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Chapter 483 Tyrande is bitter

With so many strong men joining forces to beat up a weakling, the cold wind blows, and it's impossible to miss.

McDonald came here early in the morning to wait for the last puzzle piece of Da Jian.

After he made the pretentious declaration, a group of legal elite operators immediately took up their positions and launched the so-called "war magic" in a decent manner.

This kind of magic that requires a large number of high-level wizards to activate is generally called "war magic".

A three-layer three-dimensional magic array appeared out of thin air, and countless strange flashing runes formed a complex light belt in mid-air, rotating clockwise and counterclockwise around the center.

Not to mention the blind magicians at the scene, even the two great astromancers Calpurnia and Solanlian couldn't understand this magic circle.

"What is that?" Solanlian asked her companion quietly.

"I don't know, I can't understand a single rune. It shouldn't be Titan magic."

"I only saw that it was from the space system."

It was space magic that was completely different from elf magic. The runes used were Greek, so naturally they didn't understand it.

The point is, this is all a cover-up, those shiny runes are actually useless at all.

After the magic array was activated, a soft silver light spread out from the array. It was a bit like a slime monster. It slowly moved over and swallowed up the mountains of steel plates, as well as barrels of crude oil.

Then there was a slightly uncomfortable squeaking sound of metal twisting.

Obviously metal and everything else are dead objects, but one can feel the metal begin to squirm violently as if covered with silver light, as if it were alive.

In just a few breaths, you can see this huge mass of liquid metal extending towards the sea.

As the silver light gradually covered the entire slipway, a clearer outline began to appear.

"This is..." Fenna was so surprised that she covered her mouth.

Vereesa's eyes widened in surprise, with the word 'curiosity' written all over them.

Soon, the pointed bow can be seen.

Then, the liquid metal showed an outward movement, which felt very anthropomorphic, like a girl who had just gotten up to change clothes and stretched her hands out of her sleeves.

That's not an arm, but four twin turrets, and what sticks out is the long barrel of a 380mm cannon.

Upward, the molten metal continued to extend, and soon revealed its true appearance - a towering bridge and chimney.

A lot of equipment that the natives of Azeroth cannot understand were displayed one by one.

No matter who is watching the mountains of steel transform into a giant steel ship that is 254 meters long, 35 meters wide and more than ten stories high in a few minutes, they will be shocked from ear to ear.

Before everyone could walk out of the UC Shock Department, an illusory figure was taking shape five meters in front of McDonald.

Even though she knew that this was the so-called ship girl, Valeera still silently tightened the handle of the dagger.

The figure gradually became more real, as if something was filling her body, making it more real.

To be honest, McDonald is not a real military fan. He has not yet been able to judge what kind of boat he has built by building a gambling boat. He just instinctively invested two Rubik's cubes at a time to gamble on the big boat.

When he saw a plump girl wearing a white dress, black skirt and white stockings, McDonald had a premonition.

Seeing her holding an iconic flag in her left hand again, Mai was more confident, but he was a little amused and curious as to why the flag on that flag was the Holy Grail emblem of the Stratholme family?

"The Tirpitz has met Master McDonald." It was originally a very formal meeting ceremony, but everything changed when the silver-haired shipgirl performed a weak kick.

"Well."

Sister, can you do it?

Sister Tirpitz got up on her own and touched her nose awkwardly: "Sorry, my lord, the amount of steel you gave is not enough. My body is empty and I feel a little weak."

McDonald: "..."

All the sand sculpture players: "..."

After a while, [Chu Jiayun] came out from the system group: "Boss, even Dajian has cut corners, you really deserve it!"

"Damn it, can you blame me for this? The system said that 30,000 tons of steel is enough for me. Who would have thought that something like this would happen?"

【Olixeon】: "Boss, stop explaining! Explanation is just a cover-up."

[Kidney deficiency at the age of six months]: "Speaking of which, can you make the ship girl more physical? She's so translucent that we can't rush up."

McDonald glanced at the system group: "Get out of here!"

Gan! Young master, I am a ship girl, not just for you dirty gods to serve as side dishes!

Ignoring those screaming guys, McDonald quickly asked: "Tirpitz, is there any remedy?"

"Well, my lord can just replenish the steel for me later. Of course, the higher the quality of the steel, the better."

"good……"

McDonald, the boss, was embarrassed.

The construction in the game is definitely simplified, but in reality it is troublesome.

The Tirpitz's displacement is more than 50,000 tons when fully loaded. Although the displacement is not equal to the weight of the ship's own steel, the steel he received from someone in Mai was not good quality!

Just as the ship's wife Tirpitz was talking to him, the Tirpitz's hull continued to make a heart-wrenching sound of steel twisting, and a large amount of black impurities and substandard steel scraps were absorbed into the hull.

Drain it out.

McDonald snapped his fingers: "Fenna."

"yes."

"If I'm short of these, you can make up for them." McDonald wrote down a bunch of requirements, and naturally his subordinates would do it for him.

After finishing the shipbuilding business and walking to the seaside, McDonald looked to the north: "I'm done here, but you, Tyrande, what are you going to do?"

Orgrimmar was destroyed and the Burning Legion landed, most likely heading towards Mount Hyjal. This really hit Tyrande.

After receiving the notification from the alliance, Tyrande stood stunned for ten seconds before giving the order for the entire clan to prepare for war.

After busying for a long time, she took her bodyguard to a house in Mount Hyjal.

Her adopted daughter Shandris very wisely guarded the door with a sentry, and no one bothered Tyrande.

Once inside, several night elf female priests saluted Tyrande and then retreated, leaving Tyrande and Malfurion alone.

The Scourge's invasion of the Emerald Dream is over.

Malfurion's nightmare was not over yet.

Ever since Azshara was killed, Malfurion has been in a state of neither superior nor inferior.

Tyrande asked Elune, Malfurion is now on the border between life and death. It's just not bad, Tyrande can use Elune's magic to directly pull him back to the side of the living.

The worst thing is that his spirit is not in his body.

Even Ysera doesn't know where Malfurion's soul went. The most likely possibility is that his soul was dragged into the Corruption Zone in the Emerald Dream. Yes, it's the place called the "Emerald Nightmare"

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I don’t know where my soul is!

This is the key to why she is still helpless.

"The biggest crisis for the night elves has arrived. But you are still sleeping! Forget it at ordinary times, at the critical moment, none of your Stormrage brothers can be trusted! And you even asked me to accept it..."


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