Stratholme God

Chapter 765 Caused by the collapse of Station B...

Of course, the monitoring of Naxxramas is indispensable, at least to track its exact coordinates.

[Sniper No. 11] reported to McDonnell: "We sent someone to touch it in."

McDonald's expression of a black question mark: "How did you do it?"

In the past, sand sculpture players were always detected by high-level undead spirits when sneaking in. Once they found that they were not loyal, they would be cleared immediately.

"We found a small bug. As long as a person enters and removes the spirit from the clone, it will enter a state of suspended animation. In the eyes of the undead, we are a dead thing similar to cement."

McDonnell quickly asked: "Wait, that doesn't seem to be such a convenient thing. I remember what your spirits must rely on. They reside in one body, so you can't use another body, right?"

"That's right. We found that even if we can't move our bodies, we can still contact the system and even receive information from the earth simultaneously."

McDonald: "And then?"

"Boss, don't you know? Recently, we can directly receive station B on Earth, but the rebroadcast fee charged by the Galactic Order Council is a bit expensive. But we all pooled up the cost to connect the spirits of these guys. One day 24 hours, watch as much as you want, sleep as much as you want, they think they can do it.”

Station B is the abbreviation of Biubiubiu Station, a video barrage website that young people love to watch.Please don't get me wrong.

Does this work?
McDonnell stared at Krypton Gold Dog Eyes, expressing his speechlessness.

"The big guy among us said that if there is station B, it doesn't matter if he is a ghost for a month."

"Okay, I agree."

"No, in fact, they've already gone up."

"..."

Looking at the recorded video, McDonnell could see that these sneaky guys used the orb of deceit, and then wandered up with the retreating Scourge soldiers.

Originally, there were high-level liches sitting at each entrance, and the soul examined every returning Scourge soldier.

A while ago, Naxxramas took a large TNT in the south of Stratholme, which blew up a lot of holes in the lower floor, and a dozen or so teasing players really slipped in.

These monkey-like guys hid in some cracks in the fortress, and others helped to get some cement, or the stones left by Naxxramas in Stratholme, and simply sealed the cracks.

Lie down and play the turtle breath Dafa directly.

As for the guy who was discovered, if he was discovered, he would simply die.

Anyway, if the player is dead, they can't get anything on the other side, and those rotten meat can't even be used to create hatred.

This is all right, 24 hours a day to monitor the itinerary.

McDonnell let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you brothers, if you have any requests after you come out, I will agree to them if they are not too much."

The matter came to an end for the time being, and McDonnell continued to command the Raiders of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj instead.

It's not going well.

The temple in reality is too huge, far more complex and tortuous than the terrain in the game.Under the command of the twin emperors, tens of thousands of elite bugs kept rushing out from all corners, attacking the alliance troops.

This forced McDonald to set up a large number of artillery and build bunkers in every important place, and even sent cement trucks to spray a large amount of cement in many places, throwing in steel bars, and sealing off all the places where Qiraji might come out.

Unexpectedly, three days later, something happened to the Eastern Kingdom Continent.

[Chu Jiayun] An emergency message came: "Boss, there is bad news and good news."

McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "The bad news first."

"Station B crashed. The computer room failed in the middle of the night last night, so I couldn't access it at all."

"Wait? What kind of bad news is Bilibili's collapse?"

"Our brother who lurks in is crazy!"

"..."

Damn it, it turns out that there are sand sculptures in this world who go crazy if they can't get on station B.

McDonnell felt a pain in his egg: "Okay, what about the good news?"

"Boss, you can see for yourself."

In the screen, a sand sculpture player named [AM13] is incompetent and furious.

"Show me station B! Come out, Chen Shushu! If you don't show me station B, don't blame me for being the top order in Mongolia!"

Forget about the meaningless words that this teaser said, the key point is that this guy is jumping on top of an explosive bag made of 1000 pounds of dense explosive powder.These explosives were brought in by a group of sand sculptures using space storage bags.

This irritable old man couldn't bear the darkness and loneliness, and when he screamed, he naturally attracted a bunch of natural disaster soldiers.

then……

"Oh!"

This thing blew itself up.

To be honest, it is not uncommon for sand sculpture players to blew themselves up.

Strangely, the place where the explosives were detonated happened to be near the bottom of the Naxxramas Fortress.The massive explosion collapsed at least two floors.

It's so hard to die, a natural disaster boss just happened to walk by...

Before long, Brian Bronzebeard's magic communication came in.

Since Naxxramas crossed the strait yesterday and entered the wetlands in the south, Brian has been following the flying fortress with the mechanized troops of the copperbeard dwarfs to prevent the Scourge from acting as demons.

"Hey! McDonnell, your people are awesome! Who do you think we caught?"

In the magic mirror image, a necromancer with a white beard burned in half and a shofar headdress on his head was pushed forward in the form of a human stick.

"This is... the dirty Hilga!?" The Macdonalds were dumbfounded.

"Yes! This guy is famous and one of the leaders of natural disasters!" Brian's voice was filled with joy.

Sergey was the man behind the spread of the plague throughout Azeroth, and it was he who created the plague cauldron.Not only humans, but also the flora and fauna of Lordaeron fell victim to the plague.Thanks to Shirgai's masterpiece, the area around Lordaeron City has not been completely cleared of the plague so far, and there are still tens of thousands of hectares of land that need to be purified and healed.

The Eastern and Western Plaguelands in history are all masterpieces of this guy.

After entering Naxxramas in the future, it would be quite troublesome to deal with this guy.

Who knew it would turn out like this?

Ok!

Let me run through what happened.

The B station of the earth and celestial dynasty, which spans time and space, suddenly malfunctioned, causing the sand sculpture players not to watch the anime, and then went berserk, regardless of whether they were in the enemy camp, directly bombed the fortress to vent their anger, and ended up pitting a natural disaster boss?

Normally, with Silgay's ability, he wouldn't just fall off after being blown up.

But a few days ago, when Lao Mo and Onyxia joined forces to counter the ambush, they gave this guy a deep breath.This guy didn't die suddenly, but he suffered some injuries and lost a lot of equipment, otherwise he wouldn't be so weak.

Nima, isn't this too magical?

I have seen enemies who can't drink water, but I have never seen such an unlucky boss.

The corners of McDonnell's eyes kept twitching: "This... a little interrogation, let's purify this guy. It's a disaster to keep this lunatic."

Turning his head, McDonald turned his vision to the system chat group.

[AM13], who was being congratulated by a group of sand sculptures, was still irritable: "Silge is a fart! Show me station B... Huh? Wait, the server is back!? Okay——"

Well, I have made great contributions to the alliance in advance, killed a hero who is the leader of natural disasters, and just lived a simple and unpretentious life watching station B.

(End of this chapter)