Stratholme God

  Chapter 892 The King of Scrolls is actually me? (1 more)

   Originally, McDonald's thought of putting the Holy Maiden down.

   "I'll go talk to her." Surprisingly, Kalia stepped forward and made this request.

   "This..." Kalia is McDonald's baby bump, and McDonald's rarely hesitated.

   "It's okay, I'll accompany her." Liadrin raised the shield in her hand.

   What kind of sparks will there be between two sacred heroines and a virgin of the Holy Light of unknown origin?

   is yet another branch of history that was never conceived.

  The Holy Maiden of Chastity is not necessarily very strong, as long as the equipment is not too bad for the squad, toss it around, it will be fine.

   That's how you let Kalia take the risk, is it worth it?

What    McDonald saw was Kalia's firm gaze—the soft color had long since faded from the still clear eyes.

  McDonald's was taken aback, only to realize that she was no longer the royal princess who couldn't do anything and was simply the most beautifully decorated royal princess. In any case, even if she was beaten by McDonald's, she was a heroine who experienced several shocking battles in the eyes of mortals.

  The appearance is weak, but in fact it is soft on the outside and rigid on the inside.

   It should be said, is it worthy of being a woman who has become a light-cast undead in history?

   suddenly laughed, and McDonald nodded: "Okay! You can try it."

   Looking at the backs of the two girls, McDonald's felt a little bit of melancholy.

   At this time, Queen Xi took a step forward and whispered in McDonald's ear: "Alas, McDonald, you are too strong, and those of us around us sometimes get melancholy!"

"Uh?"

"You are so perfect! The alliance **** of war, the alliance leader, the greatest inventor, the once-in-a-millennium economist, the prophet who is always on the right path... Even if I stay by your side, I am willing to be a star lingering around the sun. It's not that simple!"

   At this moment, in the spiritual sea of ​​McDonald's, his own image is a strange white cat. A light flashed on the top of his head, and there was an increase in the system prompt [strange knowledge].

   For a long time, after McDonald's crossing, he was terrified by the "parallel world of Azeroth on the street accounts for the vast majority" promoted by Lord System and Medivh.

   After 13 years, Mai was trembling with fear, for fear that a wrong decision of his own would lead to the backwardness of the alliance's combat power, or that he might inadvertently kill a hero who should have shined in history.

He overlooked one thing: if every decision he made was correct, and he made all the heroes who messed with him in reality do as he said, then these heroes who should have made a lot of great achievements are still historical those big heroes?

   Don't talk about heroes, even if it is a person's growth, it is not enough to rely on nurturing and reading. The experiences and hardships he or she has encountered will greatly affect the heights he or she can reach in the end.

   He played with the heroes, with almost the same blueprint and historical plot as in this world and the game, of course, there is no need to worry that the strategy will make mistakes, even if it is wrong, it can’t be too wrong.

  In this way, the heroes will gradually become a team-type talent, a mechanical killing machine with no soul, and a part of a precision machine, rather than the dazzling existence in history that is sharp and independent.

  Look, as soon as Alleria and Veresa became pregnant, they immediately followed the rhythm of being pregnant for three years.

   I don't care about anything recently, I just look at my growing belly and smirk.

   has no taste of the heroic heroine.

   McDonald suddenly smiled bitterly, he felt like a scroll king who traveled back ten years ago, and killed all the geniuses who had not grown up.

   Let go?

   Or hold on tight?

This is a problem.

   Just when McDonald's thoughts diverged, Kalia chatted with the Virgin of Chastity.

It took about ten minutes for the two of them to come back with the giantess: "Okay, the Virgin of Chastity, she agrees to go to Stratholme for a pilgrimage, and if it is really a holy place, she is willing to be the guardian of the great cathedral. ."

   Ah this...

   It was a drama I never imagined.

   McDonald's face showed a sincere smile: "Nice job!"

   A sweet smile appeared on Kalia's face who received the compliment.

   The next strategy was very smooth. There is a thing in this world called [Equipment Rolling]. When the strength is obviously dominant, higher attack and defense power will obviously bring corresponding fault tolerance.

I went to the Opera House to watch the [Romeo and Juliet] opera performed by two ghost bosses, and then went to the back and overturned a huge structure called [The Curator]. McDonald suddenly stopped and looked around. Khadgar: "What do you think of the team?"

   "It's great, it feels like you can deal with all kinds of monsters with ease."

   "I want to train them and let them fight on their own."

   "Ah this... I'm not sure what's in the depths of Karazhan." Khadgar looked embarrassed.

McDonald's looked around and saw a pair of eyes eager to try: "No, I believe they can do it. Let's do it according to your idea first, and advance directly to the key point you think. And I , just stay in the front hall and wait for the good news?"

   "That's not impossible." Khadgar scratched his head.

   Coincidentally, in the regular contact with the alliance military, Kaizi came to him.

   "Exactly, Kael'thas, you borrow Sagunar to help."

   "Okay." Kai Zi didn't hesitate.

  So, after MacDonald quit the Karazhan Raiders, he added a tool man.

   McDonald's called the Stratholme family's guard knights, surrounded by Calpurnia and Solanlian, and strangely chose to meet Kaizi at the opera house in Karazhan.

  Kaizi glanced at this place that once belonged to Medivh, where Medivh and his vassals enjoyed the romantic opera, and it felt strange. In his impression, McDonnell never liked arty art.

   So many musicians, dancers, etc. who served the nobles of Lordaeron in the past were not good at all.

  The corner of the opera house cleaned up by the attendants was originally a nobility box. Although it was rushed, it still looked stylish after it was cleaned up.

   Even McDonald discovered a phantom gramophone in the opera house that had never appeared in history, and it could produce a corresponding symphony as long as the score was input.

   Of course, this is Karazhan's phantom, or the ghost band is playing, you can say that this is [Yin Music].

   When Beethoven's [Fate] was played, the grand momentum suddenly shocked Kaizi and his two advisors.

   "It's really amazing music. I didn't expect Karazhan to have such a place." Kaizi said sincerely.

   "Well, it's interesting, but unfortunately this place belongs to Khadgar. So don't miss it, we can enjoy it this time."

   After all, the song is finished. Kaizi finally spoke: "Master, this time, it is the matter of Astalo's blood oath..."

   (end of this chapter)