Tyrande's severance of personal relations with Malfurion was considered little more than gossip in the Alliance.
Except for a few pure-blooded ones like King Wa, the majority of the nobility are the big boys. As long as the Stratholme Empire and the night elves are not in a marriage, it doesn't count.
The focus of the alliance's top brass is still on N'Zoth.
Now it is basically confirmed that the ruins of Ny'alotha have openings in Uldum and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Unfortunately, the entrance to this dark empire is not fixed. After entering, under the obstruction of N'zoth's power, the sand sculpture
The player's exploration is also quite unsatisfactory.
There are many cracks in the branch space. In many places, there are not only a large number of phantom traps, but also long and smelly foot wraps like those worn by women in the Qing Dynasty.
When the deployment of troops was basically completed, McDonald found that he had nothing major to do.
In terms of farming, there are a lot of tool people watching.
As for the research and development and mass production of Gundam and other mechas, there is no rush. If the production methods and processes cannot be changed, the limit of the speed of production capacity expansion is there. Even if you want to find more people to do it, you still need to have
It takes so many magic craftsmen.
With nothing to do, McDonald returned to the royal study room in Stratholme Palace and stretched his feet under the desk.
The emperor's desk must be big enough, seven meters long and three meters wide.
Last month, a human noble who was brainwashed by N'zoth attempted to assassinate the emperor. Who knew that a five-man heroic team suddenly jumped out from under the table and beat the assassin until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
So, you never know what mechanism is under the emperor's desk.
Well, even the emperor himself didn't know.
This time is no exception. As soon as you extend your feet, the vertical grip maintenance program will automatically start.
Macdonald pretended to review the memorial. After a few strokes, he broke his pen with a "click" and sweat dripped from his forehead.
A certain Black Dragon Queen complained softly from under the table: "Stupid! How many times have I told you, this! No! It is! Chicken legs!"
"I forgot for a moment..." This is a cry similar to that of a small animal.
"Oh my god! You deserve to be reduced to mount number three."
"If you don't forgive me, I will do it well this time."
At this moment, McDonald felt that his exclusive artifact was not the Wind Sword, but Kadjia's [Atieshi]. As long as that thing was left alone, three translucent crow souls would run away every 20 seconds.
It came out and circled around the master's head, roaring in crow language, "Fool! Fool! Fool!"
The Maigo thief almost collapsed on the spot.
Alas! This mount just lacks education!
The angry McDonald physically overturned the table and viciously taught Teresa, this stupid dragon, what the rules were.
At first, the stupid dragon was still moving wildly, but McDonald put his hand on the back of the dragon's neck and immediately calmed down.
After struggling for a long time, McDonald ran out of the study speechless and walked around the imperial city.
Coincidentally, on the top floor of a turret, McDonald saw Ysera in human form, sunbathing on a beach bed.
"What a coincidence." McDonald laughed.
Ysela is like a fried fish, turned over, it is very eye-catching.
Ysera smiled: "Most dragons actually don't understand people's hearts. Dragons like Onyxia, who specialize in studying human weaknesses, are definitely exceptions."
McDang felt extremely speechless: "You... know?"
"I smell dragon's blood."
"..."
Ysera waved her hand: "It's okay, I don't mind such small things."
"..."
Seemingly realizing that McDonald didn't want to continue talking about this kind of thing, Ysera smiled softly and changed the topic: "I have lost almost all my special powers. You should know what will happen to the planetary protection array?"
McDonald bared his teeth: "You mean, the Burning Legion will come?"
"High probability. Those demons will not let go of such an opportunity."
"Didn't the Dragon King make up for it?"
Ysera smiled bitterly: "I casually visited your human school yesterday and occasionally heard a sentence that fits the current situation [You are the worst class of students I have ever taught]."
McDonald's forehead.
How come you can feel the cultural output of sand sculpture players to the world wherever you go?
After Ysera explained it for a moment, McDonald immediately understood.
[Dragon King] has never been a simple title, it also represents absolute strength, which is divided into two parts: the Dragon King's own combat power, and the special abilities given by Titan back then.
The absolute strength of Kalecgos and Onyxia is far inferior to that of their predecessors. The key is that Kalecgos has not mastered the secret of magic, and the Black Dragon Princess does not have her father's power of the earth.
Now that the Bronze Dragon King is missing, Ysera has completely lost the power of dreams. In fact, the only pillar of the planet's protective circle is Alexstrasza.
Ysera raised three fingers: "30%! No more! This is the current situation of the protective circle that protects Azeroth."
"Alas!" McDonald sighed. In the end, even if Ysera was saved, from the overall perspective, it was almost as if she was not saved.
"McDonald's, you don't have to be discouraged. After all, this is much better than the same period in history."
Thumb thump thump!
McDonald's heart was pounding like a drum.
He narrowed his eyes: "Do you also have the power of the Bronze Dragon King?"
"Of course not!" Ysera brushed her long emerald green hair, which seemed so inconsistent in reality, "How could I possibly dabble in the power of time and space? But as Nozdormu's sister, I
It is a privilege. I can ask him questions that concern me, and then Nozdormu can give me hints tacitly without involving issues of principle."
Damn it! There is such a cool operation!?
McDonald's eyes widened.
Ysera chuckled, "It turns out that when the dragon smiles, the sound can also be very nice."
"The power of the Titans dominates the souls of our guardian dragons, making every thought and action of ours revolve around [responsibility]. However, repeated work for more than ten thousand years is like an inescapable cycle. In fact, it is really...
Boring. If there are no accidents, our life will be like a history book that is turned over and over again. It starts at a fixed point in time and ends boringly at a certain point in time. Finally, it is meaningless to turn to the first page of the book.
Page, start over, repeat.”
McDonald curled his lips.
He had to admit that Ysera was right.
The first few versions of the story of the world of Azeroth are undoubtedly stunning. But after [The Lich King], the 'screenwriter' of history can no longer come up with any amazing stories, nor can it create any more amazing stories.
A villain with unique charm comparable to the Lich King has emerged.
This feeling is like reading a Qidian novel. The first one was written by a platinum master, and then a high-quality writer was immediately used as a substitute. Later, I lost my face and directly changed to a coder who earns one thousand words per thousand words as the shooter.
There are all kinds of inconsistencies and anticlimactic results. Even McDonald, as a person who experienced it, felt a twinge of pain in his liver.
At this point, Ysera suddenly poked McDonald's chest: "But a disruptor who does not belong to this world can have the opportunity to break this cycle of fate and lead the world to a new ending!"
