Stratholme God

   Chapter 391 [War Wear] (2 more)

  The sun well blew up, and the sand sculpture players were as excited as setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, shouting mysterious words such as "Didara" and "SpongeBob SquarePants".

   At this time, Kai Zi, who was far away in the Southern Continent, didn't know what the **** was going on in his house, and McDonald's was not obliged to broadcast the whole thing to him.

  It is not impossible to broadcast, that is the alternative 'shrimp and pig heart'.

   At least at the moment when the Sun Well exploded, everyone in the Alliance knew why Mai Xie’s main force had been stagnant in the Northland Fortress, not even stepping out of the fortress.

   went early, that is, it violated the long-eared border, and both sides are not thankful, and they were forced to die against the main force of the natural disaster army. If it doesn't work well, the army of 300,000 people will pass by, and they will give it away with a thud.

  It's too late, all the bones are gone, and nothing can be caught.

   McDonald's attacking degree is mastered so well.

  On the sea west of Sun-Zissing Island, Tanred looked at the Alliance Air Force roaring over his head, especially when he saw the black dragon that almost became the symbol of the Alliance Leader, he yelled: "McDonald, you pay for my ship!"

   The huge waves still caused losses to the Kul Tiras fleet. Several ships capsized. It was no big deal, but the ships couldn’t handle the huge waves, and it was over.

   "Hehe! What a trivial idea. Go back and report the number to me." McDonald's left a sentence far away.

   With this promise, the sea prince calmed down.

   Sure enough...

  Generous, benevolent and righteous McDonald's, my father Wangcheng will not deceive me.

   was headed by Onyxia, followed by all the griffins of the alliance, and almost all the strongmen of the alliance came.

  The Black Dragon Princess was looking at the beam of light and the smoke and dust that filled the sky, and the three Windrunner sisters lost their minds for a while.

  For a thousand years, although she has never been a mage, many ideas are still imprinted in her bones. Looking at the scene, Veresa murmured: "Do you have to blow up the Sunwell?"

"Otherwise? It's impossible to kill so many undead with the lives of one million Alliance soldiers. Besides, I have the consent of King Kael'thas." The stubborn mages are finished, and you should be me venting your anger for your two sisters."

   McDonald's said that when they were still ranger generals, they were suppressed by the mage faction for a long time and suffered a lot of grievances.

   He really mentioned it casually. How could he feel the same way about the fact that the two of them have been airbags for thousands of years?

   The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

   personally mentioned hundreds of thousands of troops, just to breathe.

   What a majesty this is! ?

   McDonald's really mentioned it casually, and he didn't even notice that Alleria and Sylvanas, who were sitting in the back row, swayed at the same time.

   This detail is really very subtle.

   After all, no matter how smooth a dragon flies, it needs to vibrate its wings. Since it is a muscle activity, it cannot avoid shaking up and down.

   The two sisters realized something was wrong with each other, one looked at each other, and the two sisters blushed at the same time.

   Alleria bit her lower lip unconsciously, while the left index finger stirred the blond hair that hung down from her temples.

   Sylvanas used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to walk like a little man, constantly lighting the tail feathers of the arrows in his quiver, as if he were counting the arrows for the last time before the battle.

   At this time, the sound of the cannon blasting below interrupted the wonderful atmosphere very well.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

   The roar of the cannons far exceeded the roar that had been heard before.

   "This is..." Veresa looked at the steel behemoth floating on the sea below.

   "Hehe, her name is [War Exhaustion]!" McDonald smiled dashingly.

   "Warspite." Veresa was in front of the repeater.

   It was the three sisters, Valeera and Liadrin who fell into deep thought.

   They felt absurd at the same time - didn't they? The Stratholme God of War, who has never lost a single defeat since his debut and is recognized as the strongest in the league, actually named his epoch-making and most memorable first steel battleship [War Exhaustion]?

   What irony is this?

   This is also very true. It can be seen from daily conversation that McDonald's is not enthusiastic about war at all. All preparations made by this product are based on self-protection.

   That fear of death and safety is etched into his bones.

They have long inquired about the virtues of McDonald's before the [Dark Gate] incident: saying that he was a dude, he was praised, and he was not proficient in poetry and writing; he knew nothing about astronomy and geography; .

   To put it bluntly, this guy is a piece of scum. If he didn't have the Duke's skin, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

However……

   is such a [Elf Control] who publicly vowed to pack a lot of elves back, but he didn't do anything after kidnapping them back;

   is such a seemingly ignorant guy who has become an undefeated **** of war on the battlefield.

   This exaggerated contrast makes them only feel that the battlefield can really change a person.

   It’s just that this has changed so much, it’s like a different person.

  Especially Liadrin. From the beginning, she always felt that this guy was going to rush over at the next moment, and tortured like a storm. She became numb recently, and she wondered if she was not beautiful enough...

   Just as the girls were muttering in their hearts, McDonald didn't realize that the mere name of [War Exhaustion] caused so many unnecessary interpretations.

  The conscience of heaven and earth, as a fan of "Azur Lane", his name is actually really arbitrary.

   The point of the matter is that this test ship has too many pitfalls, and it is the level of World War I on the whole, especially the 15-inch (380mm) naval gun is very eye-catching!

   There is no way, if the mechanical craftsmanship is not enough, it is not enough!

  The ground-based cannon can be tossed in the direction of large size at will. The space on the seaboard is limited and the ship is shaking, so the requirements will be much higher. At least Gustav's 800mm cannon has no chance to be placed on the ship.

   He didn't remember how many ship names from World War I, so he just clicked an old ship's name that he remembered.

   Who knew it would lead to over-understanding?

   This is like taking an exam for reading comprehension, and asking the person who wrote the article to do the reading comprehension by himself will probably not get a full score.

  The world is so outrageous.

   In other words, even a 380mm MK1-level naval gun can teach Lao Taizi to be a man.

   Sunwell Heights at the same time.

   Terenas was so angry that his beard blew away!

   This is not an adjective, but it really blows away.

   In anger, the power of death was surging all over his body, plus he had just suffered a big nuclear explosion, the dry muscles of Lao Taizi's chin really couldn't hold those beards that were starting to wither.

   A handful of white whiskers flew just like that.

   He never imagined that a boiled duck could fly.

   I couldn't eat the Andorhal collar, so I came all the way to Long Ears, and the master was killed. Who would have thought of giving McDonald's a slap?

   Lao Taizi was trembling all over. If he hadn't inserted [Frostmourne] on the floor at the last moment, and propped up a hemispherical ice shield, he would probably have to kneel.

   Now the entire Sunwell Heights, except for a conical area with an angle of about 40 degrees and a full extension of more than one kilometer on his side, all other places are blasted flat.

   A moment ago, the entire Sunstrider Island was crowded with elite undead creatures. Less than a tenth of that remains now.

   "McDonald—" Old Taizi's extremely angry roar was only halfway through, and he was blown away by the cannonball of the naval gun.

   Well, in a physical sense.

   (end of this chapter)