Stratholme God

   Chapter 1442 Break the cycle

  Tyrande broke off personal friendship with Malfurion, which is only a tidbit in the Alliance.

  Except for the few pure-hearted breeds like King Wa, the big waves in the nobility are absolutely the majority. As long as the Stratholme Empire and the night elves are not officially married, it doesn't count.

The focus of the    Alliance executives is still on N'Zoth's side.

  In fact, it has been basically determined now that Nyalothana has a hole in Uldum and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Unfortunately, the entrance to this dark empire is not fixed. After entering, under the obstruction of N'Zoth's power, the exploration of sand sculpture players is not smooth.

   There are not many cracks in the branch space. There are not only a lot of phantom traps in many places, but also like the foot-binding cloth of Qing Dynasty women-long and smelly.

  When the deployment of troops was basically completed, McDonald found that he had nothing major to do.

   In terms of farming, there are a lot of tool people watching.

  The development and mass production of mechas such as Gundam cannot be rushed. When the production method and process cannot be changed, the limit of the speed of production capacity expansion is there. Even if you want to find more people to do it, you need to have so many magic artisans.

   Having nothing to do, McDonald returned to the royal study in Stratholme Palace and stretched his feet under the desk.

  The emperor's desk must be big enough, seven meters long and three meters wide.

   Last month, a human nobleman who was brainwashed by N'Zoth tried to assassinate the emperor. Who knew that a team of five heroes suddenly jumped out from under the table and beat the assassin to the point of bruising his nose and face.

  So, you never know what the emperor's desk is.

   Well, not even the emperor himself knew.

  This time is no exception. As soon as you stretch your feet, the vertical grip maintenance program will automatically start.

   McDonald's pretentiously reviewed the memorials, and after a few clicks, he snapped the pen with a click, and soybean sweat was seeping from his forehead.

   A certain black dragon queen complained in a low voice from under the table: "Stupid! How many times have I told you, this! No! Yes! Chicken legs!"

   "I forgot..." This is a cry similar to a small animal.

   "Oh my God! You deserve to be the No. 3 mount."

   "No—forgive me, I'll do it this time."

   At this moment, McDonald just felt that his exclusive artifact was not the wind sword, but the [Atiesh] of Kadjian. As long as that thing is left alone, every 20 seconds, three translucent crow souls will run out of their own accord, circling around the owner's forehead constantly, roaring in crow language, "Fool! Fool! Fool!"

  The dog thief collapsed on the spot.

well! This mount just lacks education!

  The angry McDonald overturned the table in the physical sense, and viciously taught Teresa, this stupid dragon, what rules are.

   At first, the silly dragon was still moving, but McDonald's grabbed the back of the dragon's neck with one hand, and he calmed down immediately.

After    tossing around for a long time, McDonald ran out of the study without a word and walked around the imperial city.

   Coincidentally, on the top floor of a turret, McDonald saw Ysera in human form sunbathing on a beach bed.

   "What a coincidence." MacDonald snorted.

   Ysera is like frying fish, it is very eye-catching when it is turned over.

  Ysera smiled: "Most dragons don't understand people's hearts. Dragons like Onyxia, who specialize in human weaknesses, are definitely an exception."

  McDonald felt so speechless when he was embarrassed: "You... Got it?"

   "I smell dragon blood."

  “…”

  Ysera waved his hand: "It's okay, I don't mind such a trivial matter."

  “…”

   Seemed to find that McDonald didn't want to talk about this kind of thing, Ysera smiled lightly and changed the subject: "I lost almost all of my special powers. You should know, what will happen to the planetary protection circle?"

   McDonald frowned: "You mean, the Burning Legion will come?"

   "Probably. Those demons won't let go of such an opportunity."

   "Didn't the Dragon King make it up?"

   Ysera smiled bitterly: "I went to your human school at random yesterday, and I occasionally heard a sentence that fits the current situation [You are the worst class of students I have ever taught]."

  McDonald held his forehead.

   No matter where you go, you can feel the cultural output of sand sculpture players to this world!

  Ysera explained a little, and McDonald immediately understood.

  【Dragon King】is never a simple title, it also represents absolute strength, which is divided into two parts: the combat power of the Dragon King itself, and the special abilities given by the Titans back then.

  The two guys, Kalecgos and Onyxia, are far inferior to their predecessors in absolute strength. The key point is that Kalecgos does not master the mystery of magic, and the Black Dragon Princess does not have the power of her father.

   Now that the Bronze Dragon King is missing, Ysera has completely lost the power of dreams. In fact, there is only Alexstrasza left as the pillar of the planetary protection circle.

  Ysera raised three fingers: "30%! No more! This is the status quo of the protective circle that protects Azeroth."

   "Alas!" McDonald sighed. In the end, Ysera was saved. From the overall point of view, it is almost the same as no rescue.

   "McDonald's, don't be discouraged, after all, this is much better than the same period in history."

  噔噔噔!

   McDonald's heart thumped like a drum.

   He narrowed his eyes: "You also have the power of the Bronze Dragon King?"

"Of course not!" Ysera stroked her long emerald-green hair, which seemed to be full of discord in reality: "How could I dabble in the power of time and space. But as Nozdormu's sister, I Privileged. I can ask him the questions I care about. Nozdormu can then give me tacit hints without involving issues of principle."

Grass! And this kind of shit! ?

   McDonald's eyes widened.

   Ysera giggled. It turns out that when the dragon laughs, the sound can also be very good.

"The power of the Titan dominates the soul of our guardian dragon, so that every thought and every action of ours revolves around [duties]. But more than ten thousand years of repeated work, like an inescapable cycle, is really Boring. If there are no accidents, our life will be like a history book that turns over and over again, starting at a certain point in time and ending in a boring way at a certain point. Finally, we turn to the first point of the book pointlessly. page, start over, keep repeating."

   McDonald's pouted.

   He had to admit that Ysera had a point.

  The story of the world of Azeroth, the first few versions are undoubtedly amazing. But after [The Lich King], the "screenwriter" of history could no longer come up with any amazing stories, nor could he create a villain with unique charm that could rival the Lich King.

   This kind of feeling is like reading a novel from the starting point. The front is written by the Great Platinum God, and the back is immediately replaced by a fine writer. Later, he lost his face, and directly changed to a codewriter with a thousand words and a dollar to be a gunman.

   All kinds of inconsistencies, anticlimactic, even McDonald's, as a witness, felt a burst of liver pain.

   Having said this, Ysera suddenly poked McDonald's chest: "However, a spoiler who does not belong to this world can have the opportunity to break this cycle of fate and lead the world to a new ending!"

   (end of this chapter)