused.

  Since we have no losses, this matter is considered a headless koan.

  What Thrall did not expect was that almost every hour after that, he would receive news of the sudden death of a blood elf. The corpses of blood elves were found in almost every well.

   The most bizarre thing is that the blood elves who died violently all have similar faces.

   "What's going on!?" Thrall was furious and questioned the guards guarding the well.

The    guard was extremely wronged: "I, we don't know, we heard a thud and then found the body."

  This time, even Romans is not sure. Who dares to say that there will be no evil things, replace his subordinates, leave a fake in place, and then the genuine master is killed, and then sank to the bottom of the well?

   made Rommath let his subordinates demonstrate magic one by one. After all, appearances can be deceiving, and the level of magic cannot be fooled.

   An hour later, Rommath still had nothing.

  The entire tribal camp was made to be nervous, but the shamans were quite sure that there was no poison in the well water.

   What the hell!

what is the problem?

  The battle was still going on, and the soldiers who had retreated in front had to rest. After a moment of hesitation, Thrall let them drink well water.

   Soon…

   "Report to the Great Chief, the guy who drank the well water is restless."

  Thrall: ? ? ?

   rushed to the scene, Thrall was stunned.

   Hundreds of tribal soldiers rolled around.

  Some shouted "don't kill me", and was scared to the point of shit.

  Someone yelled the name of the orc girl, and then went wild.

   and yelled "I'm going to kill you", and after being tied up, he still ate mushrooms with his fangs.

   After checking for a long time, the Great Druid Hamuul * Rune Totem came to the conclusion: "Great Chief, we may have been careless, these strange blood elf corpses seem to be able to carry out some kind of spiritual pollution to the water body."

"what!?"

   At the same time, McDonald was a little embarrassed when he received the news that the tribal army had stopped.

   "Alas, let the dirty gods commit suicide by throwing themselves into the well, I always feel that the Druid has dropped the line - a great virtue is missing!"

   (end of this chapter)