One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones.
Azeroth is a terrible place, with evil gods, titans, and demons. How can there be so many peaceful rises?
Jaina herself brought the Kul Tirans to seek revenge, so there was definitely no pretense.
She watched with satisfaction as Stratholme's engineers turned the entire swamp into a sandbag square for tanks, and then worked overtime day and night to build docks, level the land for sea and air cargo ships to dock, and unload large amounts of equipment.
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The initial landing went smoothly, and Jaina led the army to quickly gain a foothold. Within seven days, they built the prototype of a fortress and captured three outlying islands northeast of Nazdal.
Soon she was exhausted.
"What the hell is this?"
On the island of Zandalar, not to mention the man-eating dinosaurs that can jump out of the tall grass at any time, there are an absurd amount of evil things.
There are fanatical trolls who believe in evil gods and do not listen to the orders of King Rastakhan, there are ghosts, all kinds of weird curses, and strange blood sacrifice scenes.
Just looking at it can cause all-round discomfort to Alliance soldiers, from physical to psychological.
Every day, there were at least five matters related to the curse that she had to deal with personally. Each of the cursed guys was more powerful than the last, and if one of them suddenly farted, Jaina would not know what expression to use to face them when she turned around.
Forget about the vassals under Lao Mo, the biggest problem was that Bain, the next tauren chief, was cursed.
How can a curse be so easily lifted?
Not to mention it belongs to Loa.
The curses of those guys are like a knotted rope with N layers of knots. You can't just chop the rope into pieces and put it back together again. You have to dismantle it layer by layer.
Several times it was Aegwynn who took action himself.
At this point, Gianna is completely sure that this is by no means a so-called easy trip to gain merit, and McDonald is really taking the right medicine.
Yes, she, Gianna, is that 'good medicine'!
Jaina was so angry that she quickly called the 'alliance leader's hotline' to ask for help!
Who would have thought that the Dog Emperor would reply with just one word: "Busy!"
It’s really a rush that will kill you if you type one more word!
Take a step back and the sky is brighter... what a fart!
The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She did something extraordinary: the magic mirror video does not necessarily require the other party to pick it up before it can be opened. If you know the space mark of the other party's mirror image, you can still call it and force the connection to the screen.
As soon as the fight passed, Jaina felt in a daze that she saw something terrible - the moment the dog emperor revealed the incident, he pushed something green under the desk.
He moved so fast that Jaina couldn't see clearly.
"McDonald's, I..."
"I told you I was busy!" The Dog Emperor cut off the video angrily.
"Click!" Looking at the dark magic mirror, Jaina looked like a child who had done something wrong, confused and aggrieved. She turned to look at Aegwynn, who was holding her forehead: "What did I do wrong?"
Aegwin was speechless: "Slow down the offensive for a while, then go back and get McDonald's understanding before attacking. Otherwise something will happen."
"good!"
the other side.
Tyrande crawled out from under the table and was choked to tears: "Cough cough cough!"
McDonald could do nothing but pat the high priest's back gently: "You're not dead, are you?"
Tyrande's eyes widened, she rolled her eyes at McDonald, curled her lips, and finally said nothing.
If someone else dared to do this, Tyrande might transform into the Moon Night God of War on the spot and beat him until there was not even a single intact bone left in his body.
But this was a great benefactor who saved her thousands of years ago and helped the night elves ten thousand years later. He was a great benefactor to the entire clan.
A few years ago, Tyrande was somewhat hesitant about being directed by Elune to get closer to Macdonken, but now she is more relaxed.
She is not a loser. In a time of crisis, the pressure to support a country and a race is unimaginable.
Apart from her adopted daughter Shandis, she didn't have any decent helpers around her.
Elune abandoned the night elves, so she naturally wanted to find a way out for herself and her people.
With McDonald's in the bag, at least you don't have to worry about genocide.
For more than ten days in a row, Tyrande stayed at McDonald's when he had free time, watching the battle reports from Draenor and Zandalar Island.
As expected, the war in Draenor went smoothly. Despicable Howl did not organize counterattacks, but every time they were repelled by Arthas and Rivendell who fought steadily.
Every struggle of Despicable Roar is like tightening the noose around his neck.
As the battle losses on the frontal battlefield intensified, and Thrall in the rear was frantically poaching people, the entire Iron Horde was in a state of heavy blood loss.
On the other hand, the Northwestern Army led by Danaus Trollbane landed in Vol'ton, progressing much faster than Jaina. After all, this poor place in Vol'ton is very desolate. Everything you can see is a desert of yellow sand, and there are only a few oases.
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After successfully killing the giant beast [Krowlock the Killer Eater], the alliance along the way has stopped advancing. The main reason is that the desert area is hampering logistics.
Even if there weren't a large number of poisonous scorpions and running trolls, this desert with a diameter of nearly a hundred kilometers would eat people.
High temperature, lack of water, lack of food, and lack of fuel can completely wipe out an army.
On the other hand, Jaina's side seems to be advancing very slowly and playing extremely steadily.
Finally, three weeks after the war began, McDonald's received news that King Rastakhan had sent reinforcements to Wo'dun.
"Good guy! Two hundred thousand cavalry, and a large number of pterodactyl knights. This is a big investment!" McDonald curled his lips.
Next to her, Tyrande, who was wearing a mooncloth lace suit, came closer and said, "Are you going to send out troops to surround and annihilate this supporting army?"
"Just let Jaina go over in the airship."
"What about us?"
"Of course we will attack Dazar'alor, the home of the Zandalari trolls, head-on. Kill the princess! Capture the king!"
"Wait! Did you make something wrong?" Tyrande laughed, eyes flashing.
"That's right! Rastakhan is nothing, his daughter is the real threat!" McDonald showed his fierce look.
"Pfft! I thought you were an out-and-out 'alien control' as the Trident soldiers said?"
"No, I'm just a wizard!" Someone admitted simply.
Soon, a super-modified battle in Dazar'alor will begin.
Over there, Jaina, who had received the order to rush to rescue Danath with Liadrin, took the time to take a look at the night elf landing force, and she was jealous on the spot.
"The promised bowl of water is flat!?"
After McDonald's main fleet destroyed the last remaining batch of "magic missile cruisers" of the Golden Fleet, hundreds of thousands of troops landed grandly.
The leader was the mountain giant who rushed to the beach from a large amphibious landing ship.
To be honest, everyone has seen ordinary mountain giants before.
I have never seen a demon changed like this before.
This giant stone man weighing one hundred tons carries a standard Gundam kite-shaped shield in each hand. The entire shield is made of [Nickel Copper Ore] produced in Kul Tiras. The net weight of the two 20cm thick shields is approximately
5 tons.
There is a 20mm anti-aircraft cannon on the left and right shoulders, and an 88mm [anti-everything cannon] on the top of the head. This is not over yet, there is also a set of M3 [organ rocket launchers] hung on the back!
