Stratholme God

  Chapter 649 The wife is married and unhappy.jpg (1 more)

   Redundant words, disgusting!

   Goblins look disgusting.

   The orcs were walking on the path, maybe a net fell from the sky, covering their heads, and then a bunch of green-skinned dwarfs came out from the tree holes, dog holes and other messy places, all kinds of ruthless hands.

   Forget about throwing guns and darts, and even poisoning them.

   Orcs are generally rash and careless, who would wear a full set of armor when they go hunting? Easily hit.

   Now that the orcs have progressed in society, they also have the habit of carrying money with them. Who knows, the few Arathor coins have also stimulated these crazy goblins.

   As a result, tens of thousands of goblins were infested throughout eastern Feralas, forcing Thrall to send out Darkspear trolls who were better at jungle warfare to clean up these scourges.

   To this end, Thrall also specifically inquired about the alliance.

   "Why can the alliance handle the guerrilla warfare of goblins? Isn't there a lot of woods in Stranglethorn Vale?"

   In response, a certain Gilnean wolf king blew the nails on his hand and blew away a piece of goblin skin.

   That's right, most of the tens of thousands of goblins hanging on the southeast branch are the masterpieces of Gilneas werewolves.

   In this battle of Stranglethorn Vale, the Alliance did not send out the ranger troops with high elves as the core, it was purely an opportunity for the old wolf king Jean to perform.

   Compared to the Ranger troops who have already proven themselves on the battlefield, Gilnean people are the most eager to express themselves.

   Over the past few years, I haven't had a chance to show my own value. Old Jean is so anxious!

  Ackmonde demolished Greymane's Wall with one finger, causing Gilneas to suffer the werewolf disaster ahead of time. More than half of the domestic agriculture collapsed, and half of the nation was turned into a werewolf. As a result, Gilneas' economy has not been able to recover over the years.

  A lot of things are like this. In a country that has been playing well with autism, when its fragile ecology and self-circulation are broken, and there is no external capital injection, the national economy and people's livelihood will be difficult.

  It was all thanks to the alliance, or to be precise, the blood transfusion of a big dog, that the country remained in a state of half-dead.

  MacDonald deliberately hangs Gilneas in the five-year plan, old Gene has nothing to do.

  The Stratholme Federation is willing to trade with Gilneas, and the products are more than enough. The question is, do the poor make the werewolves rich?

   This time, when he heard that he was going to beat the goblins in the rainforest terrain, the old wolf king changed into a border shepherd in seconds, came over to fight, and stayed with McDonald's.

   After all that was said, I squeezed a spot.

   On the battlefield, Bian Mu immediately turned into a wolf!

  To be fair, the jungle area is the natural home of werewolves.

  Compared to ordinary humans, werewolves' high agility and high vitality are unfavorable in this place.

   The goblins paid a heavy price for their shredders not being topped.

  The werewolf is basically just a few small jumps, just jump to the head of the mecha, and with one claws, the goblin pilot will be transferred to be a headless horseman.

  Werewolves' restraint on trolls is also more obvious.

The   Guiniers werewolf unit made a lot of credit in this southern expedition.

  In this way, the night elves occupied the town of Everlook, the Kingdom of Stormwind ate half of Stranglethorn Vale, and the Stratholme Federation occupied half of the Tanaris Desert, and the alliance quietly completed its expansion.

   As for Rivendell, who was a little unfinished, he applied to eat the Shining Plains north of Tanaris. McDonald agreed to attack, but Rivendell's careful thoughts were extinguished.

   "There's something wrong with that broken place in the Shimmering Plains. Once Deathwing Neltharion appears, the place will be bad."

  Rivendell suddenly realized - could it be the Winged Brother's lair there?

   He misunderstood, McDonald couldn't say it clearly. I can't tell him that after the cataclysm, it will become an underwater world, right?

   This doesn't prevent Rivendell from playing a tank on the open ground that goblins can use to play in traffic jams in the Shimmering Plains.

The   T-34 is full of fuel and has an endurance of 200 kilometers at every turn, making the goblin's chariot pitted to death.

The persecution of the    Alliance made more goblins... run to trouble the Horde.

   Compared to the smoothness of the alliance, Feralas was simply caught in the quagmire of war...

   Seeing the tribe and the goblins happily playing games, McDonald felt relieved and continued to explode the technology.

  The Battle of Stranglethorn is basically over.

The results obtained by    fully met the Alliance's requirements for this low-intensity war, and McDonald's happily withdrew his Stratholme city.

   Dark Portal 5/19/10.

   On this day, a certain Luna High Priest, who was not doing his job properly, came for a stroll again.

Huh? Why use the word "and"?

  I don’t know how many high elves secretly denounced Tyrande for ulterior motives. Helpless, the muddy status of the high priest is placed here.

   A head of state!

   McDonald's has nothing to do with her, so he must receive her.

   "His Excellency High Priest, are you so idle?"

"No, I'm concerned about the alliance's next strategy. What's wrong with coming over to negotiate with the leader?" Tyrande said, pressing down on McDonald's desk with one hand. Sideburns hair.

wipe!

   No need for snipers to report, especially even the cooking class saw it.

  Cough!

  I, McDonald's, are serious people.

well!

   will never care about the altitude of the Hyjal Twin Mountains, the size of the mountain or something!

   Tyrande giggled, and McDonald's reaction seemed amusing to her.

   The more he resisted, the more she wanted to tease him. Anyway, she had waited so long, not too short of time.

   "Yes! That's right." McDonald's pupils forcibly lost focus under the action of will.

  Tyrande flipped through a report on McDonald's desktop, which she had seen before: "What do you think about the Black Rock Mountain matter?"

   This is kind of funny.

The    tribe is so strong, they all come to avoid the white robe, no, it is the Holy Grail robe of the Stratholme army. On the contrary, the Black Rock Orcs of Black Rock Mountain began to act as demons. Do you think it's funny or not?

   McDonald's pouted: "It's not that Nefarian was beaten and was not convinced, and let the cannon fodder do things."

   "You just let the Trident people kill these scumbags."

   "This... It's been a little inconvenient for the Tridents recently."

   "What? I didn't hear that you have any major plans to call them!"

   Tridents, as the ace of the alliance, always do the dirtiest and most tiring jobs, take the greatest risks, and kill the most enemies. His every move fell into the eyes of all the bigwigs, and it almost became a weather vane for who McDonald's was going to fight.

   McDonald's was stunned on the spot.

He really didn't know how to explain to Tyrande that the group of teasers had officially announced their marriage before May 20 because of an island female star Yui Aragaki who they loved and always said that she was a wife, and then fell into self-closing state.

   At a glance, most of the messages in the system chat group were "Wife is married, not happy!"

   There are not many exceptions, that is, "I will always like Mr. Fukada."

  By the way, these guys used to post "one cry, two troubles, three fights" all day long.

   Alas, dirty god, it really is an eternal mudslide among sand sculpture players.

   (end of this chapter)