"I didn't expect that, Sir Stratholme, you really remembered the promise." Tyrande smiled.
"I will definitely do what I promised to Mr. Yufeng." McDonald said very calmly. It could be seen that his expression was extremely free and easy.
That’s right!
The famous league commander-in-chief ran away from ‘home’.
As long as he stayed in Stratholme, a group of vassals would pursue him and force him to marry him.
It turns out that on Earth, forced marriage only lasts for about ten days during the Chinese New Year, and it passes with patience.
Here, especially from Monday to Sunday, the standards are 997 from morning to night, everyone speaks uprightly, and neither can be beaten nor belittled.
As soon as Mai opened his mouth, he felt that he had been betrayed by 99.99% of the people in the world, and no one could help him.
The silent ones were the Windrunner sisters, who intentionally or unintentionally brushed the hair hanging down from their temples with their hands.
Ambiguity is useless. If McDonald dares to take action, the mysterious woman ABCD must jump out and get in the way.
Three monks have no water to eat. The ancients will not deceive me!
This time Tyrande asked him to come to the northern part of the Barrens to inspect the development and greening, and McDonald replied instantly - he'll be there soon!
He took Valeera, who knew no nonsense, and two great astromancers, as well as a group of Stratholme bodyguard knights, and opened the portal and went straight through.
It was so efficient that it almost scared Tyrande.
Fortunately, since entering the alliance, Tyrande has heard gossip about Macdonken.
Looking at this young man who was forced into marriage and ran away from home, Tyrande just wanted to laugh.
Macdonald took five hundred knights, and Tyrande took the same number of sentries and huntresses. They headed east from Astrana Fortress, then turned south, out of Ashenvale, and arrived at the area currently controlled by the Alliance.
——Northern Barrens.
Ever since Thrall and his younger brother withdrew from Old Orgrimmar, the Barrens has been divided between the Alliance and the Horde in a tacit agreement.
The shape of the Barrens is a rectangle from south to north on the map.
The current situation is different from the confrontation between the Alliance and the tribes after the Cataclysm, because the tribes gave up the crossroads. Basically, everything north of the crossroads belongs to the Alliance.
I don’t know what genius’ idea it was, but Ratchet City, a port city in the east of the Barrens, actually started to cause trouble. Those goblins suddenly expanded westward and established a new camp ten kilometers south of the intersection, claiming that it belonged to Ratchet City.
New Town.
Then below Ratchet City, the Great Prince of Kul Tiras, Tandre, who was said to be taking over King Daelin's scepter soon, sent troops to start building the Alliance Fortress [Northern Castle].
Going south along the main north-south road, the tauren strengthened their Taurajo camp, which was originally built in the Barrens in Thunder Bluff, and upgraded it to a fortress.
Further south is the [Fortress of Shade] which the Alliance pressed out of Dustwallow Swamp.
Continuing to the south, there is the Razorfen and Razor Highlands, which are controlled by the quilboar and no one can control them.
The entire barren land has formed a state of interlocking situation where we are surrounded by enemies, and we are surrounded by enemies.
Moreover, there are now a large number of tribes present in the Stonetalon Mountains area to the west of the Barrens, as well as in the Desolate Land. Although no war has been declared, the land grab has become intense.
Tyrande immediately understood that when the time came, there would be a war.
The only thing that comforted Tyrande was that the Alliance temporarily informed the Horde, and then the Stratholme First Army flattened the original crossroads and started the traditional art of [building a fortress]!
The goblins in Ratchet City can see a large number of Alliance cargo ships coming from the south every day. In front of them, they enter the mouth of the Wrathwater River that separates Durotar and the Barrens, enter the river, and then connect the two places in the original place.
The newly built pier near the ferry was unloaded. A large amount of building materials were shipped ashore and soon became part of the new fortress.
What Tyrande and McDonald are inspecting now is the newly developed woodland in the open land north of the intersection.
Approaching the past, Tyrande's first reaction was that it was outrageous.
Although the night elves didn't mind seeing sunlight, thousands of metal plates cut into squares and covering an area of about one square meter were gathered together and continuously reflected the sun's rays, almost blinding Tyrande.
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"This..." Tyrande's action of covering her eyes was a bit cute.
Mai decisively handed Tyrande a pair of sunglasses.
When Tyrande put on these sharp-angled triangular black sunglasses, for some reason, McDonald thought of cyberpunk...
Tyrande learned to put on sunglasses: "It's so magical...the glasses make it feel like the sky is dark. It's different from the night we normally see."
Looking at Tyrande wearing sunglasses, McDonald frantically clicked on the video and screenshots in the system.
Every frame can be used as wallpaper!
"Ahem, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the results first! At present, most of the saplings planted in early spring seem to have survived." McDonald pointed in the distance.
In fact, the biggest problem when growing plants in deserts and other places is not water sources, but excessive long periods of intense sunshine. Even if there is water, plants can easily be killed by the sun, so broadleaf plants generally do not exist in deserts and desert areas.
To transform wasteland, the sand must be solidified to prevent soil erosion.
The rhizome of the plant is very necessary.
The night elves' druid spells cannot be effective on plants such as cacti. They are better at casting spells on traditional trees.
McDonald's perfectly solves the problem of traditional large-leaf trees being sunburned to death in barren lands.
Those metal baffles turn the scattered sunlight into grid shapes. Depending on the incident angle of the sun, even the trees under the metal baffles will not be exposed to excessive sunlight.
"This is drip irrigation technology - water is first introduced through culverts, and then dripped out through thin tubes. It can effectively prevent the river water from evaporating under the scorching sun, and ensure water supply to the saplings." McDonald is taking Tianchao's desertification control step by step.
He introduced the method to Tyrande, and Tyrande and other elves were stunned.
Descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties worked hard for generations and came up with the optimal desert control plan through constant trial and error in the desert. It was brought here directly and became a magical skill.
Tyrande's open mouth never closed.
The impression the alliance gave her was that cannons and tanks were awesome, and they were completely mechanized templates. How could she have imagined that what McDonald said before was not just bragging, but really awesome?
McDonald was willing to fool her out of respect for the night elves. Who would have thought that he would actually do it?
No one can be fooled by the Druids about planting trees.
When the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle solemnly said: "We are planting sun-loving tree species. As long as the trees grow up in a year or two, they will not be afraid of the sun."
Tyrande is really happy. With this forest, he has expanded his territory and defended his enemies from outside the country.
Even without starting a fight, the tribe was still suppressed.
On the other hand, the worried Thrall received a message in the new city of Feralas: "What, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu has something to do with me? This matter has nothing to do with McDonald's?"
