The night elves believe in the moon goddess and natural teachings. With the two great gods Elune and the centaur form of the demigod Cenarius, the entire social system of the night elves is extremely closed.
They stubbornly maintain their own way of life, rejecting outsiders and possible changes.
This habit made McDonald stop visiting them from the beginning and ask them if they wanted to join the alliance.
Not giving up until the Yellow River is reached also happens to dark spirits.
Since there was no way to provide the night elf race to sandbox players, McDonald also gave up the idea of spying on Tyrande's men.
It is too difficult for sand sculpture players to easily jump into Ashenvale and dress up as a night elf.
The eternal lifespan obtained by the Dark Elf through the World Tree allows it to live long enough and recognize each of its compatriots. It would be a surprise to rashly send sand sculpture players in.
So after McDonald's regained Tirisfal Glades, especially after taking back the northern coast, Stratholme's industry exploded again. Countless machines were shipped there, and the packed machines were unpacked and quickly assembled into
Each machine tool, even...gantry crane.
The large crane is the core of shipbuilding. It can hoist huge steel plates to designated positions and then use rivets to assemble the hull.
Opening a shipyard at this time is undoubtedly quite risky.
If things go wrong, Archimonde will arrive successfully just like history, and he might turn around and destroy MacDonald's shipyard.
McDonald's had no choice but to give it a try.
There is no way, although there are many shipyards in Kul Tiras, they are all old-fashioned shipyards that build wooden ships.
Find a slope on the beach, build a shelf, and put a roof on it, and that will be the shipyard.
The first all-steel battleship [Warpite], do you know how it was made?
A group of big-muscled warrior professionals suddenly broke out and activated [Rage] together. They carried the steel plates to the designated position with their hands. The shipbuilders swarmed up and fixed the iron plates with rivets, forcibly building the ship.
That efficiency makes McDonald want to cry when he hears it.
He couldn't really leave his ships to Kul Tiras in the future. After all, there was no modern industry on that broken island. Even if a steel mill was built and there were no large iron mines, in the end they would still have to be built across the ocean.
If the metal ingots are transported there, it would be better not to build it.
Build a shipyard here, and McDonald's will increase support for the sisters in Kul Tiras over there.
Theramore supports Jaina openly, but secretly allocates more resources to Fenner's Golden Sword.
No way, in terms of geographical location, Theramore is indeed closer, so it is more suitable to be used as a transfer station. Ocean-going ships stop at Theramore to drop off supplies, and then turn to offshore boats to help transport them.
After all, further north is the territory of the orcs. Or they can go to Azshara to take the Scourge's retreat.
Both of these are inappropriate.
Once 'Brother Mengde' arrives and crosses the sea, wouldn't it mean that the Allied forces who took the retreat will be taken advantage of by the Burning Legion?
In the final analysis, the night elves still have to fight and quickly join the alliance.
Of course, the dark elves are not as pretentious as their high elf compatriots. They all throw themselves into the caves and look like they are the best in the world.
The leader of the dark elves still has an online IQ.
Therefore, while waiting for Cenarius to die suddenly, McDonald spent money like water and continued to scatter money.
It's very funny, the price of goods in the entire league...has not fluctuated significantly despite fighting so many big battles.
This is quite outrageous.
Generally speaking, McDonald's is equivalent to printing unlimited money and taking out gold coins. Normally, it will cause inflation, which means that the money is worthless.
When there is too much money and too few supplies in the market, it is not uncommon to spend one billion yuan to buy breakfast like in Zimbabwe. Paper money is almost useless.
On the contrary, if there is too little currency, prices will plummet. In the past, three copper coins for a piece of black bread may be enough now, maybe one copper coin will do.
Whether it is excessive inflation or deflation, it is unhealthy for society.
The most amazing thing about McDonald's is that while giving away gold coins, it also greatly increased the supply of materials. From the simplest food, he introduced potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn and other crops with higher yields per mu as supplementary food for the people.
He also expanded the planting of cotton and other plants on a large scale, and at the same time greatly strengthened industrial construction. Together with a group of sand sculpture players, he completed the transformation of Stratholme Territory's extremely deformed wartime industrialization system in just a few years.
On the premise of a substantial increase in weapons and equipment, the gold coins that appeared out of nowhere followed suit, creating a strange high-end balance - the society's materials and money issuance were magically synchronized.
The most intuitive feeling of the people is that the great lord McDonald has protected the people's lives through internal circulation in such a harsh environment.
This is what Lao Mo and Abidis were worried about before. They were worried that McDonald's would really stop taking them to play. In this way, they would have a force that was lagging behind the times, but lacked equipment and food support, and could easily be ruined.
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Now, with the Scourge in Tirisfal Glades almost completely wiped out and all retreating to Silverpine Forest, about to jump into the sea, the industrial power of Stratholme Territory has begun to explode.
At the same time, McDonald's still paid close attention to the war on the other side of the sea through the elite operators lurking among the Scourge Legion and the Orcs.
Finally, he got a chance.
On July 18th, Tyrande received a very unexpected news. Her sentry brought a very important piece of information and also brought the messenger.
"High Elf?" Tyrande looked at this fair-skinned former compatriot in great surprise.
"My name is [Narusegawa Naru]. To be precise, I am a hybrid of high elf and human. Your Excellency, the great high priest of Whispering Wind." The other party spoke fluent high elf language.
The two races split more than 7,000 years ago, and there are many differences in language. However, this thing is similar to English and American English on Earth. They have the same origin. It sounds a bit awkward, but at least there is no problem in language communication.
"You know me?"
"Of course! Your beauty, ahem, you are quite famous among my former tribesmen."
The other party's frivolous words made Tyrande a little unhappy, but she still listened patiently: "What information did you say you wanted to bring me?"
"The information is that the orcs and the Scourge are not the same group. If you are willing to listen to me, then temporarily abandon part of the defense zone. Once they meet, they will fight to pieces."
Tyrande raised her blue eyebrows: "I need to know more news!"
"As you wish."
On July 20, the tree army led by the demigod Cenarius was originally on the front line, resisting the Scourge. Suddenly, Cenarius and his younger brothers withdrew.
A large number of bones immediately followed and killed them.
"Kill them all! Just keep the druids!" After the resurrection, Gavin Ladd* Doom became an out-and-out Skeleton King. He waved his giant sword and pointed at the dense forest.
But not long after his men stepped into the deep forest, a green man fell from the sky.
