Stratholme God

Chapter 1003 Interlude
McDonald was indeed intimidating and luring Tyrande.

As the descendant of the infrastructure madman, he couldn't bear the fact that if something happened again, his soldiers would have to go over mountains and mountains to wipe the night elf's ass with his legs.

Tyrande said that he wanted to give a discount, and he couldn’t give all the Stratholme railways in. McDonnell said, “This is difficult!” “It can’t be done! The transportation is all integrated.”

Anyway, the railway is fixed, and you can let the night elves manage it all. If necessary, it doesn't matter if you tear down the railway tracks yourself, I just need to repair it first.

You are not allowed to go on excavators, earth trucks, or trains, and you want me to send someone to help you purify the seamount?
How can there be such a cheap thing!

Tyrande was weak, and he couldn't say anything to McDonald, so he had to go back with a plan, saying that he would discuss it with the senior leaders of the Elune Sisterhood and the archdruids.

McDonnell doesn't care at all, anyway, he doesn't fill the workload of the engineering team, leaving some leeway.Do what you should do next.

God knows how long it will be between "The Burning Crusade" and "The Nth Wrath of the Lich King".

Of course, before the full preparations for Northrend, there is still time to celebrate.

"The alliance once again defeated the hateful demon and killed Kil'jaeden, another commander of the Burning Legion." As soon as the news came out, the entire alliance was in a state of excitement.

The alliance's feats in recent years have supported many bards and novelists.Relying on the official announcement from the alliance, plus the scraps released by the soldiers participating in the war, it is enough for these guys to write novels of several million words each.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Long Live the Alliance!"

The whole league immediately started a carnival!

Gunpowder with lower intensity is made into fireworks, which are "biubiu" fired into the sky through the barrel!
Following McDonald's announcement that the people of the entire Federation will take seven days of paid leave, and the soldiers will take turns to rest for the next month, countries basically follow suit.

The restaurant opened for business, and while taking out the previously limited-brewed Tibetan wine, the well-prepared winemakers quickly brewed the official released grain into mellow wine.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, so lively.

The streets and alleys of the cities are echoing with passionate or brisk music.

A Trident operator was walking on the main road of Stratholme City. As he walked, a beautiful face with a bright beauty and a little bit of coquettishness approached him. The operator will be missing for 24 hours.

Seeing this scene on the terrace of his bunker, MacDonald couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh! It's terrible! Are there so many cannibalistic women these days? My soldiers were dragged into the small tree while walking on the street. back or in the alley. Like when I come back, I often can’t find my vertical grip.”

In front of him, Queen Xi, who was posing in or2, bit her lip coquettishly, and gave him a gouged look a little annoyed and helpless.

Why is this bastard getting stronger?
Alas, don't ask, the system has issued points again, even if McDonald is willing to quietly add all the points to the intelligence side, the basis for all attributes to be improved is here.

The most outrageous thing is that it feels like the system now gives him a shaman and a thief hero, adding up to two base points.

He experimented a little, and he probably had strength comparable to Kaizi's follower, Sagunar, and agility no less than that of Welles*, and the magic damage caused by intelligence could catch up with Angela, the lady of France.

There is naturally some distance from the top heroes like Magni and Valeera, so why is it developing towards a hexagonal fighter?
Don't mention this, as a qualified follower, it is an obligation to be the host.

McDonnell smirked, and continued to push the landlord with the surname Xi.

Now, after Alleria and Vereesa had a baby, Queen Xi was really in a hurry.

During the daily ridicule, even the baby's name has been thought up.

"I thought I was going to have a beautiful biracial girl, and I decided her name would be Luna."

Ugh!
With Lucia, Liv, and Luna, the three sisters of the next generation of Windrunners will live together.

McDonnell was speechless.

He can't do anything about it. Whenever a car overturns a strong enemy, everyone knows that the foreign enemy will probably stop for a while, and the people muster their energy to explode their production capacity, but his girls will chase him with all their strength.

McDonnell knew that he might not be able to escape, so he simply unchecked the [Reproductive Isolation] check in the system silently.

Recently, Liadrin and Maiev started to practice peach butts after hearing about a sand sculpture player poisoning them.

Uh, I have to admit, it's quite touching.

McDonnell looked up at the sky: "I'm afraid that the Stratholme's vertical handle will not stop polishing recently."

On the other side, after learning that the Alliance had won the Second Seamount War, Thrall was silent for a long time when he saw the picture from the spies that the Alliance used a new type of spaceship to remove the remains of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.

"Wojin, tell me, is the Alliance weaker? Or is it stronger again?"

Wojin touched his chin: "It's hard to say."

"It's not easy to say, so let's talk about it."

"Just looking at the night elves, it is undoubtedly weakened. The death of a large number of mountain giants and ancient treants is a huge loss that cannot be made up for a hundred years to the night elves."

"and then?"

"I'm afraid that the night elves will be conquered by McDonald, and will be completely included in the life and technology circle composed of humans and dwarves."

What Vol'jin said was exactly what Thrall was worried about.

A single night elf family is not enough to make Thrall feel that the tribe cannot fight.After all, no matter how powerful the mountain giant is, the tribe also has a large number of Gorons at this time!
Everyone is a stone man, who is afraid of whom?

But humans, especially the armored forces and artillery of the Stratholme people, are currently unable to solve it.

Not to mention the sudden flying battleship.

"We also want to advance the plan of flying warships!"

"The goblins charge a lot..."

Thrall gritted his teeth: "Tell them the state of the alliance's armaments, and talk about the situation of the goblins in the Steamwheedle Group and the alliance before. I don't believe they won't let go."

The alliance's siege of goblins has never been heard of, and it has long been to the point of buying goblin heads for a long time.

Everyone knows that this is just the retribution of the goblin's long-term death.

For tribes, this is where they can take advantage.

Within a few days, Sal received a news that surprised him.

"What? Most of the alliance fleet at Feather Moon Fortress has withdrawn? Where did it go?"

"I don't know, our wyvern doesn't have that far range. We can't follow after twenty miles," Varok reported.

The gap between the Horde and the Alliance is all-round. Unless all the Iron Horde from the parallel plane enter this world, how can this gap be bridged in a short time?
Let alone a decent shipyard, the tribe has no place to build a pier on a safer coastline.

(End of this chapter)