Chapter 1148 If you have the ability, let the horse come over
"Help! Help! Help! Definitely help!" Even without a pair of white high-beam headlights dangling in front of him, McDonald couldn't escape.
The said Penicillium Bamboo Horse must have its own sinkhole.
"Please don't deal with me. Who doesn't know that your help, McDonald, can make a world of difference."
Gianna's statement of directly defeating an army in a chess game is so straightforward that McDonald cannot avoid it.
He touched his nose and really didn't know how to continue his words.
As a recognized 'recovery expert' by the alliance, the amount of support provided by McDonald's is directly related to the intensity of a country's recovery.
An example of the upper limit is the Kingdom of Stormwind: Think about how miserable the situation of the Kingdom of Stormwind was after the first war at the Dark Portal. Only tens of thousands of people managed to escape, the whole country fell, all their property was lost, and even the salary of their own royal guards could not be paid.
With the support of Macdonald, who was still the Duke at the time, the country was restored step by step, and became the second largest country in the alliance today.
The lower limit is Stromgard: Despite the fact that Danath Trollbane has the reputation of being a hero of Outland and has received various preferential treatment after his return, the reconstruction of Stromgarde has been slow so far. It is said that there are remnants of the Forsaken under the city.
, difficult to eradicate. If you don't look at Zul'Drak, McDonald's really wants to join the Trident Army, the Forgotten are nothing, and the ashes of the Lich King will be spread for you.
(Actually, the sandbox players don’t want to see the Stromgardians, and McDonald can’t force them to go)
Macdonald has declared that all alliances will be treated equally. Everyone with a discerning eye knows that the speed of national restoration depends entirely on his or her mood!
Gianna was so straightforward that McDonald was speechless and could only laugh awkwardly: "Gianna, you and I, who is following the other! We all grew up together..."
"Yes! They often throw me into the pool." Jaina's eyes softened, and she felt a little sad.
McDonald bared his teeth: That was done by that damn ghost from before, and it has nothing to do with me.
But he couldn't deny it: "Well, can you not mention that?"
"Okay. Theramore will be given to you, and you can give us a bigger shelter in Kul Tiras."
Chaos!
It's all chaos!
McDonald's feels like it's over the top.
Jaina, who voluntarily gave up Theramore, would not be her loss if she encountered the [Focusing Iris].
However, it is inappropriate to mention that now.
If you think about it for a moment, you will understand why Jaina gave up resettling Kul Tiran refugees in Theramore: When Jaina built the city in Theramore, it was definitely too small. It seemed easy to defend and difficult to attack, but she did not consider the issue of expansion.
.Unless McDonald is willing to go all out, there is really no way to farm well in a poor place like Dustwallow Swamp.
Today's Theramore is just a transit station with little oil and water. It's OK to charge some tolls, but the entire swamp has long been under the absolute control of the Mai family. The tree-lined fortress in the southwest, Onyxia in the south
The lair has locked Theramore's development space.
It's okay to support 30,000,000 people, but it won't be able to accommodate more than 30,000 people.
In recent years, due to the unfair competition between Fenner and Golden Sword, people with some ability have gone to Golden Sword Port. This is the attraction brought by national strength.
In terms of development, Theramore is useless.
If nothing happens in Kul Tiras, Jaina can still run her business with peace of mind. Now that something happens, how can this poor place support so many people?
McDonald sighed: "Let's do this, give Theramore to me, and give Howling Fjord to you Kul Tiras..."
In terms of contribution points alone, Kul Tiras is definitely not enough to replace Howling Fjord. If McDonald is willing to give it, that is another matter.
"Thank you! McDonald!" The next second, Gianna did something that almost scared McDonald to death. She stretched out a pair of beautiful hands to hold McDonald's face and wanted to kiss him.
Damn you! I'm warning you not to be ungrateful!
etc!
Don't come over here ah ah ah
McDonald was extremely frightened, but he didn't dare to use his powerful skills. As he kept shrinking back, finally... the chair flipped back, and he fell over on his back.
In normal development, Gianna should take advantage of the situation and cling to her or something.
Jaina did indeed do this and fell over the table, but she was shocked to find that there was Onyxia between her and McDonald.
quiet!
Dead silence!
Deathly silence!
"Well, I just dropped a piece of ink pad for sealing, and Oni got under the table and picked it up for me." McDonald said bravely.
"Uh huh." The neatly dressed Black Dragon Princess blushed, covered her mouth, lowered her eyebrows, and did not dare to say a word.
"..." Jaina's facial muscles seemed to be petrified in an instant, but in the next moment, the stiff lines on her face softened: "If you had told me earlier, I could pick it up for you."
As she spoke, she pushed down Onyxia's little head with one hand.
this……
Gianna played so straight that it made McDonald's scalp numb.
Damn it, Tyrande and Jaina have been on the offensive more and more fiercely recently.
McDonald wanted to say: It's too difficult for me.
So, [Gentleman] (please refer to the color scheme of the p station) McDonald, with a righteous look on his face, lifted up Jaina, pushed her back to the opposite side of the desk, and then pushed Onyxia back under the desk, returning to her previous state.
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He took out his pen and scribbled down the plan for the restoration of Kul Tiras:
One, ensure that we launch an attack as soon as possible after finding a safe sea passage to Kul Tiras.
Second, provide one thousand free ships to transfer Kul Tiran refugees to Howling Fjord.
Third, provide all refugees with the houses they need, food for the first three years, seeds for farming, and necessary fishing boats.
Fourth, recruit 50,000 Kul Tirans into the Stratholme fleet, and the treatment will be similar to that of the regular army.
…
There are a total of eighteen preferential measures. The money, manpower and material resources required for these are not enough to cover the annual tax revenue of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
This assistance was absolutely amazing, it was a huge loss, but Jaina was still a little bit sad.
What her big, watery eyes were saying at this moment was roughly: Would you rather spend so much money on me than give me a chance?
Translated into the painting style of the Earthly Dynasty, that is: Facing the pursuit of the little Phoenix in the ravine, the rich man took out 30 million soft girl coins and said, "Don't pester me, this is yours."
This... Jaina has no place to reason.
In the end, Jaina left in frustration.
From the window sill of the study, McDonald watched her departing figure disappear at the end of the horizon, turning to the southwest, which was the direction of Kul Tiras.
"Oni, don't stop."
"Um."
Macdonken's gaze seemed to transcend space and fall on the big island in the sea shrouded by the power of the ancient gods. He seemed to be able to feel N'Zoth's sight, feel the ambition of the tribe, and feel the provocation of fate.
McDonald suddenly laughed excitedly: "Interesting! So interesting! Perhaps, it is this accident that makes my journey more meaningful. Come on! Whether it's N'zoth or Thrall, if you can, let it go.
