Stratholme God

   Chapter 835 Women's University Three Thousand (2 more)

  Kaizi doesn't want a chicken leg stick, that's because he is familiar with "The Brotherhood" and "Emotional Intelligence". As a small leader of a dependent country, and even grabbing chicken legs with the big brother, maybe something will happen.

   Generally, the one who takes the artifact is either a king or a giant. No matter how bad it is, it is like Lao Wu, who has a detached status, or has his own elder sister to support it, and no one just wants the Flame Devil Hammer.

   On the contrary, Ronin himself was actually a little resistant. After all, he took it, and he was afraid that if Khadgar came back, he would not be able to speak. Let's all hang out in Dalaran, I took your master's staff, what do you think?

   McDonald's fingering: Khadgar is about to play.

He used the power of the wind to send a sentence to the back of Jaina, who was looking lonely and slowly walking away: "If you encounter a great enemy like Kel'Thuzad or Archimonde again, [Etiesh] will for you."

   "Really?" Jaina looked back suddenly, with tears in her eyes. She had no shame at all, and someone wrote a bad check and muttered to herself, "Sure enough, McDonald's, you still care about me a little bit."

   Hearing that Jaina was gone, Queen Xi looked at McDonald's expression strangely: "Didn't you... lied to her?"

   "No, how could I have foreseen when Khadgar would return."

"Humph!"

   This sentence is the biggest scam!

   However, Queen Xi was about to say something when she found that McDonald was actually asleep.

   Woke up the next day, Mai, who was refreshed, really received the 'good news' from the tribe.

The    tribe launched an army of 100,000 people to attack the Naxxramas structural area with all their strength, and then kowtowed and broke blood.

   Twenty-nine chieftains died, plus a little Saurfang.

   "This..." McDonald's looked at the image of the magic mirror, and his expression became a little stunned.

  Perhaps, this is life!

The historical Dranosh*Saurfang should have been dragged to attack the Icecrown Citadel, and went up to the Lich King Arthas A at the Gate of Wrath over his own strength, after learning the length of [Frostmourne] , and happily transferred to the death knight.

  I didn't expect that in this life, this guy was so reckless that he charged towards Patchwick.

  Have the ability, the first to charge and not die, that is called fearlessness.

   No ability, the first charge was killed on the spot, that is called brainless.

   In the picture, I saw Dranosh, in heavy armor, rushing up, trying to use a big axe to resist the huge and hateful kitchen knife of Patchwick. As a result, his axe was of good quality.

  Dlanosh could visually detect on the spot that the cervical vertebrae, lumbar bones and scapulae were all broken.

   Patchwick, the first attack power in the structural zone, is so arrogant.

   The worst thing is that even the body was snatched away in front of him, making the old Saurfang who witnessed this scene burst into tears on the spot.

   Alas, miserable!

   Thrall's heirs are reduced by one daily.

   Little Saurfang and a bunch of chieftains from second- and third-tier clans died in battle, and the Horde's attack was a complete defeat.

The   Alliance has destroyed Kel'Thuzad, the Horde has been fighting for so long, and the result is only one boss. This is the Sun King's credit.

  The Sun King hid in the dark and held back his ultimate move, and used a giant fireball like a small sun to kill Grass, the plague giant dog, which was mutated from the Molten Hound.

   Not seconds to be precise, but his arcane flames can do fantastic sustained damage. The fire could not be extinguished, corroded the muscles, eroded the bones, and slowly burned the poor-minded and tactile Glass to death.

  The loyal Glass was stunned in his own lair.

  Unfortunately, if you go further down, you won't be able to make an inch. If you don't look at the tectonic zone, there are only Anubrekan, Patchwick, and the plague giant Grobrus. These three guys just huddled together, grinding a bunch of tribal generals to death.

  The chiefs have died so much, not to mention the centurions and thousand commanders.

   Anyway, this drama is wonderful.

  McDonald watched with relish, sipping red wine from a goblet in his left hand while holding a small snack, and asked Calpurnia to add wine a few times in the middle.

   This style of painting made Tyrande a little dumbfounded, and then he smiled and said, "Oh, haven't you always been talking about the bigger picture? Don't pretend now?"

Most of the heroes of the alliance have their own busy schedules. Magni, Varian, Jean, Ronin, etc. have already used the portal to go back to the country to handle government affairs. Only half of the heroes are in the tree-lined fortress. Tyrande.

  McDonald smiled and said nothing.

   Kel'Thuzad finishes the ball, which means that before the [Burning Crusade] arrives, there will be a peaceful life.

   The next historical node is that the Horde welcomes back those shattered Draenor, that is, the compatriots who stayed in Outland, and the strength of the Horde is bound to be epicly strengthened. Most of the time it's time to fight. If that's the case, why give the tribe a good face?

right! Sir, I'm not pretending! I have a showdown!

  Since your tribe has no ability to settle this tectonic area that doesn't even have a boss at the bottom, then don't blame me for using the Scourge to cut your combat power.

MacDonald raised his glass to Tyrande, a toast from the air, and after a slight smile, he turned to Lor'themar: "If the Horde comes to envoy, say I was injured in the fierce battle with Kel'Thuzad, and then Bronzebeard Your Majesty and Your Majesty Greymane are both injured. Help us to press them in advance."

"clear."

As long as   Lor'themar mentions it a little bit, when it comes to cheating injuries, this group of old foxes will definitely not wear a gang.

The    Alliance can still be justified - what? Who stipulated that we can't be injured when we fight the big lich and the ice dragon to the death?

   After a few words, the tribal messenger could only stare blankly.

  Just like that, McDonald got half-drunk early in the morning and rolled back staggeringly.

   "Why are you like this?" Alleria, who was supporting McDonald's, was a little pissed: "It's not good for you to be like this early in the morning."

  McDonald lowered his voice: "No, it's better if someone thinks I've achieved something and floated away."

   "Humph! The cunning and cunning boy!"

   "No, you're... the old shoulder slippery." McDonald's hands were full of smoothness.

   Alleria, who finally understood it, was a little bit dumbfounded: "You...you are the age to dislike me?"

   "No, there is an old saying in my hometown - the three thousand women's colleges are ranked in the fairy class."

   "Uh, what do you mean?"

"Happy like a fairy." McDonald took advantage of the situation to overturn Alleria with a charge, and then added a tight motion, crossing her tender lotus-like forearms on her lower abdomen: "Well, this is the new The trick [The Rise of the Wind Tower]."

   The maiden Ranger General, this time I was really embarrassed by McDonald's.

   "Okay, now we will conduct the seismic test of high-rise buildings at the Stratholme Earthquake Test Center. Let's test the seismic effect of No. 1 and 2 Fengxing brand dampers."

   (end of this chapter)