Stratholme God

Chapter 1245 Make a move, old patience

I——McDonald Ken, the majestic Emperor of the Stratholme Empire, must have amazing strength, and I will never be excited when I see a dragon.

Huh?Vertical Grip Got a idea of ​​your own?

cough cough!This is working time!

McDonnell only felt that he dug a hole and buried himself.

Helpless, Dragon Rest Temple could not offend.

Kalei is still the Dragon King no matter how shitty he is, no matter how embarrassing he is, maintaining a good relationship is very necessary.

Mai pinched his nose and recognized it.

"Why are you looking at me? Isn't Tyrande delicious? Isn't Jaina beautiful? A bunch of beauties from the vassal sent over, have I eaten? Should I refuse or can refuse." McDonald was unwilling to be rejected My girl looked at the sea king and launched a final counterattack.

"Hehe, it means that there is the goddess of the moon behind her, and the whole country is involved, don't you think it's troublesome?" Queen Xi cast a lore.

Don't tell me if you see through!

Where do you want me, the emperor, to put my face?

McDonnell clutched his aching chest, with a look of grief and indignation (pretend): "..."

"Oh hehehe!" Queen Xi really smirked like a queen, making her sisters laugh.

The imperial family has no kinship, and this law does not seem to apply here.It's not that the officials or vassals have mentioned that the rules should not be exceeded.

Ever since Mai sent three talkative officials to mine in Northrend, no one dared to speak up.

If no one can control the imperial power, if it is really necessary to maintain a broken empire forever, McDonald will probably seriously consider how to maintain the rule.

But there are many ancient gods queuing up here, and the Burning Legion is counting down. You are still playing tricks, isn't that a big death?

For these topics, McDonald is more than just "the bastard does not listen to the scriptures" and directly suppresses them with thunder.

The official statement: With the right leadership, a high degree of centralization is the key to survive Azeroth's subsequent crises of destruction.

In human terms: I can do whatever I like.

McDonnell "reluctantly" accepted that he had a new mount, and lamented [Invincible] by the way.When the second idiot gave him a horse, McDonnell hadn't ridden it many times in recent years.

The best news is that [Invincible] aptitude is good enough, and once it passes away, it can become a heroic warhorse.

The next few days will be a bit of a waste.

McDonnell knew what Neltharion wanted to do.

Nesario knew that McDonald was blocking him.

Even though McDonnell said "at the invitation of His Majesty King Wrynn, to lead the elite into the Blackwing Blood Ring", Neltharion just didn't respond.

There is no way, Mr. Mai has been cheated too many times.Not long ago, I just pretended to be in the wall of the sky, but the cat was waiting in Stratholme City and fell into the pit.

Now I can't believe it.

As a result, the Black Winged Blood Ring seemed to be unable to act, and after becoming angry, they simply attacked.

The Sand Sculpture player was the main force, and the rest of the Stormwind Kingdom's mobile force was the auxiliary attack, pushing back in one breath, blocking and killing the runaway elemental creatures and the mutant monsters that jumped out of the black wing blood circle in the Black Rock Mountain.

Of course, it is also true that the mortal army of the Alliance has no choice but to spread out:

Blasted Lands, Blackwing Blood Ring, Fortress of Twilight, Tol Barad, Valski, Kul Tiras, Pandaria, Dragonblight of Northrend... This is not even the most basic homeland defense.

Counting casually, it is not difficult to find that there are nearly ten places to use soldiers.

Thanks to McDonald, who beat Deathwing away, captured the sky wall and the land of flames, and there are enough sand sculpture players to help McDonald withstand Kul Tiras, Pandaria, Vaal Siqi and Black Wing Blood Ring, otherwise, just the aura of the flames everywhere would scare all the staff and logistics officers of the alliance to the point of pissing their pants.

Even if the main attack is Twilight Fortress, Tol Barad, and Blackwing Blood Ring, which place does not need [-] to [-] soldiers?This directly led to the fact that the food supplies and armaments at any military location were in units of [-] tons.

As a result, even if other countries in the alliance want to use troops, they have to come to McDonald's to say hello in advance, depending on the faces of the Stratholme people.

These days, local tyrants don't necessarily have surplus food.

In case the family sends troops to the provinces to wipe out elemental creatures or Twilight Dragons running around, if the troops or food cannot keep up, ask Dad for help.

People in Azeroth don't know what the price index CPI is. It's not the era when the ugly country used the Spring and Autumn method to lower the proportion of food price increases in the index, and change the number to fool the common people.

The people are very simple. Everyone knows that this broken planet is unlucky, but ah, as long as they can live on, the people will not riot.

Although McDonald's can print money (gold coins) indefinitely, the excessive issuance of gold coins will cause inflation to explode, and the wages will not rise, and the people will not be able to bear it.

He can only continue to strengthen the supervision of the grain and residents' daily necessities in the market, and take out the things at the bottom of the warehouse to calm the panic of the people.

Nothing to do with the law of nobility.

In the past, there was the Alterac Perenold royal family, and later there were the Cultists of the Damned and the Twilight Cultists. This kind of stuff is defined as rape or allied rape. A noble meeting was held long ago to explain that their territories and inheritance are not subject to the noble law. Protect.

McDonald was so ruthless that he barely suppressed the bad things in the country.

When everyone was still battered, his eyes were still fixed on the land covered by ice and snow.

When the old black dragon stopped playing his seemingly clumsy, but in fact clever schemes, McDonald had a hunch that the next time he came, Lao Nai would definitely bring the strongest troops and kill with thunderous force.

In the main hall of the Fearless Fortress by the sea in the southern part of the Borean Tundra, McDonnell looks to the northeast, which is the location of Wyrmrest Temple.

"Lao Nai, Lao Nai, your plan is really good, but it's a pity that you met me..." Even today, McDonald is not afraid of occasionally slipping his tongue.With the time travel of the War of the Ancients and the endorsement of the Bronze Dragon King, even if he knows some 'spoilers', others will only think that he has glimpsed something in the long river of time.

McDonald took a sip of the warm black tea from the plate held by the maid Solanlian.

He was waiting, waiting for Lao Nai to play his cards.

After all, there is not much time left for Lao Nai.

On the other side, King Wa bombarded the Twilight Fortress with the help of the airship. He successfully entered the interior of the fortress yesterday and started a brutal street fight.

Unless Deathwing has a brain twitch, he will not continue to pour resources into a doomed fortress.

At the moment when almost all the twilight dragon eggs in the fortress were hatched and taken away, Sinestra, who remained in the depths of the fortress, was just a zombie dragon used to attract the attention of the alliance. What a pity about that.

So Lao Nai's offensive, just in these two days...

(End of this chapter)