Stratholme God

Chapter 711

It is really difficult to say that the physiological structure and philosophy of different races are very different.

McDonnell sighed, put his hands together, and pushed Tyrande away while feeling the slippery shoulders of the old man: "We can't. After 1 years, you will still be as beautiful as a flower, but I will become a cultural relic."

Tyrande froze for a moment, her slender eyebrows trembling quickly, which was made out of a suppressed laugh.

Hyjal Peak trembled violently.

"What fool are you doing?"

"what?"

"You saved the World Tree from Archimonde, and you have been tacitly become a member of the guardian of Mount Hyjal. What nonsense are you talking about like this? Don't be stupid, the well water of the Well of Eternity has your share !" Tyrande teased and hooked McDonald's nose with his finger.

McDonald's whole body was Spartan, and he froze in place.

Tyrande asked with a strange face: "Why do you think the night elves enjoy eternal life and youth? This is the reward for the whole family to protect the World Tree forever!"

When McDonald heard this, he was really dumbfounded.

Immortality, which mortals dream of, is actually achieved like this.

Is it simple?

Nothing simple.

As a foreigner, the first condition for obtaining water from the Eternal Well is to fight with Archimonde's Burning Legion first, without dying, and on the premise of killing Mengde, reverse history and save the World Tree.

Think about it, for mortals who have made such great achievements, even the Dragon Rest Temple, which bestowed the power of immortality, would be happy to see this ending.

I just felt weird after hearing this news.

McDonald suddenly thought of a possibility: "Wait, Sal and the others..."

It would be a bit difficult if even the World Sha could live forever.Isar's wisdom has ruled the tribe for a long time, and he will always find a chance to come back.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Tyrande's mouth rose wildly: "It was Thrall himself who said that he gave up all the rewards for the battle on Mount Hyjal."

McDonald is embarrassing.At the beginning, because he was afraid that the alliance would do something wrong after the war, Thrall, who had been cannon fodder, hurried away with his younger brother.

If he knew that what he gave up was not only the equipment, but also the longevity, would he regret it so much that he would jump into the endless sea?
Tyrande has a follow-up: "Besides, even if they have this qualification, they still need to be approved."

"Approval? Who has the right to review?"

Tyrande smiled like a flower, and pointed to his dignified face with a finger like white jade: "I am the high priest of the moon goddess!"

What the hell!

After all, Thrall is still going to be played to death by you?
McDonald is willing to bet [-] cents. At this time, when he puts one hand into the mooncloth robe, he will definitely catch a fox's tail!
Sure enough, it is impossible to be the leader of a 1-year-old clan without any skills.

McDonald was completely speechless.

"What's the matter? I will give you and the heroes of the alliance to enjoy the longevity treatment, but there are no additional conditions. I communicated with Dragon Rest Temple, and it took a long time for the clan to decide."

"Uh, no, I just feel sorry for Sal for a second."

"One second? Pfft!" This time, it was Tyrande's turn to smile prettily.

After careful questioning, I found out that the first person to receive immortality treatment was the hero who participated in the direct siege of Archimonde.Then those who defend the second team have to go through careful discussion.Firstly, there were too many people, and secondly, there were some guys who even Azeroth hadn't completely identified them—sand sculpture players.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

Temporarily sent Catherine away, the new enemy has not yet been killed, and McDonald's returned to normal.

In September 10 at the Dark Portal, McDonald made a plan to tour the entire Federation.

There is no way, Ragnaros ran out and caused a large area of ​​heat in many areas. The most direct impact was the food harvest in the Loch Modan area of ​​​​the copperbeard dwarf and the Elwynn Forest of the Storm Kingdom.

The high temperature and drought have killed the seedlings in many fields.

It can be saved next year, but now there is no way.

In this life, due to the transformation of the Western Wilderness into the Western Wilderness, the Kingdom of Stormwind has become one of the two major food producing areas of the Alliance. With the strength of a single country, it supports the Fortress of the Damned Land and the Burning Plains Front Army of Alsace before. Grain is exported to other countries for foreign exchange, or to support the northern continent.

This year's war in Stranglethorn Vale and the use of soldiers in the Burning Plains drained the kingdom's food reserves, and when Ragg made trouble again, he tightened his pants and managed to get by so-so.

The Bronzebeard dwarves were similar, Scorching Canyon didn't wipe out their tank divisions, but they wiped out their food reserves.The Kingdom of Stormwind is barely protecting itself, and Ironforge is directly calling for help.

The dwarf only has three lands. Dun Morogh has been frozen all year round and has little food production. It used to rely on the Loch Modan area, but now with a newly developed wetland, there would be more.When the traditional grain producing area of ​​Loch Modan stopped cooking, the dwarf cried.

This time McDonald also smiled wryly.

This has become the Stratholme Federation, with the power of one country, propping up the Stratholme First Army on the Kalimdor continent, plus the development of Tanaris and Un'Goro Crater, and helping to save the dwarf , and go to Gilneas to help the poor.

Not to mention, the soldiers facing each other at Thoradin's Wall, as well as Jinjian Port, all need someone from Mai to deliver food.

Really...

It was a moment of excitement for the world to deploy martial arts.

Qiqi wants food and the leader is miserable.

Fortunately, the food production in Andorhal Territory, Tirisfal Glades and Hillsbrad Hills has increased over the years, otherwise McDonald would also cry.

This matter involves too much, and McDonald must go down to supervise it himself.

Not only food, but also oil.

Running a boat is very cool nowadays, but the problem used to be that running a boat cost people, but now it costs fuel.

The loyal ship girl didn't mind 007, but McDonald couldn't bear it after all, and set a wartime 996 for them, with a five-day and eight-hour workweek.However, ship girls are oil tigers.

The shallow oil in the Stratholme Territory alone is not enough, and the oil off the seabed off the northern coast of the Tirisfal Forest has to be developed.This is a technology that is completely beyond this era, and it has not been progressing very well.

Fortunately, oil fields have been discovered in Un'Goro Crater, Searing Gorge, and Stormsong Valley in Kul Tiras...

After thinking about it, McDonnell's decision is of course - I'm fated, I'm not fated!

As a necessity for the development of industrialization, oil is just needed until a sufficient amount of clean energy is obtained.

Another factor in Germany's defeat in World War II was that its domestic oil production was too small.

Another reason for McDonald's inspections is to personally check the conditions of various places.After all, Azeroth is a typical feudal society, and there are too many disgusting things left over from history.If you don't pay attention, the guys below will get hot-headed and become emperors.

It is not allowed to fly fast on a dragon. It is necessary to pass slowly at a speed of no more than [-] kilometers per hour, so that the system can record the conditions of everyone and things within a five-kilometer radius, and make various recordings, and filter useful information from them. thing.

That's how McDonnell's train journey came about.

Originally, this would be a boring survey, but unexpectedly, on the first night on the train, McDonald was stopped in his box.

"Boom!"

You don't need to identify it to know that it is an exquisite 2000-year-old cultural relic. If it is too thick, it will be too plump, and if it is too small, it will be too thin.

The length of more than 1.1 meters is simply against the sky.

This perfect cultural relic formed a double-teaming trend with another hand of the same age and perfection.

This is the legendary wall of cultural relics.

McDonnell trembled all over and lost his voice: "Queen, spare me!"

(End of this chapter)