Stratholme God

   Chapter 577 The Only Fancy

   The miscellaneous army in the eyes of outsiders, even if they entered the fortress, they followed one square formation after another, which seemed to be orderly.

  The noble lords who were standing on the tower in the distance were speechless when they saw this scene: Obviously everyone was as bad not long ago, why do you stand out?

   There are a lot of details that these noble masters don’t understand and can’t learn. For example, McDonald’s found out, and Garrod told the troops to ignore the rest and just listen to no more than five orders.

The fewer    plans, the simpler the commands, and the less error-prone.

   This kind of subdivision of the command is very mindless, and it also tests the commander's overall control.

   Garrod is one of the least picky cooks. No matter what kind of junk food, he can cook it into a pot of delicious food for you.

   He is the kind of commander who can rely on his own integration ability to make all allied forces exert their due strength.

   With such a performance, the nobles fell silent. Of course, they were not willing to be subordinated to McDonald's or even Garrod, but looking at the performance of their troops, they could only keep silent.

   It's better to hang out with the big guys and get some merits than "in the name of being alone, but in fact dying alone".

"Oh oh oh!"

"hero--"

   "Jarold *Shadowsong!"

  Black Rook Fortress has been turned into a giant refugee camp, and the road is full of people cheering for the Garoder army.

   Garrod rode a night saber and greeted the people a little shyly.

   It was difficult for him to describe his mood, and he kept asking: Am I realizing my ambition?

   He is a very enterprising spirit.

   Actually every talented young talent has a similar idea - give me a chance, I can do better than anyone else.

   Garrod was a little dazed.

   The ability of that Hawke *star is obviously far superior to him!

   Hundreds of thousands of refugees were sorted out neatly. When Sunstar was still the deputy leader of the Resistance Army, he arranged everything. For example, several lines of defense were built on the periphery of Black Crow Fortress in advance, and the line of defense was extended by a full five kilometers.

   At that time, he was considered a waste of resources by most of his compatriots. Who knows, the clown was actually the guys who accused him in the first place.

  Because the Burning Legion wanted to burn and kill, almost all the refugees flocked to Black Rook Castle.

   What used to be an empty wasteland is now full of tents and the belongings of refugees.

   This is because Black Rook Castle continues to organize transport teams to send infirm refugees to the forest in the rear in advance, otherwise the number of refugees accumulated here is likely to exceed one million.

  There are night elves who believe in Druids in the forest, and there, at least they will not starve to death.

  Leave behind the strong compatriots who have the will to resist and form an army.

   Ordered to forbid the blacksmith to carve patterns on the newly forged weapons, everything is simple, and it is enough to kill the enemy...

   The series of orders from that lord did not go wrong, and they were all proved to be effective, which made Jarrod have an illusion - as if Hawke Star was very familiar with dealing with refugees...?

  I thought that I was unparalleled in wit, but now it seems that the Marquis, who was not well-received before, is the real commanding genius, a ceiling-like existence in the Kaldorei military world!

   "I, Jarod... Orally convinced!"

  Mai was completely unaware that he was being overhyped by his subordinates. He was so busy right now that he wished he could borrow cat paws to be a tool cat with stamps.

  It turned out that at the time, he had two toolmen, Barthelas and Lor'themar, who were full of internal affairs attributes.

  He has nothing here.

   Finally caught a Garrod, of course, to use it to death.

   Anyone who found a little ability to lead troops was left to McDonald's to deal with small-scale conflicts.

   Finally got up until dawn, when McDonald suddenly received a call from the Shadowsong Priest.

   "Huh? Are you here?" McDonald's busy with government affairs, he continued to review the documents without raising his head.

   "I'm here." Maiev pouted: "I'm willing to admit defeat!"

   "Jarrod has proven himself, even if he loses in the future, it's probably not due to his incompetence." McDonnell said, while he wrote three chapters.

   "I have indicated to the goddess Elune that I will join the Marquis of the Stars. The goddess agrees."

   This is actually self-abstinence from Shinto.

   Goddess Elune will not allow priests who are too involved with nobles to be her own spokesperson.

   Maiev said that, and McDonald's was not surprised.

   There are many tool people who can fight, isn't it delicious?

   "Do you want me to give you a title of nobility?" McDonald continued to bury himself in his work.

   Maiev blushed slightly, and immediately shook his head: "I am still a member of the Sisterhood of Elune in name."

  In history, Maiev later established the [Watchmen] organization in order to watch an egg die, and he dug a lot of elites from the Elune Sisterhood.

  On the basis of this, McDonald didn't expect Maiev to separate from Elune.

   Anyway, Maiev can fight again, that is, a tool man who can be used in the battle of the ancients.

   There is no need to get involved.

   "As you like." McDonald's didn't care either.

   Suddenly, a tender purple potato stopped in McDonald's vision.

   Please forgive Mai for being a purple potato essence now, Abu, who is a member of the night elves, and said that his arm is a purple potato.

   McDonald's has seen this complexion for a long time, but he has never gotten used to it.

   "Xingchen, do I need to emphasize what is exclusive?"

   McDonald looked up, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

  God he meows, he finally realized something was wrong.

   Exclusive and exclusive, the meaning can be far different.

   Maiev's current mooncloth priest robe is translucent.

   Beidou Shenquan Kenjiro has seven scars on his chest, Maiev only has one 34D scar!

   Looking at Maiev's extremely serious face and completely flushed face, McDonald can fully realize that this girl is going out of her way.

   At this moment, McDonald's thought a lot: for example, this brother-in-law was escorting his younger brother; for example, she drew him to fight against Tyrande; for example, she accepted death and was willing to admit defeat...

   But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop Maiev from climbing up the table like a female leopard.

  If he is a genuine elf, most likely he will follow.

  McDonald's heart now is waterfall sweat.

   He seemed to see a purple child coming towards him.

  !

   I don't want a purple life ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——

  yo, if Tyrande is replaced, maybe McDonald's will also follow.

   But purple... No matter how good the figure is, McDonald's heart has a capital rejection.

  As a representative of impatient wisdom, whether McDonald's face or eyes, he transformed the rejection in his heart very well: "I know, I can't promise you anything."

   Maiev's face changed abruptly, and immediately thought crooked: "Of course I know, all of you nobles are thinking about Azshara..."

   Huh Huh?

  When did I become a queen fan?

All right! Queen fans should be Queen fans, so many night elves kneeling and licking Azshara, it is not bad for me to lose a star!

   McDonald's smile has a clear rejection: "What I want, you can't guess. Do you think I am missing a toy? The only thing you can make me fancy is your combat power!"

   (end of this chapter)