Trolls once controlled the entire Ai Xing, and this is not without reason.
A half-grown troll boy can tear an adult human alive with his three thick fingers without using any weapons.
Without the help of formations and weapons, ordinary humans in the feudal era would not be able to compete with trolls.
The blood feud accumulated over thousands of years has made it impossible for the trolls to reconcile with all the major races in the alliance, and it has even reached the point of "If you can lead us to kill the trolls, you will be the best boss."
McDonald was not idle, and directly offered rewards, such as how much money he would pay for a troll head. As a result, half of the heads were taken away by sandbox players, and the rest were the snipers trained by the alliance themselves, and the elven marksmen.
In the Ebon Fortress headquarters, everyone was surprised to see McDonald sitting on the seat to the right of Commander Tyrande, seemingly bored.
According to MacDonald, "I'm just here to control the situation, and this time the commander is Sir Whisperwind." He really gave Tyrande a lot of face.
Hi! I put people down every day. What’s the problem when I occasionally put people on top?
No one had any objections, it was just that Gianna was secretly sulking.
It's useless to be angry, a skinny camel is bigger than a seal.
Even if the night elves kneel down several times, they still have a population of millions, and all the people are soldiers.
Can you have 50,000 soldiers in Kul Tiras?
The worst thing is that the characteristics and positioning of the original maritime power completely overlapped with the strengths of the Stratholme Empire. Jaina asked McDonald to give in, that is, to let McDonald cut off his flesh and share it with Kul Tiras.
It's okay to pretend, and it's okay to output some shipbuilding skills. If you want to give up [Ship Girl], the ultimate secret of the Mai family, don't even think about it.
Jaina could go back and cry. At this moment, she could only act like a tea girl.
Tyrande was very powerful as the leader of a great clan. He pressed the edge of the military sand table with both hands at the beginning and said in a sonorous tone: "Although the crusade against the Zandalari trolls went smoothly this time, we must not forget.
The opponent is a long-established race that has been entrenched in Azeroth for more than 10,000 years. In Dazar'alor, in addition to powerful men like the Archlich Anastrian and the Blood Elf Archmage Rommath, there are also a number of people of the wilderness.
Gods. In the mouths of trolls, they are called Loa gods."
Tyrande pointed to the high mountain next to Dazar'alor: "Especially here! Here, there is the lair of Paku, the god of Loa [Lord of the Wind]."
Tyrande made a gesture, and Shandris immediately stepped forward and added: "Pterodactyl, as a subspecies of the Archosaur, was also one of the rulers of the sky in ancient times. Pa'ku is the elder among the pterodactyl clan who gained divine power.
Along with the history of Zandalari troll civilization, Pakku, as the penultimate test of the Zandalari Emperor's ascension to the throne, can also prove this point. The chief of the Loa Priesthood, in the Zandalari Empire, was
Paku’s followers are responsible.”
Tyrande looked at McDonald: "Paku will be a strong uncertainty for our air force. I wonder if the leader of the alliance can solve it in advance?"
McDonald pretended to think deeply: "Here, let me brush some rockets for Paku-chan."
All the big guys:???
Paku...chan?
For some reason, the sand sculpture players who watched this scene through the live broadcast felt a bit like déjà vu...
There was a rumble from the front of the Black Blade Fortress.
Layers upon layers, hundreds of half-meter-thick round metal lids were opened one after another, revealing deep black holes that could accommodate an adult.
"Uuuuuu——"
As McDonald's snapped his fingers, orders were issued one after another. Five seconds later, all the cave entrances trembled in unison - the next moment, whether it was the trolls nestling inside Dazar'alor like trapped beasts, or the trolls surrounding it outside
Almost all the Alliance soldiers on the third and third floors saw large pipes dragging long tail flames straight into the sky.
It felt like a large silver cloud flew into the sky, turning the sky into a sheet of snowy silver. Then the cloud stopped at the highest point and smashed into Dazar'alo.
"Human rocket!"
Accompanied by a scream from an unknown troll in the city, the rockets hit the mountain next to Dazar'alor with a harsh whistling sound.
Talanji happened to see this scene with his heart in his throat: "Pakku..."
She looked at Zujin beside her, hoping to hear Zujin say that Paku would be fine.
Zu Jin pursed his lips and refused to express any opinions.
M3 rockets are actually useless against bosses.
In front of a truly powerful person, a cannonball with a speed of several hundred meters per second is just a flying prop that flies faster. An explosion with astonishing lethality is just a reaction of the fire element.
Therefore, when the pterodactyl god Paku roared angrily, jumped into the air, flapped his huge wings, set off strong winds, and sent the dense rain of M3 rockets into pieces, McDonald, who was watching the battle in the fortress,
There was almost no expression on Ken's face. He was waiting for the subsequent effects, which he would see soon.
Many rockets were exploded in the air, but quite a few of them fell to the cliff before detonating.
“Bang bang bang!”
Not to mention that Paku's lair is located on the top of a mountain with dense vegetation. With so many gunpowder and fire elemental explosives, even a bare barren mountain can be burned into purgatory on the spot.
In summer, Dazar'alo has sufficient water. The water in the trees evaporates and immediately forms billowing smoke. The fire quickly spreads to all the pterodactyl nests on the entire mountain, causing the pterodactyl descendants in Paku to scream in fright.
Fly up.
"Roar!" Paku roared, trying to control its descendants.
At this time, there was a dense banging sound in the distant sky.
That was the Ebon Blade Fortress's anti-aircraft artillery cluster firing.
How amazing is the power of thousands of anti-aircraft guns?
Machine cannonballs thicker than an adult human thumb poured down like a sudden heavy rain, almost instantly shooting all the pterodactyls that had just taken off into the air.
Even the luckiest pterodactyl would inevitably be hit by more than a dozen bullets, and its body would be beaten to pieces and fall down on the spot.
Paku screamed angrily.
"No -" Princess Talanji in the city below let out a desperate cry. She knew that Pakku had been completely angered.
The Loa gods are said to be comparable to the gods of the wilderness, but in the final analysis they are just a group of wiser and more powerful animal spirits.
How could Paku endure being so stimulated?
It flapped its wings violently, leading a group of pterodactyl descendants flying up from the mountain behind, and rushed desperately toward the huge diamond-shaped flying fortress in the distance.
The seduction was so smooth that even Tyrande, who was sitting in the command seat watching the battle, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Only McDonald calmly crossed his legs, stretched out his right hand, and elegantly took the champagne glass handed over by Solanlian.
