Stratholme God

   Chapter 594 Full Preparation

   Of course 【Stars Fall】is not unlimited!

   First of all, Elune explained that the right to use this will be under the use of the high priest or the designated priest. Converted to the future, that is, Tyrande and Shandris are no longer playing, and there is a chance for McDonald's to play.

   Secondly, the goddess must have spirit.

   To mobilize the meteorite fragments in the synchronous orbit of the planet Azeroth, this is also a lot of consumption for a true god. If Elune's state is not good, her divine power is reduced, and she can't do it, then there is nothing she can do.

   But what more could McDonald's ask for?

   Handsome is over!

   Of course, he didn't think he had any chance to use this trick.

   Once the time travels back to normal, the mobs can be dealt with by cannons, and the boss will naturally be dealt with by the Golden Paladin Lao Wu and others.

The other side of    is that Elune owes him favor.

  As a true God who continues to manifest, there is no bad thing in Elune's history. It wasn't until that time when Tyrande couldn't deal with the tribe and was forced to transform into the Moon God of War, that Elune was inexplicably lost, and most of the time she was quite reliable.

   "Okay! I'll do my best!" McDonald's didn't write any ink, the benefits were enough, he naturally didn't mind taking money to do things.

   McDonald agreed, and Elune was obviously relieved: "It's all up to you."

   What happened next surprised everyone.

   "Goddess Elune and His Majesty Nozdormu have very important things for me to do. I want to leave the front line." When MacDonald announced at the military conference, it immediately caused a commotion among all the participants.

   "What? Is it more important than winning this war?" The nobles were the first to quit.

joke!

  Hawke*The stars are already their only life-saving straw. Who can stand this kind of joint eyes leaving the front line?

   McDonald slapped the table unceremoniously: "I just want to win this war! You have no right to know my specific actions!"

   "Ah! Even I, the Count of XX..."

   "Yes! You're not qualified!" McDonald's didn't give the guy any face at all. He looked around, full of domineering and majestic eyes, until no more kaldorei dared to look him in the eye.

   On the contrary, it was a lot of bigwigs who vaguely guessed what McDonald's was going to do.

  McDonald didn't care and called him directly: "Jarold* Shadowsong! When I'm not around, you will take over the position of commander-in-chief."

   "Huh? Me?" Jarod was stunned.

"Yes! Now is the moment of life and death for the whole world. Since you have already proved your commanding ability to the multi-ethnic army with your outstanding record. I don't need to risk giving military power to other commanders." McDonald said indiscriminately. With a tone of voice, a commander's scepter, which is equivalent to a military talisman, was stuffed into Jarod's arms.

"for this I……"

   "For the sake of the common people! You must accept it!"

   "Okay! I'm ashamed!" Garrod bowed deeply to McDonald's.

   After letting the unqualified guys retire, leaving only a group of representatives of the wild demigods and dragons, McDonald said that he made up, no, it was the conclusion he came to by restoring history.

   "Forcing a frontal charge is useless! The Burning Legion has endless reinforcements, or the demon army we see now is just the tip of the iceberg of the opponent's total strength. We must destroy the portal in Azshara City as soon as possible."

   Cenarius frowned: "Is there a chance?"

   "It wasn't there before, but now there is."

   "What is it?" Malfurion's eyes lit up.

"A group of high elves, led by Queen's Counselor Harvey, are being forced by Sargeras and forcibly transformed into ugly satyrs. Everyone knows that high elves are a group of arrogant guys. Although they pursue the ultimate in magical power, At the same time, I won't give up my pursuit of aesthetics and become such an ugly monster, there are always guys who can't stand it."

  McDonald's continued bullshit, or spoilers, of the history he knew.

  However, his words are well-founded and convince everyone.

   A good and beautiful elf suddenly turned into a savage and ugly sheep-headed demon Sartre covered in fur. Not everyone would like it.

   "Are you sure?" Malfurion asked nervously.

   "There has never been a winning battle, we can only gamble." McDonald continued to fudge.

   "It shouldn't be you who are the leader of the rebel army!" Malfurion also wanted McDonald's to take action, and he also had to fulfill his duty of exhortation as a younger brother.

   McDonald glanced vaguely: "The other party won't believe you, because you are not a noble!"

   Those words made Malfurion die.

  Similarly, everyone's mind is naturally the image of a powerful high-level elf noble archmage who had to betray Queen Azshara because of reality. The other party was very timid, and he refused to promise anything if he didn't see the big rebels.

  Yes, McDonald's arranged for Dath Reema*Sunstrider in advance.

   The only thing he didn't do was to give out the name of Master Kai. There are tens of thousands of high-level elf nobles, and the weight is close to four figures. Even if anyone confesses that McDonald's has contacted a high-level elf noble, Queen Azshara will never guess.

  When the time comes, wait for Kai Ziye to jump to the loyal minister, then it will be perfect.

   McDonald's likes his wit.

   "You can't just take risks alone, right?" This time, it was Ronin who unexpectedly brought it up.

   "Yes! You need an escort!" Maiev obliged to stand up first, followed by Malfurion.

   Seeing that they are united, McDonald has a feeling that it is difficult to refute.

   He simply followed the goodness: "Well then, Ms. Shadowsong, Mr. Ronin, Lord Stormrage, the three of you come with me. I don't need any more. The other party can't bring too many people in."

   Fortunately, this is an era of advocating heroes, and there are no stinky rules that big bosses must sit in the rear.

  When McDonald's was bitten to death, this was not Elune's instruction. After instructing him to find an opportunity and arrange a backhand, the coalition tycoon who was suffering from the inability to break through on the frontal battlefield also followed.

   After a little preparation, the four of them pretended to be messengers to contact the rear and secretly left the barracks.

   After the door closed behind her, Maiev asked, "Where are we going now?"

   "Hide your equipment in storage bags first, then look like you've been beaten badly by the eredar wizard, and enter Azshara city as a prisoner." McDonald's leisurely.

"And you?"

   "Me?" MacDonald smiled mysteriously: "Of course I'm pretending to be the eredar wizard."

In front of the three heroes, McDonald took out a pair of alloy anti-foots that were obviously custom-made, put them on his feet, looking like they were walking on stilts, and then put on a high-quality Airi. Da Mage robe, and finally put on a very delicate silicone demon mask.

   The key is that, I don't know what McDonald did, and the eredar wizard's unique fel energy aura rose from his whole body.

   The little friends were stunned.

   (end of this chapter)