Stratholme God

   Chapter 1373 The Rocket of the Big Bang

  The trolls used to control the entire Aixing, and it's not without reason.

   A half-sized troll boy, without any weapons, can tear up an adult human with just those three thick fingers.

   Without formation and weapons, ordinary humans in the feudal era could not compete with trolls at all.

  The blood feud accumulated over ten thousand years makes it possible that the trolls and all the major races of the alliance are not reconciled, and even to the point of ‘you can lead us to kill the trolls, you are the best boss. ' at this point.

   McDonald's was not idle either, and offered a reward directly, such as how much to charge a troll's head. As a result, 50 percent of the heads were taken away by the sand sculpture players, and the rest were the snipers cultivated by the alliance itself, as well as the elves' marksmen.

   Nearly 400,000 Alliance troops surrounded Dazaro with water.

   In the Ebon Fortress headquarters, everyone was surprised to see that McDonald was sitting in the seat to the right of Commander Tyrande, seemingly bored.

  According to McDonald's statement, "I'm just here for a show, and this time the commander is Your Excellency Yufeng." It really gave Tyrande enough face.

Hi! Every day you keep people below you, what's the problem with occasionally giving people the upper hand?

   Everyone has no opinion, it's just that Jaina is secretly sulking.

   It's useless to be angry, a dead camel is bigger than a seal.

   Even if the night elves knelt down a few times, they still have a population of one million, and the whole people are soldiers.

   Can you have fifty thousand soldiers in Kul Tiras?

   The worst thing is that the characteristics and positioning of the original maritime power completely coincided with the strengths of the Stratholme Empire. Jaina asked McDonald to make concessions, that is, to let McDonald cut his own flesh and distribute it to Kul Tiras.

   It’s okay to pretend, and the output point of shipbuilding skills is also good enough. If you want to give up the ultimate secret of the Mai family, [Jianniang], don’t even think about it.

   Jaina can turn back and cry, at this moment, she can only be a little girl who serves tea.

Tyrande has the power of the leader of the great clan. At the beginning of the game, he put his hands on the edge of the military sand table and said in a sonorous tone: "Although the crusade against the Zandalari trolls this time went well, let's not forget, The other party is a long-standing race that has been entrenched in Azeroth for more than 10,000 years. In Dazar'alor, in addition to the powerhouses such as the great lich Anastrian and the blood elf archmage Rommath, there are also a number of wilderness Gods. In the mouth of the trolls, they are called the loa."

  Tyrande pointed to the high mountain next to Dazar'alor: "Especially here! Here, there is the lair of Luoa God [Master of the Wind] Paku."

Tyrande made a gesture, and Shandris immediately added: "As a subspecies of the ancestor dragon, the pterodactyl was also one of the rulers of the sky in ancient times. Paku is the elder of the pterodactyl who obtained divine power. Along with the civilization history of Zandalari trolls, Paku, as the penultimate test of the Zandalari emperor's ascension to the throne, can also testify to this point. Paku's followers do the job."

  Tyrande looked at McDonald: "Paku will be a powerful uncertainty factor for our air force. I wonder if the lord of the alliance has a way to solve it in advance?"

   McDonald pretended to ponder: "Here, let me brush some rockets for Paku sauce."

   All the big guys: ? ? ?

  Paku... sauce?

  I don't know why, the sand sculpture players who watched this scene through the live broadcast felt a bit of a sense of sight...

   There was a rumbling sound from the front of Ebon Fortress.

   Layer upon layer, hundreds of circular metal lids up to half a meter thick were opened one after another, revealing the deep black holes inside which could accommodate an adult.

   "Woooooooo-"

As MacDonald snapped his fingers, the order was issued layer by layer. Five seconds later, all the openings trembled in unison—the next moment, whether it was the troll trapped inside Dazar'alor, or the three surrounded by the outside. The alliance soldiers and soldiers on the outer three layers, almost all existences saw a large pipe dragging a long tail flame straight into the sky.

   That kind of feeling was like a large silver cloud flew into the sky, reflecting the mid-air into a piece of snow silver, and then the cloud stopped at the highest point and smashed Dazar'alo across the face.

   "Human Rocket!"

   Accompanied by a scream from an unknown troll in the city, the rockets smashed into the mountain next to Dazar'alo with a harsh whistling sound.

  Talanji, who happened to see this scene, almost raised his throat: "Paku..."

   She looked at Zujin beside her, hoping to hear Zujin say that Paku would be fine.

   Zu Jin pursed his lips and refused to express any opinion.

  M3 rockets are actually useless for bosses.

   In front of a real powerhouse, a cannonball with a speed of several hundred meters per second is just a flying prop to fly faster. The deadly explosion is nothing but a fire elemental reaction.

Therefore, when the pterodactyl **** Paku roared angrily, leaped into the air, flapped his huge wings, set off a gust of wind, and blasted the dense rain of M3 rockets into pieces. McDonald, who was watching the battle in the fortress There was barely a trace of expression on Ken's face, he was waiting for the follow-up, which he would see soon.

  Many rockets were exploded in the air, but a considerable number of them fell on the cliff before detonating.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   Not to mention that Paku's lair is located on a densely vegetated hilltop, with so many gunpowder and fire element explosives, even a bare barren mountain can burn you into purgatory on the spot.

In Dazaro in summer, there is sufficient moisture. The moisture in the trees evaporated and immediately formed thick smoke. The fire quickly spread to all the pterodactyl nests on the entire mountain, causing the descendants of Paku's pterodactyls to scream in fright. Fly.

   "Hoo!" Paku roared, trying to control its descendants.

   It was at this time that there was a dense bang in the sky in the distance.

   That was the anti-aircraft gun cluster of Ebon Fortress firing.

   How amazing is the power of thousands of anti-aircraft guns?

  The machine cannonball thicker than an adult human thumb poured down like a sudden heavy rain, and almost instantly shot through the pterodactyl group that had just taken off.

   Even the luckiest pterodactyl would inevitably be hit by more than a dozen guns, knocked to pieces, and fell on the spot.

  Paku screamed angrily.

   "No—" Princess Talanji in the city below let out a desperate cry. She knew that Paku was thoroughly incensed.

  The gods of Loa are like the gods of the wilderness, but in the final analysis they are just a group of wiser and more powerful animal spirits.

   Being so stimulated, how could Paku endure it?

  It flapped its wings violently, and took the descendants of the pterodactyls flying up the mountain behind it, desperately rushing towards the huge diamond-shaped flying fortress in the distance.

   The seduction went so smoothly that even Tyrande, who was sitting on the command seat watching the battle, couldn't help but raise his brows slightly.

   Only McDonald calmly crossed Erlang's legs, stretched out his right hand, and gracefully took the champagne glass that Solanlian handed over.

   (end of this chapter)