Stratholme God

Chapter 737 Approaching the Wall of Beetles

The biogas itself doesn't have much smell. Although it has a little hydrogen sulfide, the smell is not too terrible. The key point is the raw material for biogas...

cough!
Even a tough guy like Brainless Hou could barely handle it.

"I kill you! I'm going to kill you—"

Holding a big axe, he chased and killed several sand sculpture players Jiutiaojie.

"Chief, no! No! Kill the soldiers of the alliance, maybe there will be a war!"

"Hellscream, there's no need to be angry about a few minions!"

First came the Warsong orcs, then Vol'jin, and a group of people still couldn't hold them back. Finally, it was the Tauren patriarch Kane*Bloodhoof who stopped the red-skinned bull from running wild.

The influence was far from over. After returning, he yelled at the big bosses of his subordinates, holding their noses and staying away from him.

However, it is not easy to get water in Silithus, and it is very difficult to find a place to take a bath.

It wasn't until the next day that I leaned on the alliance's water truck to wash my body.

The Trident soldiers took the opportunity to humiliate the tribal chief, and the alliance wanted to give an explanation.

McDonnell's statement was "I am very sorry that my soldiers took the opportunity to humiliate Chief Hellscream, and this will not happen again."

But how to punish, it is difficult to define.

After all, the two sides did not fight, let alone fight with weapons.

The matter came down to whether the face of the brain-damaged roar was worth it.

None of Varok, Vol'jin, and Kane expected that the leader of the alliance would be so fair and strict.

McDonnell ordered people to flog the Trident soldiers who made mistakes in front of [-] soldiers each from the Alliance and the Horde.

"Clap! Clap! Clap—"

"Ah! Don't! It hurts! Help! Kill me—"

The screams of the beaten were absolutely shocking to those who heard them.

The three-meter-long whip made of woven rattan was ripped apart as soon as it was pulled down, which surprised both Varok and Vol'jin.

This is not a fake beating!

In the distance, [Qi Ya Da Da] lit a cigarette, and asked [Speechless and Boring] next to him: "Excuse me, if you make a mistake you will be punished. not us?"

"Hey, isn't it yesterday that on the centennial anniversary of the establishment of the solar system branch of the Galactic Order Council, the boss occasionally conducted a self-examination of the system group, and suddenly found that [Jun Chen] had forced to pass more than 600 of [XX Double Ponytail Lolita]?" Going up with something like that, almost got a group blown up, and only severely punished the [monarch and minister] in a fit of anger."

The [Oath of Devouring God] next to him clapped his hands: "Oh, I understand. [Monarchs and ministers] worship the heavens, and their mana is boundless!"

【Shui Zhaoyang】Crying loudly: "Mr. Dog, can't you drive a car group to store these things?"

……

Cough, come back.Orcs are often face-blind when they see humans.

Brainless Roar, he doesn't know who blew him up, he feels that all human beings are pretty much the same.

Woking actually sees through, sees through but doesn't tell the truth.

The deep enmity between humans and orcs is not so easy to eliminate. There will always be some radical guys who will make troubles. At least the situation is still under control.At least the alliance has given a relatively fair attitude, so this matter will be exposed.

On the same day, Tyrande came to find McDonnell again during the night elves' working hours.

McDonnell, who had already had a premonition, didn't even do the routine maintenance of the grenade, but waited for Tyrande in the leader's camp at Black Dragon Post, that is, the living room of the largest bunker.

Tyrande looked at McDonnell, who was not looking well, and smiled slightly: "What? If the Windrunner sisters are busy, I can do it for you."

Obviously she came with two guards, but she treated her own guards as air.

McDonald said flatly, "No."

"No, I just came to thank you. You saved the night elves from a major loss. The little girl has nothing to repay..."

"Bah! Please, don't be like that group of teasers!" McDonald couldn't hold back any longer, and he held his forehead on the spot, with black lines all over his head.The cultural export or something is really terrible.

"Pfft!" Tyrande smiled prettily, and Mount Hyjal was swaying: "I'm not such an indiscriminate nuisance. I really came to thank you. Also, I'm sorry to let the Kaldorei's internal affairs It's your trouble."

"It's okay. The alliance will be stable only if all the ethnic groups and countries in the alliance are stable. By the way, what are you doing here this time?"

Just to say thank you to come here, a bit fake.

Tyrande raised his eyebrows: "No, I just want to tell you that when the alliance enters a period of peace, even if it is a short peace, I will launch an offensive against you."

"Humph!" ×2
Not surprisingly, the two windrunners snorted coldly from the door behind McDonald.

McDonnell almost wants to die. Feeling like you came here in the middle of the night to release the 'declaration of war'?

"You...don't come here for such a crap—" Macdonald couldn't help pointing out the door: "Liadrin, see off!"

"I'll be back—" Tyrande waved his pink fist, with the tone of an anime villain.

McDonnell really regretted letting her get in touch with sand sculpture players.

But before she left, McDonald glanced at the two female guards.

"What? Do you have a problem with my commander, Delaryn Summer Moon, or Veronara?"

McDonald's heart moved, and he said calmly, "No, it's the first time we meet. Hello."

"Hello, leader!" The two girls bowed and saluted.

Seemingly nothing happened, the two sides separated.

McDonnell always felt that Tyrande was acting weird tonight.

He couldn't even think of it, it was a temptation.

Going back to the highest bunker in Cenarion Fortress, in this room that only belongs to Tyrande, a priest attendant helped Tyrande take off his cloak, and Tyrande backed away.

"Dellarin, Veronara, are you wondering why I have to bet on McDonald?"

The two commanders were silent for a while, then nodded in unison.

"Be close to him, of course, because he is a chosen one who can exert the power of Goddess Elune. But on the other hand, he is a man who controls destiny. I firmly believe that he has spied quite a lot of fragments of destiny."

"Ah!" The two women lost their voices at the same time.

"Humans are creatures that seek good fortune and avoid evil by themselves. Looking at his actions many times, we can see that he rarely directly interferes in the internal affairs of the alliance countries. But most of the guys who he can't help but attack have problems. Similarly, Most of the strong ones who can be saved will reach out and find a way to help. You guys, you have to be careful."

"what."

"understood."

The two women replied.

At this time, Tyrande, who was bathed in the moonlight, picked up the cup, took a sip of the water from the moon well, licked the water drops from the corner of his mouth with his sexy little tongue, and his voice almost whispered: "Oh, my little hero, I treat you more and more. The more infatuated you are. You are my best choice both in public and in private. Tell me, what should I do with you?"

Time has entered February, and the Yashi Nest in the north of Cenarion Fortress and the surrounding Twilight Camp have all been wiped out.

The focus is on Hive Zora in western Silithus, and Hive Regal in the southeast.The alliance established the south wind post in the east, and now there are two writing posts that read as fortresses, and a writing fortress that reads as a broken village, forming a force of horns.

After the railway was passed, the Alliance army began to press southward unstoppably, approaching the Beetle Wall!
(End of this chapter)