Stratholme God

   Chapter 765 Caused by the collapse of Station B...

   Of course, the monitoring of Naxxramas is indispensable, at least to track its accurate coordinate position.

  [Sniper No. 11] reported to McDonald: "We sent someone to touch it."

   McDonald's face with a black question mark: "How?"

   In the past, the infiltration of sand sculpture players was always detected by high-level undead spirits. Once they found that they were not [loyal], they would be cleared immediately.

   "We found a small bug. As long as people go in and remove the spirit from the clone, they will enter a state of suspended animation. In the eyes of the undead, we are a dead thing similar to cement."

   McDonald quickly asked: "Wait, that doesn't seem to be such a convenient thing, I remember what your spirits must rely on. If you live in one body, you can't use another body, right?"

   "That's right. We found that even if we couldn't move our bodies, we could still connect to the system and even receive information from Earth synchronously."

   McDonald: "And then what?"

"Boss, don't you know? Recently, we can directly receive the broadcast fee from the Earth B station, that is, the broadcast fee charged by the Galactic Order Council is a little expensive. But we all collected the fee and connected the spirit of these guys. One day 24 hours, watch as they want, sleep as they want, they think they can do it.”

  B station is the abbreviation of Biubiubiu station, which is a video barrage website that young people love to watch. Please don't get me wrong.

   Does this work?

   McDonald's glared at the kryptonite dog's eyes, expressing speechlessness.

   "The big guy among us said that if there is station B, it doesn't matter if he is a ghost for a month."

   "Okay, I agree."

   "No, in fact, they've gone up."

  “…”

   Looking at the recorded video, McDonald can see that these sneaky guys used the Orb of Deception, and then walked up with the retreating Scourge soldiers.

   Originally, there were high-level lich sitting at each entrance, and the soul inspected each returning Scourge soldier.

   A while ago, Naxxramas suffered a large TNT in the south of Stratholme, which exploded a lot of holes in the lower layer, and really forced a dozen players to sneak in.

   These monkey spirits hid in some cracks in the fortress, and others helped to get some cement, or Naxxramas left stones in Stratholme to simply seal the cracks.

   Lie down and play Turtle Breath Dafa directly.

   As for the guy who is found, if he is found, he will simply die.

   Anyway, when the player dies, the opponent can't get anything, and those rotten meat can't even be used to create hatred.

   That's it, we will monitor the itinerary 24 hours a day.

   McDonald sighed in relief: "Thank you brothers, if you have any requests after coming out, it's not too much, I agree."

  This matter has come to an end for the time being, and McDonald will continue to direct the strategy of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj instead.

  Progress was not smooth.

  The real temple is too huge, far more complex and twisty than the terrain in the game. Under the command of the Twin Emperors, tens of thousands of elite bugs kept rushing out from every corner and slaying the Alliance troops.

  This forced McDonald to set up a large number of artillery pieces and build bunkers in every important place, and even sent cement trucks to spray a large amount of cement in many places, throwing in steel bars, and sealing all the places where the Qiraji might burrow out.

   Unexpectedly, something happened on the Eastern Kingdom Continent three days later.

  [Chu Jiayun] has an emergency communication: "Boss, bad news, good news."

   McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "Bad news first."

   "Station B collapsed. The computer room broke down in the middle of the night last night, and I couldn't get on at all."

   "Wait? What bad news is the collapse of Station B?"

   "The brother we lurked in is crazy!"

  “…”

   Damn, it turns out that there are really sand sculptures in this world that will go mad if they can't get to station B.

  McDonald felt a pain in the ass: "Okay, what about the good news?"

   "Boss, see for yourself."

In the    screen, a sand sculpture player named [AM13] was incompetent and furious.

   "Show me Station B! Chen Shuji, you come out! If you don't show me Station B, don't blame me for being a Mongolian top order!"

   Forget about the amusing words that make no sense. The point is, this guy is jumping on top of a 1,000-pound explosive pack of dense explosive powder. The explosives were transported in by a group of sand sculptures using space storage bags.

   This irritable old man couldn't stand the darkness and loneliness, and when he screamed, he naturally attracted a group of natural disaster soldiers.

Then……

   "Boom!"

   This thing exploded.

  Seriously, it is not uncommon for sand sculpture players to blow themselves up.

   Strangely, the place where the explosives were detonated was located near the bottom of the Naxxramas fortress. The huge explosion collapsed at least two floors.

   It's so good to die, just a natural disaster boss passed by...

   It was too late to speak, and Brian *Bronzebeard's magical communication came in.

   Since yesterday Naxxramas crossed the strait and entered the wetlands in the south, Brian has been following behind the flying fortress with Bronzebeard Shorty's mechanized troops to prevent the Scourge from acting as a demon.

   "Hi! McDonald's, your people are really good! Do you see who we caught?"

In the    magic mirror image, a white beard was burned in half, and the undead master with a horn headdress on his head was pushed to the front in the form of a human stick.

   "This is... Dirty Shirgay!?" The McDonald's were dumbfounded.

   "Yes! This guy is famous and one of the leaders of natural disasters!" There was excitement in Brian's voice.

  Silgai is the mastermind behind spreading the plague throughout Azeroth, and it was he who created the Plague Cauldron. Not only humans, but also the flora and fauna of Lordaeron fell prey to the plague. Thanks to Shirgai's masterpiece, the surrounding area of ​​Lordaeron has not yet been completely cleared of the plague, and tens of thousands of hectares of land still need to be purified and cured.

  The Eastern and Western Plaguelands in history are all masterpieces of this guy.

   After entering Naxxramas in the future, it would be quite troublesome to deal with it.

   Who knew it would turn out like this?

All right!

   Let me take a look at what happened.

  The B station of the Earth Celestial Dynasty, which spanned time and space, suddenly malfunctioned, causing the sand sculpture players to not watch anime, and went berserk. Regardless of whether they were in the enemy camp, they directly bombed the fortress to vent their anger, and ended up trapping a natural disaster boss?

   Normally, with Shirgay's ability, he wouldn't have been blown up and dropped off.

   But a few days ago, when Lao Mo and Onyxia worked together to counter ambush, they gave this guy a deep breath. This guy didn't die suddenly, but he was injured a little and lost a lot of equipment, otherwise it wouldn't be so bad.

  Nima, is this too magical?

  I have never seen such an unfortunate boss when I have seen an enemy who drank water.

  The corners of McDonald's eyes kept twitching: "This... After a little interrogation, let's purify this guy. Keeping this lunatic is a scourge."

   Turning his head, McDonald turned his vision to the system chat group.

  [AM13], who was being congratulated by a group of sand sculptures, was still irritable: "Silgay is a fart! Show me station B... Huh? Wait, the server is restored!?

   Well, make a great contribution to the alliance in advance, kill a hero of the leader of natural disasters, and just live a simple and unpretentious life watching station B.

   (end of this chapter)