Stratholme God

Chapter 1111 It's time to share the spoils again (2 more)
This is... done?
The bosses looked at each other in blank dismay, no one has experience in this kind of thing!
Little did he know that in the next second, Lothar suddenly twitched all over his body. He covered his head with his hands in pain, and screamed "Ah!"

"Uncle Anduin!" Varian was the first to break his defense, but he couldn't do anything when he rushed forward.

"I...should... be fine, just... too much voice..." Lothar said with difficulty.

McDonnell frowned, and the second passed by, putting Lothar on the shoulder: "Calm down! Look at me and answer me, is there too much noise that makes you feel broken?"

Lothar was almost speechless, hesitated for a moment, and nodded reluctantly.

McDonnell seems to be singing a poem: "Classify the voices! Destroy those who resist! Punish those who make noise! ​​Guide those who are confused! Then block all noises! Try first!"

After all, he pulled King Wa back a little.

"Okay..." Lothar said hoarsely.

It didn't take long for Liuying's breath of death around Lothar to settle down a little bit. Although there was still constant agitation, it was obviously rhythmic.

"Huh! Huh! Huh—" Dead people don't need to breathe.Lothar clearly retained the habit of being a living person.

A cloud of turbid breath of death was sucked in from his nostrils, and then spit out again.

After repeating this for about 3 minutes, Lothar's situation finally stabilized.

"Anduin...uncle?" Varian asked tentatively.

"I'm... fine." Lothar nodded.

"It was just..."

"Sure enough, being the Lich King is not that easy. Immediately communicating with thousands of souls in the world, I almost went crazy on the spot." Lothar said with fear while holding his forehead.

Tyrande's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she turned to MacDonald, "How did you learn this method?"

This smacks of suspicion.

McDonnell silently beckoned his subordinates to bring a simple individual radio station, which was modeled on the AN/PRC-10 model of Ugly Country. As soon as he turned it on, N noisy voices jumped out of it immediately.

[Junchen Tianya] This guy is singing with a tone-deaf voice. [Freedom Blue Bird] This guy is looking for gay friends all over the world.Then bragging and farting, there are all kinds of crap, but they are not doing business.

Alliance bosses: "..."

McDonnell turned off the radio angrily: "We have researched that the Lich King's mind control network is a bit similar to the communication system of the radio station, that is, different objects are divided into different channels according to their types..."

In principle, there is a large group of dirty gods, a large group of ordinary players, a large group of player captains, and a large group of elite players.

Otherwise, tens of thousands of people are yelling blindly on the same channel, and ghosts will hear what so and so is saying.

Here, seeing that Lothar has successfully become the Lich King, the leaders of the alliance are relieved.

After arranging the necessary monitoring and defense measures, the crusade against the Lich King finally came to an end.

Of course, this is not the end of the Northern Expedition.

That afternoon, on the plateau north of Icecrown Citadel, Macdonald delivered an important speech to the [-] Allied troops at the scene, and to the entire Northern Expeditionary Army through the magic messaging system.

"First of all! In the name of the commander-in-chief of the alliance, I hereby formally declare that the Scourge that blasphemed our ancestors and killed our compatriots has been destroyed—the Lich King Terenas Menethil fell to Grand Marshal Arthas under the sword of justice!"

"Oooo!"

"Long Live the Alliance!"

"Long live Your Excellency the Generalissimo!"

"Dry those rotten bones!"

Although this announcement sounded so wrong, it did not prevent the Alliance soldiers from cheering wildly and venting their inner joy loudly.

Finally, when these restless young people calmed down a bit, McDonald raised his hand, and the audience fell silent.

"Although I really want to tell you that the long night is coming to an end, the dawn has come, and I can go back to my hometown and reunite with my family immediately, but I'm sorry, I can't deceive you."

"Oh..." There was a slight commotion and sigh from the audience.

"Perhaps some soldiers already know that just to the northeast of Icecrown Glacier, there is a ruins of Titan, in which a terrible ancient god is imprisoned. Yes, it is the same as that of Ke in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in Silithus. An ancient god [Yogg-Saron] of the same level as Su En."

No one spoke, and in the slight snowstorm, every pair of eyes was shining brightly.

There is no fear, no hesitation, and even a lot of eyes give people a feeling that its owner is quite eager to try.

"Every race in the alliance has experienced terrible dark ages. Standing in the dark, fearing the unknown things in the distance. However, today is different. We have defeated terrifying and cruel enemies one after another. They have demon commanders, fallen evil Dragons, ancient evil gods, and elemental lords."

"Because of understanding, we become fearless. But fearlessness does not mean carelessness."

"Before we came, we swore to use our souls as fuel and hold up the torch of life. Just to melt the insurmountable winter of Northrend."

"Right now, we're successful, but not completely successful!"

"So, let's move on! Alliance people, let us hold up the torch of justice, and shine the sacred light on the dark land farther away. Destroy Yogg-Saron, and then..."

McDangken paused and said with a smile:
"Let's go home!"

As the voice fell, thousands of soldiers immediately responded with cheers from mountains and tsunamis.

If it were any other army, they might have already slack off.

Only by giving correct information and clear goals, let the soldiers know why they are fighting and to what extent.Only in this way can we achieve consecutive victories.

Amidst the cheers, the Alliance Northern Expedition quickly adjusted its strength and began to gather towards the storm cliff.

Without saying anything, just opening the way is a very troublesome thing.

That is the responsibility of the engineering team.

After arranging the general direction, the heroes such as McDonald can finally settle down and share the spoils.

After breaking through the Icecrown Fortress, the treasures of the major bosses belong to the hero group.

The old rules, everyone has a suit.This time it is T10!

To be honest, since T3, McDonald can't remember the names of those suits.

This thing is like those so-called Internet celebrity check-in places, they come here all the time, don't you take a photo to prove that you have been there?
If you change to this side, if you don’t wear a whole suit and go back, are you ashamed to say that you have played a copy of XXX?

What is really attractive is the collection that Lao Taizi got after he became the Lich King.

I don't know if these things come from the Vrykul or the Titans?Or the Burning Legion.

It's all good stuff anyway.

However, before that, McDonald was angry.

"Grass! Why give me the Shaman's [Frost Witch Suit]!?"

If another person came to look for him, someone from Mai might throw a stack of paperwork in the face of the other party, so there was no need to give the other party face at all.

The other families are very thieves, and they have the ability to talk to Aurelia and let her come over as a representative.

It's hard for someone Mai to lose his temper.

(End of this chapter)