He was just a good old man with a wide network of friends. He begged his grandfather and grandma to pull out a huge group army and confront the enemy head-on.
McDonald was willing to use his troops and seemed to be in good hands.
Anyone who has fought with him knows that whoever believes that this shota who has just expired in theory is pure will be in trouble.
As the saying goes, all pink hair is black when cut!
McDonald, a good young man who had been influenced by Mao Zedong, used a combination of punches to beat the orc into confusion.
The orcs sent envoys over, and the bad guys took the murderous action. Of course, this was with McDonald's approval.
By the way, there is a traitor among you orcs, who has crippled your hometown. Clean up your own territory! Why come to Azeroth to occupy human territory?
Don't pretend to be pitiful for those who start massacres and engage in genocide, only to be defeated and enslaved afterwards.
When playing games, it doesn't matter if there are players who clean up the tribe. Since time travel, the butt determines the head, so McDonald's naturally firmly sides with humans.
Anyway, I, McDonald, will run away after defeating the Dark Portal in World War II, so I won’t leave you with a way out in the world. Don’t blame me for not talking about Wudeha!
As early as the spy reported that Grom had left the Westfall, McDonald's had estimated the dynamics of the orc army.
On July 1st, almost at the same time that the orcs were holding a chiefs meeting, the West Wild Coast ushered in a 'guerrilla group'.
As a young man who was born and raised in the Western Wilderness, Grian Stallman loved this land deeply. He was heartbroken when he saw that the former granary of the Kingdom of Stormwind was deserted due to the wanton plunder of the orcs.
Following the orders of the Regent Lothar and the Duke of Stratholme, he brought more than 3,000 Western Wilderness volunteers and a large amount of equipment, adhered to the tactics instigated by someone, and prospered in this land.
At four o'clock in the morning that day, he had led nearly a thousand subordinates to wait near the Gold Coast Mine just west of the Western Wilderness. This mine faced the sea, and there were fishmen who followed human instructions around. Not even an orc was willing to come.
Over here.
If you go too close to the sea, the orcs will be attacked by the fishmen.
Too close to the mine, that narrow mine with twists and turns? It can trap orcs to death.
After all, on the first day of guarding the mine, Grian followed Mai's suggestion and blocked half of the mine entrance with cement? Only a one-and-a-half meter high entrance was left? Humans had to bend down to get in? Orc warriors couldn't.
After thinking about it, I came in and delivered it.
It’s not like the orcs haven’t tried digging holes from other places, but what about the mining technology of the orcs at this time? It’s really not that good. What about digging holes? It’s really difficult for this nomadic race.
"Are you here?" Grian suddenly saw something.
A dark cloud was blown away by the wind. Under the moonlight, a city that never sleeps seemed to appear out of thin air in the distance? Thousands of lights lit up the darkness.
The subordinate asked Grian: "This? Sir? This is what you call guerrillas?"
Grian's eyebrows jumped wildly? He didn't even know what to say.
A thousand sails!
Could it be that all the fleets of Kul Tiras have arrived!?
He really guessed right.
Fleets 1, 2, and 4 are all here? There is also a new transport fleet!
"Wait! This ship? Isn't it about to dock?" Seeing the giant ship getting closer and closer to the coastline, Grian was stunned on the spot. Although there was a concave cliff on the seaside, it had already moved up.
fire as a signal to respond. He really never thought that the Kul Tirans would use the largest cargo ship to dock.
Isn't this Storm Harbor? This side of the Western Wilderness? There is no place that can be used as a deep-water port. Most of the coastline is covered with rugged rocks and extremely gentle beaches.
The last time he came back, he used a small sampan that could carry at most ten people to smuggle people and supplies ashore one by one.
Just looking at it makes me feel tortured.
If such a big ship comes close, won't it run aground on the rocks?
After a brief daze, Grian ran past the fire like crazy, picked up two lit logs and waved them around desperately.
"Stop! Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder!" He also understood that the people on the boat probably couldn't hear it, but he couldn't control himself.
On the big ship, Fenna*Jinjian was also numb: "Still... still want to keep moving forward!?"
She looked at McDonald and the Master next to him with great suspicion.
Of course, McDonald understood the panic of a sailing master like her, and turned around: "Master, what do you think?"
Crassus had veins popping out on his forehead.
Is there anyone like you who can summon people, uh, dragons!?
"Call me Crassus!"
"Understood! Zhenjun! Okay! Zhenjun!" Mr. Mai said deliberately.
For some reason, seeing the hard work of licking the dragon, he wanted to bully Krasus.
A majestic old dragon who is thousands of years old can actually be so unlucky. Krasus was angry and his eyes widened: Isn't this just because you refused your request for my Luo Ning to work for you? Are you using your Majesty the Queen to suppress me?
McDonald stared back at Li Long: You can do it! You can do it!
"Huh!" Crassus stood on the bow of the ship and raised his hand, causing the entire night sky to shake.
The coolness of the late night in summer was suddenly exhausted, and within one square kilometer, one could clearly feel the cold breath gathering towards this direction.
Crassus could not see how he recited the incantation, but there was a clear low sound, "Dong dong dong!" A white dragon claw suddenly appeared in the air more than ten meters above the sea.
It just waved!
Five thick ice prisms suddenly appeared!
The terrifying frost element instantly froze the sea water, forcibly creating five ice piers at right angles to the coast.
Each pier is more than ten meters wide, condensing from the sea surface to the bottom of the sea.
This scene stunned everyone on the boat and on the shore.
Bolvar finally understood why Macdonald had been teasing Krasus, the Kirin Tor councilor, as the "True King Who Walks on Ice and Crosses the Sea" every day these past few days.
Sure enough, the real great mage just does whatever he wants.
"Pay attention." McDonald casually told Vereesa.
A happy blush appeared on the female elf's face: "Yeah."
The ranger troops who were transferred here and there were not dissatisfied. They waited for the ship to dock on the ice dock and immediately jumped off the ship.
They had prepared shoes with ice spikes in advance, allowing them to look at the mountains as if they were galloping on the sea. In a few seconds, they crossed more than a hundred meters of ice and rushed to the front of Grian's newly formed Western Wilderness guerrillas.
"By the order of Alliance Commander-in-Chief Anduin Lothar, we are setting up defenses near this place." The leading female elf threw a parchment roll towards Gerian, without looking back, and ran away with her men like the wind.
Grian and his people were dumbfounded.
"Sir, was that the high elf ranger from Quel'Thalas just now?"
"Um."
On the ship, a large number of engineers began to disembark, and they quickly laid a large amount of straw on the ice dock to unload the cargo behind.
Immediately, the first ray of morning light between heaven and earth shone on the coast of the Western Wilderness, and the tenth...fiftieth Ice Pier appeared out of thin air.
At six o'clock in the morning, Grian finally waited for Duke Fordagon and Duke Stratholme, whom he had longed for.
The group arrived at the temporary command post at the Gold Coast Mine. McDonald spread out the drawings: "I will build the most stable rear area in the western wilderness within a month."
When Bolvar saw it, he felt a little uncomfortable - you, the Duke of Lordaeron, are holding a map of the western wilderness that is more detailed than ours in Stormwind City?
Probably, this feeling is when you say to Zhou Gongjin, I, Xiao Qiao, am a thief.
Ahem, please don’t get me wrong, I’m referring to Xiao Qiao in “The King of Pesticide”!
