Stratholme God

   Chapter 455 Letters to sand sculpture players with more than 100 million points (seeking monthly tickets)

   In the past, the evil gods boasted about how chaotic they were, and McDonald's always held a skeptical attitude.

   Now there is no doubt!

   Who are the natural disaster powerhouses who were just polluted by them?

   Just being brainwashed into a magical girl by Gavin Rader is worth the price.

   Spicy eyes is one thing, but it really reduces the combat power of the Scourge Legion, and by the way creates a deterrent force, so that the opponent does not dare to unscrupulously project troops in the Emerald Dream.

   If you don’t talk about it, you won’t be black. If the Scourge Legion doesn’t improve its style of play, how many people will come and how much will the sand sculpture players pollute.

   MacDonald even doubted that if the sand sculpture player's level cap was lifted and they were allowed to do whatever they wanted, it would contaminate the ancient gods of Azeroth in reverse.

  Cough! This matter is quite variable.

   Those dirty gods even dare to eat the meat that Cthulhu smashed, I really can't imagine what else they dare not do.

Ysera has opened up more permissions, which means that players have more room to weave dreams. Originally, Ysera was afraid of the pollution they caused leaking. Each dream can only be limited to a small environment. As a result, what happened to toilet bullying? The secret room killing play has been made, and the duration of the dream is also limited to 10 minutes.

  Nowadays, the top performers with the highest KDAs, uh, most of them are dirty gods, and they're allowed to control a space the size of an indoor football field and weave their dreams into it.

   As set before, every dream must have a fulcrum, which is the so-called flaw. How to cover up these seemingly real flaws with the seemingly absurd truth will test the skills of the dream weavers...

   was originally supposed to be like this.

The problem is that sand sculpture players are just having fun. It doesn't matter if it's reasonable or not, it's basically just trying to die. Even "The Overbearing President Gives 7 Billion Children to Occupy the Earth", a dream that makes a normal person have an instant brain hemorrhage at a glance. The plans are all out.

  The key point here is not the overbearing president and the harem with units of [100 million], scientific artificial insemination, and it took N years to get it out, but there is only one president's wife...

  Please! Even if each cub only weighed less than 4 grams when the kangaroo was born, and gave birth to 7 billion in one breath, this speed and kinetic energy... Anyway, McDonald's will not count the zeros at the back, and he has not counted the zeros.

   Just the kinetic energy generated by the production speed, ahem, it is estimated that any satellite orbital gun will definitely be weaker than it.

   Normally, this is already a huge flaw.

  The only thing that can give McDonald a little comfort is that the real elite operators will give god-level potions.

  For example, [Qi Ya Da Da] changed the name of the president's wife wonderfully and changed it into Lilith.

   Yes, that is Lilith, the legendary mother of demons.

   This becomes intriguing.

  Mother of Demons playing Splinter Cell? Or a demon clone? 7 billion in one breath, believe it or not?

  Those who have no brains will not believe it on the spot, but those who have brains will think too much.

  The blind spot of thinking comes out.

  The perfect cooperation between real sand sculpture players and elite operators has become a seemingly absurd dream, with murderous intentions everywhere.

   Follow the equivalence principle that weaving dreams must follow: the fewer flaws, the less lethal the dream is; the more flaws, the more backlash the dream breaker needs to endure if he fails.

  The god-level tiankeng created by a group of sand sculptures completely wiped out the dream vanguard of the Scourge Legion.

   Now, Ysera swung her claws and gave them an upgraded version. Each dream can have a space the size of two football fields at most. There is much room for fussing here.

   For a while, a group of sand sculptures worked hard to do things.

  MacDonald just browsed a few, and felt that he needed to wash his eyes on the spot.

   Feeling dizzy for a while, he decided not to watch it.

  Wake up slowly from the dream...

Huh? This time two things covered my eyes again.

   With his eyes wide open, McDonald finally saw Kalia's shy face from the gap in Lordaeron Canyon.

  Forget it, he found that he was still holding other people's hands, like grinding his teeth, lightly gnawing teeth marks on the back of his white and tender hands.

   "Ah this..." The McDonald's were all stupid.

   Could this be another large-scale social death scene?

Do not! wrong! I clearly remember that before I was summoned by Ysera, I took a leave of absence and rolled into my own bed before falling asleep.

How is this going?

   Kalia blushed: "Master, you just yelled and said 'hand', I handed it to you, and then..."

  Fuck! Did I take Kalia's hand as Ysera's and gnaw it?

   Am I eating chicken feet?

  Uh, no, it should be dragon claw.

  McDonald's desire to complain about himself was already overflowing, but he couldn't say it at this time. He enjoyed the happiest lap pillow treatment, and even nibbled Kalia's hand. He didn't know what expression to use to face his childhood sweetheart.

   "It's okay." Kalia threw the priest's [Recovery] lightly to herself, and the shallow imprint on her hand disappeared: "I offended the lord."

  Seeing that Kalia was the only one in the room, McDonald's was not so nervous: "Uh, there are no outsiders, you don't have to be so outsiders. What does it have to do with me!"

   "Really?" Kalia tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "You are avoiding me, right?"

"This……"

   Kalia took a few deep breaths, the peak of Lordaeron swayed a few times, and her jade face instantly flushed red. Even so, she still mustered up her courage: "I used to feel the desire of your red fruit in the palace, but you dare not touch me every time because of my princess status. But now? The Menethil Royal Family It's all gone, why are you still suppressing yourself?"

yes! Why should I suppress myself?

   Even McDonald is asking himself.

   McDonald adjusted his posture and let his face sink into the canyon: "I'm afraid!"

"Are you afraid?"

"Archimonde, the leader of the Burning Legion, will come to the world of Azeroth at any time. That is a super powerful demon that can turn the entire human world to ashes with one single hand. If I can't do it alone, there will be no future for mankind and even the entire Alliance. The pressure on me is too great, and I am afraid that more emotional concern will affect my judgment."

   McDonald's is telling the truth, and Medivh has shown him clips from other parallel worlds. Not every world's Archimonde will go directly to the World Tree. In many worlds, he scrambled all over the eastern kingdom continent and wiped out all human civilization, and then went to Mount Hyjal.

"I understand. Don't worry, I won't put any pressure on you." Kalia stroked McDonald's face gently: "But people's nerves will collapse if they are too tight. When it's time to rest, you have to take care of yourself. Rest. Don't you have a lot of trustworthy subordinates? You can hand over a lot to the elite of the Trident!"

   Kalia gently kissed McDonald's forehead.

  I don't know why, but the scene in front of me is very fragrant, but McDonald's just doesn't have any fancy thoughts.

"OK, all right."

  McDonald didn't know that, as soon as he delegated power, something happened. Uh, it's causing a major disaster for the Scourge.

   (end of this chapter)