Onyxia, who was sitting at the bottom of the table, turned sideways. She had been unable to sit firmly recently. As soon as she sat down, she felt a sharp pain.
However, the Black Dragon Princess is feeling both pain and happiness.
It's one thing for her to become a weird arrogant and trembling pussy, but on the other hand, she finally knows why McDonald's has been venting his anger on her a lot lately.
As an incompetent guardian of the earth, she somehow sensed the strange movements in Deep Rock Continent.
Looking at McDonald's performance now, if she still doesn't know that it was her father who did it, then she is not called the Black Dragon Princess in vain.
She was secretly happy thinking that her father might get together with the Malygoss one day.
"Oni, what's wrong?"
"Uh, no, I suddenly remembered, if my evil father's dragon head is also hung in Stratholme, where should it be hung?"
As soon as this was said, everyone was embarrassed.
This is truly a filial daughter.
Thinking about Arthas's righteous intention to exterminate his relatives, having one more Onyxia is not unacceptable.
That is to say, the second idiot who still refuses to separate the family and continues to rely on McDonald's side dares to take up this topic: "Uh, isn't there enough space at the main entrance to Stratholme?"
"It's too big! You have to hang it on the mountain behind." McDonald replied casually, and those who were interested immediately tasted something different.
Normally, the size of the Nesario faucet is definitely enough to hang on the main entrance.
If McDonald's says it's not enough, does that mean that McDonald's actually knows a lot about Neltharion's current situation?
Doesn't this mean that Deathwing is doomed?
Thinking of this, Onyxia's charming eyes became even more tender: She clearly said, ravage me! Master, don't begrudge me just because I am a little female dragon...
McDonald was embarrassed for a moment and pretended not to see it.
Hey! It’s still broad daylight!
On the other hand, the bosses at the Throne Conference finally realized that a certain Maomai had acted out of character and had done so many things before. Countless leaders were heartbroken and hated themselves for not trusting McDonald to the end and making thorough disaster prevention preparations.
What happened just now was a major disaster in which the heaven and earth collapsed, and the accompanying climate anomalies were simply countless.
Alpine basins are irrigated by large rivers, prairie fires break out in spring and April just like summer, and all kinds of off-season outrageous events occur one after another.
The staff officers from various countries were so frightened that they wet their pants. They had been crazy about taking the opportunity to attack the tribe. Fortunately, the higher-ups did not adopt it. Otherwise, there would only be the following routes to attack the tribe: kill from Thunder Bluff to Desolation, attack Feralas from Thousand Needles,
Fight your way into Silithus from the crater.
It's better now. Several land routes have been cut off, especially Thousand Needles and Shining Plains. Now the land routes have been replaced by sea and land routes, which is ridiculous.
It is completely unimaginable that if the army entrenched itself in the Shining Plains, how many thousands of people would be drowned and how much heavy equipment would be lost.
Once something goes wrong, it is impossible for the leader of the alliance to take the blame. How can the common people be angry if eight hundred staff officers are not involved in the incident?
Now it can't even be said that they were caught off guard. After all, the heads of state received explicit hints from the alliance leaders in advance, and various disaster relief resources were prepared in advance.
A lot of food has also been stored. Think about the past winter. In order to store food, the Stratholme Empire even issued a ban on such a big event as the founding emperor's accession to the throne. Only a few designated wineries were allowed to make wine. They were so stingy that they only used less than three days.
Thousands of tons of grain are used to make wine. You can imagine how cautious you are.
Looking back now, everything was worth it.
The Stratholme Empire's local grain harvest is enough to feed the people for three years. This does not include other enclaves.
The Borean Tundra was reclaimed relatively early, and Rivendell took over a territory model that was about 70% built. After all, the railways, fortresses and castles were all ready-made. Long before killing 'Tai Ru n Na Si', McDonald
Ken ordered the engineering regiment to use tractors to open up wasteland in the southern part of the Borean Tundra.
The relatively cold weather means that the land here is cultivated only once a year, which can cooperate with the offshore fishing industry that has been developed for a long time. Even if the recruitment of immigrants has just begun, there will definitely be plenty of food here.
As soon as something happened, he asked McDonald if he needed food support from his side.
"Ai Qing, I'm interested. I'll save some of the food here to feed 10 million people for four years. If you have surplus food, hoard it first. Who will need it when you see it?"
"Yes..." Rivendell finally understood the hamster characteristics of his boss.
There are too many grain-producing areas in the Stratholme Empire. The traditional territory of Andorhal will not be affected. At least the national food is guaranteed. In addition, in recent years, a lot of natural disaster corrosion in Tirisfal Glades and Hillsbrad Hills has been cleaned up.
, the grain production has been restored by 20%. It’s really not that stressful.
Times have changed. Nowadays, with the vigorous promotion of diesel engine fishing boats, the catch can reach 200,000 tons a year.
This has greatly enriched the national dining table and stabilized the food supply.
What canned sardines is absolutely routine.
A large amount of canned food that can be stored at room temperature for three years is McDonald's greatest confidence in coping with the catastrophe.
Moreover, you can't blow up every piece of my territory with your catastrophe, right?
If they all explode, then it’s not a catastrophe, but the destruction of the planet!
McDonald thought for a while and told Barcellas: "The city gate has been a bit empty recently. Give me a hundred profiteers who are driving up prices. If there are nobles involved, get me a shrunken map and go there.
It is said that the previous survey team drew the wrong boundaries on the map."
So cruel! Just cut off the fiefdom!
Barcelas swallowed: "This..."
"Sir Benzema who drew the map will be responsible for this!"
Wait? The one who takes the blame is called Benzema?
Barcellas didn't dare to ask.
Who dares to cause trouble at this time, I am afraid that the noble is definitely a "please take a seat" in the stormtroopers.
The devastation of the cataclysm is still continuing.
After all, the world does not evolve completely according to historical lines.
McDonald quickly received a lot of bad news: a landslide in the eastern part of the Alterac Mountains buried the railway from Andorhal to Southsea City; Gilneas collapsed forty square kilometers in the west into the sea; a massive earthquake in the Redridge Mountains of the Kingdom of Stormwind
, and then the railway embankment leading to the Cursed Land collapsed and so on.
The entire alliance is in chaos.
Even though the Alliance was prepared, it was so hard, let alone the unprepared Horde.
The new Warchief Garrosh was dumbfounded.
If there hadn't been such a thing as the Cataclysm, Thrall would have been blamed for this. But as soon as he came to power, he gave him the whole "Wrath of Heaven" version, which completely made him unable to deal with it.
"Warchief, the gate of New Orgrimmar has collapsed!"
"Warchief, the landslide in the southern part of Feralas has destroyed the Warsong clan's hunting ground."
"Warchief, there is a lake in the landslide in the north of New Orgrimmar."
If the wasteland of Silithus rots, it will rot. Originally, the orcs would catch Qiraji worms there to eat. As long as there are still big worms to eat, what if the ground cracks?
This is not the case in Feralas. This is at least the nominal main city of the orcs, the center of power of the tribe. Suddenly there are so many troubles, and the orcs themselves are superstitious. It would be strange for them not to murmur in their hearts.
