Chapter 454 The letter sand sculpture player has more than 100 million points (seeking a monthly tic
In the past, the dirty gods boasted about how chaotic they were, but McDonald always had a skeptical attitude.
Now there is no doubt anymore!
Who are those natural disaster experts who were just contaminated by them?
Just the fact that Gavin Rudd is brainwashed into a magical girl is worth the price of admission.
It's one thing to be eye-catching, but this has indeed reduced the combat power of the Scourge Legion, and also created a deterrent effect, preventing the other party from sending troops unscrupulously in the Emerald Dream.
It’s not a boast, but if the Scourge Legion doesn’t improve their play style, they will be polluted by the bad guys.
McDonald even doubted that if the level limit for charlatan players was released and they were allowed to mess around, it would reversely pollute the ancient gods of Azeroth and turn them into idiots.
Ahem! This matter is quite variable.
Those dirty gods would even dare to eat the meat that Cthulhu's elder son smashed. I can't imagine what they wouldn't dare to do.
Ysera's opening up more permissions means that players have more room to weave dreams. Originally, Ysera was afraid of the leakage of pollution caused by them, so each dream could only be limited to a small environment. As a result, there were things like toilet bullying incidents and so on.
The secret room murder play has been created, and the duration of the dream is also limited to 10 minutes.
Nowadays, players who perform well and have the highest KDA are, well, most of them are dirty gods. They are allowed to control a space the size of an indoor football field and weave dreams in it at will.
As set before, every dream must have a fulcrum, which is the so-called flaw. How to cover up these seemingly real flaws with seemingly absurd truths will test the dream weaver's skills...
This is how it should be.
The problem is that sandbox players just want to have a good time. It doesn’t matter whether you think it’s reasonable or not. They basically try their best to kill themselves. Even the dream of "The Domineering President Gives Birth to 7 Billion Children to Take Over the Earth" will give normal people an instant cerebral hemorrhage.
The plans have been worked out.
The key point is that this place is not the result of a domineering president and a harem measured in [hundred million], scientific artificial insemination, and N years of work, but there is only one CEO's wife...
Please! Even if each cub only weighs less than 4 grams like when a kangaroo is born, and 7 billion are born in one breath, this speed and kinetic energy... Anyway, McDonald's will not count those zeros at the end, and he will not even count the zeros.
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Just the kinetic energy generated by the production speed, ahem, it is estimated that any satellite orbital gun will definitely be weak compared to it.
Normally, this is already a huge flaw.
The only thing that can give Maidang some comfort is that the real elite operators will give God-level pot replenishment.
For example, [Qi Ya Da Da] cleverly changed the name of the CEO’s wife into Lilith.
Yes, it is the legendary mother of demons, Lilith.
This becomes intriguing.
Is the Mother of Demons playing cell division? Or is she a demon clone? 7 billion in one breath, do you believe it or not?
Those who have no brains will not believe it on the spot, while those who have brains will think too much.
The blind spots in thinking appear.
The perfect cooperation between real sand sculpture players and elite operators has turned into a seemingly absurd dream, with murderous intentions hidden everywhere.
Follow the principle of equivalence required for dream weaving: the fewer flaws there are, the less lethal the dream will be; the more flaws there are, the more backlash the dream breaker will have to endure if he fails.
The god-level sinkhole created by a group of sand sculptures completely annihilated the Dreamland Vanguard Army of the Scourge Legion.
Now Ysera waved her big claw and gave them an upgraded version. Each dream can have up to two football field-sized spaces, so there is much room for fuss here.
For a time, a group of idiots worked hard to cause trouble.
McDonald just browsed through a few and felt that he needed to wash his eyes.
Feeling dizzy for a while, he decided not to read it.
Wake up slowly from the dream...
Huh? This time, two things obscured my eyes again.
With his eyes wide open, McDonald finally saw Calia's shy face through the gap in the Lordaeron Canyon.
Forget it, he found that he was still holding the other person's hands, like grinding teeth, gently biting teeth marks on the back of the white hands.
"Ah this..." Everyone in McDonald's was dumbfounded.
Could this be another large-scale social death scene?
No! No! I clearly remember that before I was summoned by Ysera, I asked for leave, rolled on my own bed, and then fell asleep.
What's going on?
Kalia blushed: "Master, you just yelled about 'hand', so I handed it to you, and then..."
Damn it! Did I mistake Kallia’s hand for Ysera’s and gnawed it?
Am I eating chicken feet?
Uh, no, it should be dragon claws.
McDonald's heart was already overflowing with complaints about his sexual desire, but he couldn't say it at the moment. He was enjoying the happiest lap pillow treatment and even biting Kalia's hand. He didn't know what expression to use to face his childhood sweetheart.
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"It's okay." Kalia gently threw the priest's [Restoration] to herself, and the shallow mark on her hand disappeared: "I am the one who offended the master."
Seeing that Kalia was the only one in the room, McDonald was no longer so nervous: "Well, there are no outsiders, so you don't have to be so open-minded. What do you have to do with me?"
"Really?" Kalia tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "It's you who is avoiding me, right?"
"this……"
Kalia took a few deep breaths, the peak of Lordaeron swayed a few times, and her beautiful face turned red instantly. Even so, she still mustered up the courage: "I used to feel your naked desire in the palace.
But every time you dare not touch me because of my status as a princess. But now? The royal family of Menethil has disappeared, why do you still suppress yourself?"
Yes! Why should I suppress myself?
Even McDonald's is asking himself.
McDonald adjusted his posture and let his face sink into the canyon: "I'm afraid!"
"Are you afraid?"
"Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, will come to the world of Azeroth at any time. He is a super powerful demon that can turn the entire human world into ashes single-handedly. If I don't do this well, humanity and even the entire alliance will have no future.
.The pressure on me is too great, and I'm afraid that having more emotional concerns will affect my judgment."
McDonough was telling the truth. Medivh had shown him fragments of other parallel worlds. Not every Archimonde in every world would go directly to the World Tree. In many worlds, he was the one wandering around the Eastern Kingdom.
, wiped out all human civilization, and then wandered to Mount Hyjal.
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't put pressure on you." Kalia gently stroked McDonald's face: "But a person's nerves will collapse if they are stretched too tight. When it's time to rest, you still have to take a good rest.
Rest. Don’t you have many trustworthy subordinates? You can leave more of them to the elites of Trident!”
Kalia kissed McDonald's forehead gently.
I don't know why, although the scene in front of him was very fragrant, McDonald just didn't have any charming thoughts.
"Well, okay."
What McDonough didn't know was that something would happen as soon as he delegated power. Well, it would cause serious trouble for the Scourge.
