Stratholme God

   Chapter 751 Don't scare it away

  In the game, regardless of the alliance and the tribe, a unified currency is used.

  This parallel world is definitely not like this.

  Dwarves and dwarves are good to say, because they have coexisted with humans for a long time, they have accepted each other's existence, and have used the unified Arathor gold, silver and copper coin system for a long time.

  The real high elves' own currency was cancelled with the destruction of Quel'Thalas and the merger of Kaizi and his younger brother into McDonald's.

  Night elves use a currency called [Moonlight Coins]. As soon as I heard it, I knew that this was a special currency for magic sticks. Because this thing is the leaves that the druid personally picked from the world tree, baptized with the water of the moon well, and finally blessed by the high priest of the moon goddess.

   Anyway, if you don’t have the strength of a high-ranking priest, don’t even think about making counterfeit coins.

   On the other hand, the economy of the night elves... is a bit difficult to describe.

   Advocating nature, the demand for commodity exchanges is actually quite small, and there is no concept of luxury. So far, the exchange of Moonlight Coin and Arathor Coin has not been discussed yet.

  Basically, the exchanges between the two parties are still in a very primitive exchange of things, but only in large quantities.

McDonald's takes care of Kaldorei very much. Basically, every time they talk, they remind the other party which industrial products can be produced on a large scale. If the exchange rate is locked, the production system of Kadorei will be washed away in minutes. Goods will be exchanged for light.

   This is not blowing.

  Think about it and know that whether it's the kaldorei or the sin'dorei, those gorgeous armors, every time a set is made, is measured in years. It takes 1 month to make armor and 11 months to carve.

   Don’t say that the night elves have savings for thousands of years. In fact, most of the military supplies can’t be kept for that long at all. Armor that is less than blue and of excellent quality cannot be passed down. Generally [Excellent] only takes ten years, and whiteboard garbage equipment is finished in three years.

   In recent years, there have been consecutive battles. Such a high-intensity demand for war materials has easily overwhelmed the traditional Kaldorei craftsmen. Basically, a Battle of Hyjal killed Archimonde and wiped out the Kaldorei's armament.

   In recent years, Tyrande has had to purchase the modern stamped plate armor of the Stratholme Federation for its warriors. It's just that the carvings are still handed over to their own craftsmen, which is the last stubbornness. Of course, once there is a war, the plate armor without carvings must be put on directly.

  Deadly or handsome, most kaldorei will still choose small life.

  The matter of war, from ancient times to the present, is all about money and materials.

   In order to keep the territory, who is fighting a war without overdrawing the vitality of the country?

   Not to mention that the dark spirits have been fighting against the tribe on the front line in recent years, and they can't relax at all.

  This has caused the Kadore economy to be quite bad. Although the natural system is sustainable, it is not its strength to explode production capacity.

   Except for some things such as moon cloth, which are very popular in the alliance, there are no specialties. The key is that the amount is too small.

If it wasn't for McDonald's, in the name of country to country, recruiting a large number of Druids to the land of old Lordaeron, carrying out land recovery, and filling the salary of each Druid within the allowable range of the system, the Kaldorei would have been completely exhausted. The family is bankrupt.

  When Tyrande asked [Gustav] for credit, McDonald didn't even dare to look at Mount Hyjal.

   If one is not good, it is not as simple as N colorful reds.

  Nima, Xiao Ye is the richest man in the world, if you get married, you will need half of the Stratholme Federation's property, how can it be so cheap! ?

   The money that should be paid cannot be less than a cent!

   I didn't say it, the system doesn't give me a free gift, and I can't help it.

   Roughly negotiating the installation of the cannon, MacDonald originally proposed to continue attacking Ahn'Qiraj. Who knows that the leaders of the various families have lost that thought.

   "At least, let's see how Stratholme's first wave of defense is going?" Magni said.

   McDonald's can only agree.

   In front of the alliance, of course, there is the threat of the ancient **** C'Thun.

   This threat is still a bit far for the Alliance.

  It is also the first death of the tribe. Once the air fortress of the Scourge Legion harms its own nest, it will be homeless.

   The shadow of the third Dark Portal battle is still deeply etched in the memory of all the bosses!

  If even McDonald's lair can't handle it, then don't blame the alliance bosses for dying and not being poor, and withdraw first.

   Just as everyone was watching, Kel'Thuzad's air fortress swayed across the northern mountains of Stratholme in the dark.

  The Plaguebringer North asked his eldest: "Sir, are we going to drop directly to Stratholme?"

   Logically, Naxxramas, a creation of the Titans, is far stronger than traditional human cities, and with one move, the fortress can theoretically be demolished for you.

   "Open the fortress's magic shield to the maximum, concentrate all the magic power at the bottom of the fortress, and fly over the city to have a look first." Lao Ke ordered.

If    really did it for him, then no matter what, it would be the blood of the Scourge.

   Think about it, a fortress is **** and peeing on your head, you shoot it casually, and you blow up something, isn't it harassing yourself when it falls?

What   Kel'Thuzad didn't expect was that he didn't have to choose...

   In Stratholme City at this moment, all the generals left behind were sweating.

  Lor'themar Theron was the most nervous.

As an out-and-out foreigner, he joined the ranks of Stratholme's high-ranking ministers, and was trusted by the lord. For many years, Lor'themar has been working with trepidation, never daring to be too partial to his fellow high elves, nor to allow his fellows to be bullied. .

  The last thing he could have imagined was that every time MacDonald set out on an expedition, he would entrust him with the important task of defending his hometown. Even an old courtier like Serijek, who had been loyal to the Stratholme family for dozens of generations, could only attack him.

   Even though he knew that McDonald's had left a million piles behind, he still felt a lot of pressure when the air fortress of the Calamity Legion really came over.

   When Naxxramas flew over like this and flew to the predetermined ambush point, Lor'themar was in a trance:

   The commander on the opposite side is either too strong and fearless, or... he's actually a tough guy, right?

   Lor'themar, who received the first round of battle reports, was very confident in his own defense.

He glanced at the special portal that was 500 meters away from the headquarters. As long as he roared, his lord would come back with the Black Dragon Legion, give the big guy in the sky a righteous [Starfall], and then open it. Righteous siege.

   He didn't want to, because it would prove his incompetence.

  Lor'themar gently raised his right hand and raised two fingers: "Don't scare it away yet. Number one and two [Gustav] get ready!"

   "Understood." The adjutant immediately repeated the order.

   After a while, it seemed like the legendary Zuo Qinglong and Right White Tiger. The huge cannon hidden in the east and west mountain walls of Stratholme pulled down the camouflage net and let out a roar that shook the entire mountain.

  When two 7.1-ton armor-piercing bullets of the Holy Light brand blasted out with an initial velocity of 720 meters, they hit the fortress over a distance of five kilometers.

   Guess what happened?

   The apex of the pyramid of Naxxramas was like a cake eaten by a dog, and the whole top flew off.

protecting mask? Ha ha! what is that?

  Tonight's vision is quite ideal. When this scene was presented on the magical mirror image of the headquarters, it was suddenly exchanged for a moment of silence.

  Theriyek took a few seconds to say to Lor'themar, "Don't scare it away?"

   (end of this chapter)