Stratholme God

   Chapter 1368 is not a bowl of water (supplement 1)

   Once you succeed, your bones will die.

   Azeroth is a place where there are evil gods, titans, and demons. How can there be so many peaceful rises?

  Jaina herself brought the Kul Tiras people to seek revenge, so she certainly wouldn't be pretentious.

She watched with satisfaction as Stratholme's sappers turned the entire swamp into a sandbag square for tanks to enjoy, and then worked overtime day and night to build docks, level the land for sea and air cargo ships to dock, and unload a lot of equipment .

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

   Soon she was deflated.

   "What the **** is this?"

   On the island of Zandalar, not to mention those man-eating dinosaurs that would jump out of the lush grass of a person at any time, all kinds of evil things are outrageous.

  There are fanatical trolls who believe in evil gods and do not listen to the orders of King Rastakhan, ghosts, all kinds of strange curses, and the scene of evil blood sacrifices.

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

   There are at least five matters related to the curse that she needs to deal with personally every day. The guys in the curse are bigger than each other, and they just burp one, and Jaina doesn't know how to face them when she looks back.

   Forget the vassals under Lao Mo, the biggest one was that the next tauren chief, Baine, was cursed.

How can the    curse be so easily lifted?

   Not to mention Loa.

  The curse of those guys is like a knot on a rope with N layers of dead knots. You can't chop up the rope and reassemble it, you have to disassemble it layer by layer.

   Several times, Aegwynn did it himself.

   So far, Jaina has been absolutely sure that this is by no means a so-called easy journey of meritorious achievement, and McDonald's is really the right medicine.

  Yes, she Jaina is that 'good medicine'!

   Jaina was so angry that she hurriedly called the 'Alliance Leader's hotline' to ask for the guilt!

   Whoever thought of the Dog Emperor replied: "Busy!"

   It’s just that typing one more word will kill people!

   Take a step back and see the sky and the sky... What a shit!

   The more she thought about it, the more angry Jaina did a transcendental thing: the magic mirror video does not have to be picked up by the other party to open it. Knowing the space marker of the other party's mirror image, you can still hit it and force the screen to connect.

As soon as    hit it, Jaina felt in a trance that she saw something bad—the moment the Emperor Dog happened, she pushed a turquoise thing under the desk.

   He was moving so fast that Jaina couldn't see clearly.

   "McDonald's I..."

   "I said I was busy!" The 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 holding her forehead: "What did I do wrong?"

   Aegwynn was speechless: "Slow the offensive for a while, and then go back to get McDonald's forgiveness before attacking. Otherwise there will be an accident."

"it is good!"

the other side.

   Tyrande, who crawled out from the bottom of the table, was choked and burst into tears: "Cough, cough, cough!"

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

   Tyrande's eyes widened, McDonnell rolled his eyes, pouted, and finally said nothing.

   If someone else dared to do this, Tyrande might turn into the Moon God of War on the spot and beat him to the point where he couldn't find a complete bone.

   But this is the great benefactor who saved her ten thousand years ago and pulled the night elf back ten thousand years later, who is kind to the entire clan.

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

  She's not rotten. At a time of crisis, the pressure to support a country and a race is unimaginable.

   She has no decent helper besides her adopted daughter Shandris.

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

  With McDonald's backing, at least you don't have to worry about genocide.

   For more than ten days, Tyrande stayed at McDonald's when he was free, watching the battle reports from Draenor and Zandalar.

   As expected, the battle in Draenor went smoothly. It was not that Despicable Roar didn’t organize a counterattack, but every time he was repelled by Arthas and Rivendell who fought steadily.

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

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

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

  After successfully killing the giant beast【Krawlock the Killer Eater】, the alliance along the way was considered to have stopped marching. Mainly desert areas are stuck in the neck of logistics.

   Even if there are not a large number of poisonous scorpions and trolls running around, this desert with a diameter of nearly 100 kilometers will eat people.

  High temperature, lack of water, lack of food, and lack of fuel, all of which can 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 battle, McDonald received news that King Rastakhan had sent reinforcements to Whardun.

   "Good guy! 200,000 troopers, and a lot of pterodactyl knights. This is a bloodbath!" McDonald pouted.

Beside   , Tyrande, wearing a moon cloth lace suit, leaned up: "Do you want to send troops to surround and wipe out this support army?"

   "Just let Jaina take the airship over there."

"What about us?"

   "Of course, attacking Dazar'alor, the troll's nest in Zandalar, kill the princess! Catch the king!"

   "Wait! Did you do something wrong?" Tyrande laughed, his eyes flashing.

   "That's right! Rastakha is a piece of shit, his daughter is the real threat!" McDonald's fierceness was revealed.

   "Pfft! I thought you were an out-and-out 'alien control' in the mouths of Trident soldiers?"

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

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

   Over there, Jaina, who was ordered to join Liadrin to help Danas, took a moment to glance at the night elves' landing force, and overturned the jealous jar in her heart on the spot.

   "Is the bowl of water that you promised is level!?"

   McDonald's main fleet, after blowing up the last batch of dead "Magic Missile Cruisers" of the Golden Fleet, hundreds of thousands of troops landed majestically.

   Leading the charge was a mountain giant who washed up on the beach from a large amphibious landing ship.

  Seriously, ordinary mountain giants have long been seen.

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

  This giant stone man weighing 100 tons carries a standard Gundam kite-shaped shield in 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.

   A 20mm anti-aircraft cannon on each of the left and right shoulders, and an 88mm [anti-all gun] on the top of the head. This is not over yet, there is also a set of M3 [Organ Rocket Launcher] hanging on the back!

   (end of this chapter)