"McDonald's, she...father, he...turned into a death knight, and I...that..." Before arriving, Arthas had too many words to talk to his old brother, but everything happened too fast, and he
His mind was too messy, and his words that had been organized at first were all in a mess. At the end of the sentence, his tongue was tied, and the idiot holding McDonald's arms actually burst into tears.
"Calm down! Arthas, everything and me!"
"Yes!" The second idiot finally explained the process intermittently.
This was not too different from what McDonald had guessed, so he used the system to contact the sand sculpture players still in Lordaeron City, and almost launched blocking and cover in advance.
If McDonald were from the Kingdom of Stormwind in this life, things would definitely not go so smoothly.
His high origin in Lordaeron meant that he could make many arrangements in advance.
So what if he was lured away by Kel'Thuzad?
Sand sculpture players are often unreliable, but they will never let go of the famous painting in the world of Azeroth, "A Kind Father and a Filial Son."
Since they have been keeping an eye on the city of Lordaeron for a long time, the number of players deployed in the city in advance has never been less than 5,000.
Using his status as a duke, he obtained legal resident certificates for them, and then resorted to the tactics of the underground party and dispersed them. The best thing is that because there is systematic communication, there is no need to worry about being unable to coordinate actions due to inconvenient contact.
This turned into almost a sudden revolt. McDonald's side seemed to have planned a rebellion and responded immediately.
Especially the tanks driven out of the Duke's Palace, which would be absolutely treasonous in normal times.
Mr. Mai arranged in advance to dismantle all the tank parts, transport them piece by piece to the basement of the Duke's Mansion, and then assemble them.
Of course, the effect was ridiculously good, blocking the death knight brigade for a full fifteen minutes.
Since Onyxia was so wise and rescued Arthas, of course McDonald's would not harm her.
"Okay, Onyxia, what do you want now?"
"Haha, I'm tired of staying in the palace and playing boring love games. Anyway, it's been exposed and your broken alliance can't continue. I've completed the task assigned by my father. You also opened the seal.
... Let’s settle it for now. Goodbye! Hahahaha! McDonald, you will regret opening my seal! Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you! Wahahahaha!”
This scene is quite disturbing.
Think about it!
A huge black dragon was slowly flapping its wings and hovering over the high wall of the fortress. Its golden vertical pupils were like a pair of huge opals, gazing at the world with a kind of indifference unique to those at the top of the food chain.
She casually glanced across the fortress, not targeting anyone, but it gave the defenders the illusion that these terrifying eyes were looking down at her, and they were about to swallow them in one gulp in the next second.
Teeth in dragon's mouth.
She completely ignored the large and small ballistae and cannons. Weapons of this level could not penetrate her scales.
She was wanton and frivolous, and just laughed at the defenders' most beloved Alliance hero, Duke Stratholme!
Alsace looked at her with eyes filled with sadness and obsession.
Yes, no one can stand it when his fiancée of two years turns into a terrifying evil dragon.
At this moment, Onyxia noticed that the corners of Macdonald's mouth were rising crazily.
"Hey! Insignificant human being, do you still have a trump card? Show it and see." The ferocious black dragon's face showed a very anthropomorphic expression of teasing and ridicule.
Suddenly...
"Three ropes!"
"Hu!"
"What a fool!"
"Me too!"
"What the hell? Three shots in one!?"
"Malygos! Give me money, give me money!"
A loud sound came from the door of a bunker on the city wall, which was incompatible with the painting style of the Lordaeron garrison soldiers who were waiting in full formation.
Just such a sound made the huge black dragon in the sky show off its ferocity a second ago as if it had been struck by lightning. The long neck of the dragon shrank subconsciously, and when the dragon's tail was retracted, it accidentally scratched the city wall.
While making a sharp crackling sound, it left a scratch half a meter deep on the city wall.
None of this matters anymore.
The majestic Onyxia just said that this princess is the best in the world, but no one is convinced.
The next second he was slapped in the face.
The long, snake-shaped dragon neck looks like it is full of rusty gears, and every turn of the neck gives it a mechanical feel.
She rolled her eyes, and then she discovered that in the lee of the bunker door, four humanoid creatures with special hair colors, red, blue, green, and bronze, as if they were playing cosplay, were having a fierce mahjong duel.
The blue-haired delinquent 'middle-aged' who had just lost money had a wolfish look in his eyes, and he stabbed this side fiercely: "Bah! Bad luck! I lost three million time coins as soon as you came here!"
Onyxia was so frightened that she almost made the dragon urinate on the spot.
McDonald said in a timely manner: "Your Majesty Malygos. We are in trouble again. We need to break some dirty bones and are preparing to go on an expedition. I think hanging a dragon head decoration at the city gate can boost the morale of the defenders.
.Your Majesty, what do you think?"
Malygos waved his hands unhappily: "Whatever you do, don't bother me."
The next moment, Onyxia, who was swept by the eyes of the four dragon kings, felt... Alexander!
McDonald's eyes were sullen, and he took out a collar-like thing: "Oh, that thing in the sky, should you be more conscious, or should I do it myself?"
Dragon!
That’s what this thing is!
There are only zero and countless times of surrender.
To be honest, Onyxia would not accept McDonald's death.
But when she thought that McDonald was able to summon the four dragon kings at will, and would let the four dragon kings beat her, a weak, innocent and helpless little dragon every minute without regard to seniority, Onyxia felt aggrieved.
It's not that it's unacceptable.
"I didn't lose to this damn human being, I just lost to the four dragon kings."
Thinking of this, the iron-clad Black Dragon Princess made a decision.
She tried to lower her voice as much as possible: "Here, are there any women's clothes?"
"Huh?" McDonald was dumbfounded.
"I...when I used the [Ultimate Transformation Technique] just now, I didn't even think about changing back. I...I tore my only piece of clothing."
"..." McDonald was embarrassed, and it took him a few seconds to recover: "It's okay, Liadrin's size is relatively similar to yours."
Just like that, under the gaze of tens of thousands of defenders and two idiots, the huge black dragon, which had an earth-shaking momentum, turned into a small human woman.
The second idiot felt as if he was in another world: Well, the legendary rumored fiancée Miss Katrina, she...is back again.
The second fool was confused and confused: Wait! Why, McDonald’s, do you know my fiancée’s dress size so well!?
