Stratholme God

Chapter 1186 Fission of the Earth
Onyxia, who was sitting on the last seat, turned her body sideways. She couldn't sit still recently, but when she sat down firmly, she immediately felt a stabbing pain.

However, the Black Dragon Princess is both painful and happy.

It's one thing for her to become a strange tsundere shaking M, but she finally knows why McDonald has often vented his anger on her recently.

As an incompetent guardian of the earth, she more or less sensed the changes in Deep Rock Continent.

Looking at McDonald's performance now, if she doesn't know that her father made it up, then she will be called the Black Dragon Princess in vain.

She was secretly happy to think that her father might be together with the Malygos couple one day.

"Ani, what's wrong?"

"Uh, no, it occurred to me, if my wicked father's dragon's head hangs in Stratholme, where should it hang?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was embarrassed.

This is really a filial daughter.

Reminiscent of Alsace's death of relatives, it is not unacceptable to have one more Onyxia.

That is to say, the queen is still not separated, and the second idiot who continues to stay by McDonald's side dares to take up this topic: "Uh, is the main entrance of Stratholme not enough?"

"It's big! It has to be hung on the back mountain." McDonald answered casually, and those who are interested will immediately taste different things.

Normally, the size of a Nesario faucet is definitely enough to hang on the front door.

McDonnell said it wasn't enough, so that means that McDonald knew quite well about Nelthario's current situation?
Doesn't this mean that Deathwing will burp?

Thinking of this, Onyxia's winking eyes became more and more tender: she clearly said, ravage me!Master, don't begrudge me just because I'm a little female dragon...

McDonald was embarrassed for a moment, as if he didn't see it.

Hi!It's still broad daylight!
On the other hand, the bosses of the Throne Council finally realized that Mao Mai was uncharacteristically, and had done so many things before.I don't know how many leaders were heartbroken, hating themselves for not believing in McDonald to the end and making thorough disaster prevention preparations.

What happened just now was the catastrophe of the collapse of heaven and earth, and the accompanying climate anomalies are simply countless.

What kind of alpine basin is flooded by the countercurrent of the big river, what kind of grassland fires happen in spring and April like summer, all kinds of outrageous out-of-season events emerge one after another.

The staff of various countries were so scared that they peed their pants. Before that, they were the ones who frantically advocated taking the opportunity to beat the tribe.Fortunately, the upper echelon didn't adopt it, otherwise the tribe would use the following routes: go to Desolace from Thunder Bluff, attack Feralas from Thousand Needles, and go to Silithus from Crater Mountain.

It's all right now, several land routes have been cut off, especially the Thousand Needles Forest and Shining Plains are now changing from land routes to land and sea, which is outrageous.

It is completely impossible to imagine how many thousands of people will be drowned and how much heavy equipment will be lost if the army is entrenched in the Shining Plain.

Once something goes wrong, it is impossible for the leader of the alliance to be responsible. How can the common people be outraged if there are thousands and eight hundred staff members on the southeast branch?
Now it can't even be said that they were caught off guard. After all, the heads of state received express hints from the leader in advance, and various disaster relief resources were prepared in advance.

There is also a lot of food.Think about the past winter, in order to stockpile grain, the Stratholme Empire even issued a ban on such a big event as the founding emperor's ascension to the throne, allowing only a very small number of designated wineries to brew wine, and they were so stingy that they used less than [-] tons of grain to brew wine.One can imagine how cautious it is.

Looking back now, it was all worth it.

There is enough grain in the Stratholme Empire to feed the people for three years.And that's not counting the other enclaves.

The northern wind tundra was reclaimed relatively early, and Rivendell took over a territory model that was about [-]% completed.After all, the railways, fortresses and castles are all ready-made. Long before the 'Tairun guy' was killed, McDonnell ordered the engineering corps to use tractors to open up wasteland in the southern part of the Borean tundra.

The weather is relatively cold, so the land here is cultivated once a year, which can cooperate with the early offshore fishing industry. Even if the work of recruiting immigrants has just started, there will definitely be plenty of food here.

As soon as something happened, he asked McDonald if he needed food support from his side.

"Ai Qing has a heart. I save enough food for 1000 million people for four years. If you have surplus food, stock it first. Who will need it when you see it."

"Yes..." Rivendell had a thorough understanding of his boss's hamster characteristics.

There are too many grain-producing areas in the Stratholme Empire, and the traditional Andorhal Territory will not be affected, at least the country's grain will be guaranteed.In addition, in recent years, a lot of natural disasters and corrosion in Tirisfal Forest and Hillsbrad Hills have been cleaned up, and [-]% more grain production has been restored.Not necessarily so nervous.

The times have changed. With the vigorous promotion of diesel engine fishing boats, the annual catch can reach 20 tons.

This has greatly enriched the national table and stabilized the food supply.

What canned sardines is definitely routine.

A large amount of canned food that can be stored for three years at room temperature is McDonald's greatest confidence in coping with the catastrophe.

Moreover, you catastrophe, you can't blow up every piece of my territory, can you?
If everything explodes, then it is not a catastrophe, but the destruction of the planet!
McDonnell thought for a while, and told Barthilas: "Recently, the gate of the city is a bit empty, hang up a hundred profiteers who drive up prices for me. If there are nobles involved, get me a shrunken map and go there. It is said that the previous survey team drew the wrong border on the map.”

So cruel!Cut the fief directly!

Barthilas swallowed: "This..."

"Sir Benzema who drew the map will be responsible for it!"

etc?The one who carried the blame is also called Benzema?

Barthilas dared not ask.

Who dares to make trouble at this point in time, I am afraid that the nobleman is definitely a "recommended seat" in the stormtroopers.

The destruction of the cataclysm is still going on.

After all, the evolution of the world does not follow the historical line completely.

McDonnell soon received a bunch of bad news: the landslide in the east of the Alterac Mountains buried the railway from Andorhal to Southsea City; Gilneas collapsed forty square kilometers to the west; , and then the railway embankment leading to the cursed land collapsed and so on.

The entire league was in a mess.

Even if the alliance is prepared, it will be so hard, let alone the unprepared tribe.

The new warchief Garrosh was dumbfounded.

If there is no such thing as the Great Cataclysm, this pot will be all Thrall's.But as soon as he came on stage, he was given the whole version of [Heaven's Wrath and Man's Complaint], which made him completely impossible.

"Warchief, the gates of New Orgrimmar have collapsed!"

"Warchief, the landslide in southern Feralas, the hunting grounds of the Warsong clan are gone—"

"Great Chief, there is actually a lake in the landslide in the northern part of New Orgrimmar."

The wasteland in Silithus rotted if it rotted. Originally, the orcs would catch Qiraji insects to eat there. As long as there are big insects to eat, what about the cracked ground?
Feralas is not the case. This is at least the name of the main city of the orcs, the power center of the tribe. Suddenly, there are so many messes, and the orcs themselves are superstitious. It's no wonder that they don't murmur in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)