Stratholme God

Chapter 1368 Not a Bowl of Water (Update 1)

One will be a million bones.

In this broken place of Azeroth, there are evil gods, titans, and demons. How can there be so many peaceful rises.

Jaina herself brought the Kul Tirans to find a place for revenge, so there must be no hypocrisy.

She watched with satisfaction as Stratholme's engineers turned the entire swamp into a sandbag square for tanks to have fun with, and then worked overtime day and night to build a pier and level the land for sea and air cargo ships to dock and unload a large amount of equipment. .

The initial landing went smoothly, and Jaina led the army to stand quickly. Within seven days, the prototype of a fortress was built, and three outlying islands northeast of Nazdal were captured.

Soon she was deflated.

"What the hell is this?"

On the island of Zandalar, not to mention those man-eating dinosaurs that would jump out of the lush grass one person tall at any time, there are so many evil things out there.

There are fanatical trolls who believe in evil gods and don't listen to King Rastakhan's orders, there are ghosts, there are all kinds of weird curses, and the scene of blood sacrifices.

Just looking at it can cause all-round discomfort from the physical to the psychological of the alliance soldiers.

Every day there are at least five things related to the curse that she has to deal with personally. The cursed guys are bigger than the other, and if they burp at random, Jaina doesn't know what expression to use to face them.

Forget about Lao Mo's vassals, the worst case was that the next tauren chief, Baine, was cursed.

How can the curse be lifted so easily?
Not to mention the loa god.

The curse of those guys is like a knotted rope with N layers of dead knots. You can't chop up the rope and put it back together, you have to dismantle it layer by layer.

Several times, Aegwynn took action himself to get it done.

So far, Jaina has been completely sure that this is by no means a so-called easy journey to make meritorious deeds, and McDonald is really prescribing the right medicine.

Yes, she Jaina is that 'medicine'!
Jaina was so angry that she hurriedly called the 'leader's hotline' to inquire about the crime!

Who would have thought that the Dog Emperor would reply with one word: "Busy!"

It's really like typing one more word will kill people!

Taking a step back, the sea and the sky are bright... What a fart!

The more Jaina thought about it, the more angry she did something: the magic mirror video doesn't have to be opened by the other party, but if you know the space mark of the other party's mirror image, you can call it and forcefully connect to the screen.

As soon as she hit the past, Jaina felt in a trance that she saw something terrible-the moment the dog emperor's incident happened, he pushed a turquoise thing under the desk.

He moved so fast Jaina couldn't see clearly.

"McDonald told me..."

"I said I was busy!" Dog Emperor cut off the video angrily.

"Crack!" Looking at the dark magic mirror, Jaina looked like a child who did something wrong, dazed and aggrieved.She turned to look at Aegwynn who was holding his forehead: "What did I do wrong?"

Aegwynn was speechless: "Slow down the offensive first, and then attack after receiving McDonald's understanding. Otherwise, something will happen."

"it is good!"

the other side.

Tyrande, who crawled out from under the table, was so choked that tears burst out: "Ahem!"

McDonald couldn't do anything, he could only pat the high priest on the back: "You didn't die, did you?"

Tyrande's phoenix eyes widened, she rolled her eyes at McDonald, curled her lips, and finally said nothing.

If someone else dared to do this, Tyrande might have turned into the God of War on the spot and beat him so hard that he couldn't find a single bone in his body.

But this is the great benefactor who saved her ten thousand years ago and helped the night elves ten thousand years later.

A few years ago, Tyrande was still a little entangled in being instructed by Elune to approach McDonald, but now she has let go of her mind.

She is not bad.At a time of critical survival, the pressure to support a country and a race is unimaginable.

Except for her adopted daughter Shandris, she has no decent helpers around her.

Elune abandoned the night elves, so she naturally wanted to find a way out for herself and her people.

With McDonald's back to the bottom line, at least there is no need to worry about extermination.

For more than ten days in a row, Tyrande stayed here at McDonnell when he was free, watching the battle reports from Draenor and Zandalar.

As expected, the battle in Draenor went very smoothly. It was not that Despicable Roar did not organize a counterattack, but every time he was repelled by the steady and steady Arthas and Rivendell.

Every struggle of Despicable Roar was like tightening the noose around his neck.

As the battle damage intensified on the frontal battlefield, and Thrall in the rear was frantically poaching people, the entire Iron Horde was in a state of blood loss.

On the other hand, the Northwest Army led by Danath Trollbane landed on Wharton, making progress far faster than Jaina.After all, this wretched place in Wharton is very desolate, and everything you can see is a desert of yellow sand, and there are not many oases.

After successfully killing the giant beast [Crowlock the Eater], the alliance along the way has stopped advancing.It is mainly the neck of the logistics that is stuck in the desert area.

Even without a large number of poisonous scorpions and trolls running around, this desert with a diameter of nearly [-] kilometers would eat people by itself.

High temperature, lack of water, lack of food, and lack of fuel can all wipe out an entire army.

On the other hand, Jaina seems to be advancing very slowly and playing very steadily.

Finally, three weeks after the start of the war, Macdonald received word that King Rastakhan had sent reinforcements to Vol'dun.

"Good guy! 20 step riders, and a large number of pterodactyl knights. This is a waste of money!" McDonald pouted.

Beside him, Tyrande, who was wearing a moon cloth lace battle suit, leaned forward: "Do you want to send troops to encircle and wipe out this support army?"

"Let Jaina go there in the airship."

"What about us?"

"Of course, attack Dazar'alor, the lair of the Zandalari trolls, and kill the princess! Capture the king!"

"Wait! Did you make a mistake?" Tyrande laughed, with water in his eyes.

"That's right! Rastakhan is a fart, his daughter is the real threat!" McDonnell showed a fierce look.

"Pfft! I thought you were the out-and-out 'alien control' that the Trident soldiers said?"

"No, I'm just a wizard!" Someone admitted very simply.

Soon, a super-modified Dazar'alor battle is about to start.

Over there, Jaina, who was ordered to rescue Danath with Liadrin, took a look at the night elves' landing force and overturned her jealousy on the spot.

"Is the promised bowl of water flat!?"

After McDonald's main fleet blew up the last batch of "Magic Missile Cruisers" left by the Golden Fleet, an army of 10,000+ landed grandly.

The one who took the lead was the mountain giant rushing onto the beach from the large amphibious landing ship.

To be honest, everyone has seen ordinary mountain giants before.

The magic has been changed into this way, I have never seen it before.

This giant stone man weighing one hundred tons carries a standard Gundam kite-shaped shield in each of his left and right hands. The entire shield is made of [nickel-copper ore] produced in Kul Tiras.The net weight of the 20cm-thick shield on both sides is nearly 5 tons.

There is a 20mm anti-aircraft machine gun on the left and right shoulders, and an 88mm [anti-everything gun] on the top of the head.This is not over yet, there is also a set of M3 [organ bazooka] hanging on the back!
(End of this chapter)