After checking her eyes, she is the woman I can’t hold on to!
Without the pain of dislocation, McDonald collapsed on the camp bed like a dead dog.
This time it was Liadrin's turn to be embarrassed. She, a professional wet nurse, couldn't handle Macdonald's dislocation, but it was Yeluzi's rangers who did it. It was really embarrassing.
"By the way, Ms. Liadrin, how long do you want to sit down?" Vereesa was slightly dissatisfied.
"Ah! Sorry!" The female pastor stood up immediately.
This time, it was McDonald's turn to be a little disappointed.
Ahem!
That’s too far!
If possible, McDonald would definitely want to pretend to be sick and not attend any military meetings.
At present, there is a powerful enemy, and he, the savior of the alliance, must be present.
In order to prevent dislocation from happening again, Vereesa thoughtfully put a splint on his right leg.
Lothar and other guys were also happy to see the invincible Mai War God occasionally deflated.
"I thought you were the invincible God of War?" Lothar rarely teased McDonald.
"It's dirt!" McDonald's head was full of black lines.
Seeing McDonald coming in on crutches, all the big guys felt funny.
Of course, McDonald's is always surrounded by a group of beautiful elves whenever he comes out. He is the most handsome guy in the show wherever he goes.
Toolman Turalyon continued to introduce the situation: "Now the main force of the orcs is intact. They just withdrew about 70 miles east and re-established their camp near the East Valley logging camp. But this time, we have no mines to use. That kind of
The war weapon named [Steel Star] is still a hurdle we cannot get around."
Lothar pressed his hands on the edge of the military president's table covered with maps, like a lion standing on a boulder: "If you have any ideas, you might as well put them forward! But I want to remind everyone that the enemy has changed, and it is no longer that
A barbaric race that is ignorant and only knows how to act recklessly. The enemy's new weapons have a very high technological content."
Brian Bronzebeard first raised his short hand: "The enemy has seven [Steel Stars] trapped in the pit. If they are taken out, we can study them with the dwarf craftsmen, and maybe we can find a way to crack them."
road."
Lothar asked: "How long will it take?"
"It's hard to say."
"Then...please do it as soon as possible." Of course Lothar knew that technological progress cannot be rushed.
The next topic became how to coordinate. As the leader of the alliance's Beggar Gang, Lothar had to take the opportunity to propose repairing Stormwind City as an advance base.
This is not only for the Kingdom of Stormwind, but also for the Alliance.
After all, the orcs' "yo-yo" is coming, and ordinary camps cannot withstand it.
Unfortunately, most big guys are not interested in this. The money needed to repair Stormwind City starts at half a million gold coins. Even a certain tycoon would not dare to give this money blatantly.
Lao Taizi: Our Tirisfal Glades has been burned to ashes by the orcs. Why don’t you give me some small money to support me first?
After wrangling for a long time, the Kingdom of Stormwind was allowed to borrow a large amount of food on credit, so that the Kingdom of Stormwind could provide relief through work, mobilize the rescued refugees to clean up the almost filled-up Valley of the Kings, and clear a main road from Stormwind Port to the city gate.
, to facilitate the transportation of supplies.
As for the orc camp in Goldsmith Town, they sent 10,000 forward troops there and burned the orc camp to prevent the orcs from coming over again.
The situation suddenly reached a deadlock.
After the military meeting, Danaus Trollbane found Lothar privately.
Lothar was an upright man. Looking at Danas' face, he was filled with guilt: "I'm sorry about what happened today, Lord Trollbane."
Danas' mouth squirmed for a long time, and finally he said: "Is this all for victory?"
"Yes!"
Danas smiled bitterly, nodded to Lothar, turned around and left.
"Wait, if possible, I will help you contact..."
"Duke Stratholme? He is a great man! But he also has a lot of money to spend. Being able to recapture Stromgarde is the best reward for the Arathi Highlanders. All the sacrifices are just for the Highlanders.
I just want to repay the favor." After saying that, Danas left Lothar's military tent without looking back.
Looking at Danas's back, Lothar felt lost.
In the end, Lothar did not tell someone about this on the spot.
Mai Tuhao regrets missing out on 100 million...
If he hears it, he will definitely say, "Let me do it! I invest, as long as the system does not require it, I don't want to return anything."
The war between the Alliance and the Orcs has fallen into a strange period of relative peace.
It's relative, because there are also Alleria's mixed ranger and hunter troops, which are infiltrating wildly in the forest, constantly killing the orcs who dare to step outside the logging area of the East Valley Lumber Camp.
Now the number of this guerrilla force has reached 7,000. Any orc who dares to step into the forest will definitely be shot into a porcupine and hung on the southeastern branch.
Alleria was unable to advance because the orcs had cut out an unobstructed open space in the entire Elwynn Forest from north to south based on the logging area in advance, forcing the Alliance to fight in the open space.
Only McDonald was the most ruthless and suggested that Lothar recruit brave Storm refugees, almost under the eyes of the orcs, to resume summer grain farming on several large farms near Goldshire.
Time passes day by day.
By the end of August, the alliance finally gathered the cards for the decisive battle.
"Can this thing really work?" Lothar looked at the steel behemoth in front of him speechlessly.
The dwarf Brian Bronzebeard is on top, as small as a mung bean.
"Hahaha! McDonald is right - there are no guns or cannons, the enemy made them for us! No, this thing is absolutely enjoyable."
The corners of Lothar's eyes were twitching: "It won't explode, right?"
"No! We have taken away all the explosives. Trust the skills of our dwarves!"
There are three dwarves in Azeroth - goblins, dwarves, and dwarves. Among them, goblins are the most dangerous. Dwarves periodically get out of control, and dwarves are more reliable.
As someone from Mai secretly said something, Lothar's balls tightened again: "I'm not afraid of it exploding, but I'm afraid of overturning."
Lothar looked embarrassed: "What else?"
Then he saw a rather retro catapult.
Since the introduction of mortars, humans have rarely played this game. There is no way. In order to project those black sesame paste-like things, retro is as retro as possible.
The last one was grandly launched by the Trident Legion, U-shaped metal pieces fixed on the open carriage, and covered with thick metal wires.
"What is this?" Saidan Dathrohan whistled frivolously.
McDonald snapped his fingers, and with a strange slight buzzing sound, Saidan suddenly and strangely flew upside down. His whole body was pressed against the strange U-shaped metal, allowing him to move it however he wanted.
Holy Light, the armor on his body is as heavy as a thousand pounds. The armor that originally protected him has turned into a restraint tool to imprison him!
"What the hell is this?"
It was clear that Saidan was hit, but Sylvanas next to him was fine. She raised a claw knife made of some kind of vicious beast's claws and gently pressed it against Saidan's neck: "Mr. Dathrohan, you have already
