Chapter 1110 It's time to divide the spoils again (2 more)
Is this... done?
The big guys looked at each other, no one has experience in this kind of thing!
Little did he know that the next second, Lothar's whole body suddenly twitched. He covered his head with both hands in pain and screamed "Ah!"
"Uncle Anduin!" Varian was the first to break his guard. He rushed forward but could do nothing.
"I...should...be fine, it's just...there's too much noise..." Lothar said with difficulty.
McDonald frowned, then went over for the second time and put his hand on Lothar's shoulder: "Calm down! Look at me and answer me, are there too many sounds that make you feel collapsed?"
Lothar was almost speechless, hesitated for a moment, and nodded reluctantly.
McDonald seemed to be singing a poem: "Classify the sounds! Destroy the rebels! Punish the noisy ones! Guide the confused ones! Then block out all noise! Try it first!"
After saying that, he pulled King Wa back a little.
"Okay..." Lothar said hoarsely.
It didn't take long for Liu Ying's death aura around Lothar to settle down a little. Although it was still agitated, it obviously felt rhythmic.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo -" The dead do not need to breathe. Lothar clearly retained the habit of being a living person.
The turbid breath of death was inhaled from his nostrils and exhaled again.
This process lasted for about three minutes, and Lothar's condition finally stabilized.
"Uncle Anduin?" Varian asked tentatively.
"I...it's okay." Lothar nodded.
"That was just now..."
"Sure enough, the Lich King is not that easy to be. He communicated with thousands of souls in the world at once, and I almost went crazy on the spot." Lothar held his forehead and said fearfully.
Tyrande's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion, and she turned to ask McDonald: "How did you learn this method?"
This is a bit suspicious.
McDonald speechlessly asked his men to bring over a simple individual radio, which was modeled after the Ugly Country's AN/PRC-10. As soon as it was turned on, N noisy voices immediately jumped out of it.
[Junchen Tianya] This guy is singing with a tone-deaf voice. [Free Blue Bird] This guy is looking for gay friends all over the world. Then he brags and spanks, and has all kinds of nonsense, but he is not doing anything serious.
Alliance bosses: "..."
McDonald turned off the radio station angrily: "We have studied that the Lich King's mind control network is somewhat similar to the communication system of the radio station. It divides different objects into different channels according to their types..."
In principle, there is one group for dirty gods, one group for ordinary players, one group for player captains, and one group for elite players.
Otherwise, tens of thousands of people are shouting blindly on the same channel, and only the devil can hear what so and so is saying.
Here, seeing Lothar successfully becoming the Lich King, the alliance bosses were relieved.
After arranging the necessary monitoring and defense measures, the Lich King's crusade finally came to an end.
Of course, this is not the end of the Northern Expedition.
That afternoon, on the plateau north of Icecrown Citadel, McDonald gave an important speech to the 50,000 Allied troops present and to the entire Alliance Northern Expedition through the magic messaging system.
"First of all! In the name of the Alliance Commander, I hereby officially declare that the Scourge, which desecrated our ancestors and harmed our compatriots, has been destroyed - the Lich King Terenas Menethil fell to Grand Marshal Arthas.
Under the sword of justice!”
"Ohhhhh!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live your Excellency the Generalissimo!"
"Kill those rotten bones!"
Although this announcement sounded a little wrong, it did not prevent the Alliance soldiers from cheering wildly and loudly venting their inner joy.
After finally waiting for these restless young people to calm down a little, McDonald raised his hand and the audience fell silent.
"Although I really want to tell you that the long night is coming to an end, dawn has arrived, and you can go back to your hometown to reunite with your family soon, but I'm sorry, but I can't deceive you."
"Oh..." There was a slight commotion and sigh from the audience.
"Perhaps some soldiers already know that there is a Titan ruins on the Storm Cliffs northeast of Icecrown Glacier, which contains a terrible ancient god. Yes, it is the same as the one who was in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in Silithus.
An ancient god of the same level as Suen [Yog-Saron].”
No one spoke to me, but in the slight wind and snow, every pair of eyes was shining brightly.
There is no fear, no hesitation, and even the many eyes give people the feeling that their owner is quite eager to try.
"Every race in the alliance has experienced the terrible dark age. Standing in the darkness, fearing the unknown things in the distance. However, today is different from the past. We have defeated terrifying and cruel enemies one after another. They have demon commanders, fallen evil
Dragon, ancient evil god, elemental lord."
"Because of understanding, we become fearless. But fearlessness does not mean carelessness."
"Before coming, we vowed to use our souls as fuel and hold high the torch of life. Just to melt the insurmountable winter in Northrend."
"Now, we are successful, but not completely successful yet!"
"So, keep moving forward! Alliance people, let us hold high the torch of justice and shine the sacred light farther into the dark land. Destroy Yogg-Saron, and then..."
McDonald paused and said with a smile:
"Let's go home!"
As soon as the words fell, thousands of soldiers responded with cheers like mountains and tsunamis.
If it were any other army, they might have slacked off a long time ago.
Only by providing correct information and clear goals so that soldiers know why they are fighting and to what extent they are fighting can we achieve consecutive battles and victories.
Amidst the cheers, the Alliance Northern Expedition quickly adjusted its forces and began to gather towards the Storm Cliffs.
Don't say anything, just opening the way is a very troublesome thing.
That is the responsibility of the engineering force.
With the general direction in place, McDonald and other heroes can finally settle down and divide the spoils.
After clearing Icecrown Citadel, the treasures of the major bosses belong to the Heroes.
As always, everyone has a suit. This time it’s T10!
To be honest, since T3, McDonald's doesn't really remember the names of those suits.
This thing is like those so-called internet celebrity check-in places. You have come here, but why don’t you take a photo to prove that you have been there?
If you were to change things over here and go back without wearing a complete suit, would you have the nerve to say that you have played the XXX dungeon?
What is really attractive is the collection that Lao Taizi acquired after he became the Lich King.
I wonder if these things come from the Vrykul, the Titans, or the Burning Legion.
Anyway, they are all good stuff.
However, before that, McDonald was angry.
"Fuck! Why did you give me the [Frost Witch Suit] of the stuffed shaman!?"
If someone else came to look for him, Mr. Mai might throw a stack of paperwork at the other person's face, and there would be no need to give him any face at all.
The other families were so stupid that they actually had the ability to talk through Alleria and ask her to come over as their representative.
