After reaching a deal with Mr. Wang to sell the head of a certain Burning Legion boss, McDonald felt comfortable.
(Mysterious voice: My chicken and eggs are shameless!?)
That slutty look is like having just taken a sauna in the winter, or blowing on the ice with the air conditioner on on a hot day.
To be honest, even if he really recruits someone from Mai, he doesn't have much else to do. It just depends on how powerful the system is.
It would be okay if some tasks were awarded with guaranteed guarantees, but if there were no guaranteed guarantees, then I'm sorry, please ask Mr. Hawk*Star to do more.
This is like buying a fund. No matter how low the interest rate is for the capital-guaranteed funds of X'Ebao, the annual return is only 2%, at least it can't deprive you of your money. If it is replaced by 'poisoning risk' or 'high poisoning risk', it means that
Loss and huge loss.
Don't look at celebrity agents. If you have some brains, ask: Which of the celebrity agents who used to be there every year now doesn't end up on the streets with funds?
If someone has that ability, why should he lead retail investors to make money?
Cooperate inside and outside, cooperate with the funder father that you have agreed with yourself, you sell and I buy, and collectively defraud retail investors. Wouldn’t this make more money? Wouldn’t this be more delicious?
Anyway, judging from the fact that today's world has not collapsed and the closed time loop has not been destroyed, the Azeroth Front should have succeeded in the ancient battle ten thousand years ago.
Then don’t blame me for letting someone wait for a price.
The system is not working well, so I can’t do my job.
Having figured it out, McDonald's was ready to sell.
Tyrande didn't know why McDonald was happy. She recalled all the details about the mysterious powerful man in the past and became more and more suspicious.
"Wait a minute, isn't that Hawk Star your alias?"
"How could I come up with such a meaningless name?" McDonald waved his hand indifferently.
His free and easy attitude made Tyrande confused.
Patrolling the Stonetalon Mountains is different from patrolling the Barrens. There is a strong Alliance army at the crossroads, and the northern part of the Barrens is considered the rear. The terrain of the Stonetalon Mountains is complex, and there is no so-called must-pass road. At dangerous points, Tyrande will immediately call a whistle.
Increase the number of guards to 3,000, most of whom are highly mobile huntresses.
Even if she is attacked by a tribe, she is confident that she can handle it.
Caution is always the right thing to do. Along the way, sentries came from time to time to report that they had discovered tribal spies. The elf sentries just fired loud arrows around the tribal scouts and politely drove them away.
‘Territory in contention’ is no nonsense.
Both sides received a fatal order from the top not to fight, and both sides gave in with a tacit understanding.
Many troll spies just gouged out the elves and silently turned around and left.
Not long after, he was spying from a distance behind the large mixed army of elves and humans.
To be honest, McDonald didn't take it too seriously. He was still concerned after all. Moreover, the scenery in the Stonetalon Mountains was quite bad. The terrain was rugged and many places were bare peaks. It was really not that interesting to look at.
The night elves have no plans to expand on a large scale for the time being.
Just because there was a path directly south of Astrana in Ashenvale leading to the Stonetalon Mountains, Tyrande took precautions and set up a sentry tower in the area just entering the mountain pass.
"The terrain here is not easy for human artillery to use, right?" Tyrande asked.
"It's okay. Humans are also good at mountain fighting."
"Um?"
"We have mortars that are good at high parabolic shooting. Large-caliber mortars can also deal with ogres. Of course, there is nothing we can do when we reach the Gronn level."
"That……"
"I can arrange for two thousand human soldiers to come and set up defenses." McDonald's straightforwardness made Tyrande very comfortable.
This kind of bare mountainous area covered with red soil is really not what the night elves are good at.
It's not that you can't fight, but the damage ratio will be very bad if you fight.
After deciding on the layout plan for this place, they took the people back to Astrana Fortress, which was the end of their tour.
While walking with Tyrande, McDonald suddenly received a 'phone call' from Nozdormu.
Tyrande watched in great surprise as McDonald's 'passed out' on the spot. Wa Niang next to him hugged him in a familiar manner.
If the surrounding space wasn't filled with the power of Ysera's dreams that she was familiar with, she would really have thought that there was something wrong with McDonald.
Now I am even more envious that even Malfurion has never had the opportunity to communicate with Queen Ysera so frequently!
When he regained consciousness, he found that he was pulled into a familiar dream space again, with a green and confusing scene in the distance. McDonald was almost embarrassed, and the first sentence was: "Ysera, didn't I say don't drag me in casually?
?At least say hello to me and let me be prepared. I fell asleep for no reason, which is very embarrassing."
"Ah, I'm sorry." Ysera lowered her faucet on the spot.
The Emerald Dragon King's attitude towards admitting his mistake was so good that Lord McDonald certainly didn't care.
Ysera glanced at MacDonald, and then the figure slowly disappeared into this space, leaving MacDonald behind to talk to Nozdormu as usual.
"You guessed it right. Something went wrong in the War of the Ancients, and Brox Saurfang, who was sent by me, died prematurely." The humanoid Nozdormu said with a stern look: "Although I don't want to, I
I can only send you there..."
"Wait!" McDonald Kemping raised his right palm and made a prohibitive gesture: "Who said I want to go."
Nozdormu was speechless for a moment: "You..."
"When the world is in danger of being destroyed, you call me here, and when you don't need me, you tell me to get out. Am I such a person with no status? If you don't like me and my men so much, then we can leave here forever.
Anyway, I don’t have any ties to this world, no fascination or anything like that. If Azeroth is to be destroyed, then destroy it, hurry up!”
MacDonald used retreat as an advance, and immediately choked Nozdormu half to death.
His eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that he really stood up to criticize McDonald.
He and his men were, after all, just another gangster brought in by Medivh, and they were the targets of the Bronze Dragon Tribe's key surveillance and precautions.
When people suddenly say they quit, Bronze Dragon really has nothing to do.
If you were a native of Azeroth, you could still say, "We live on the same land, breathe the same fate," but these gangsters are the same thing!
Even though McDonald's took away the original dead ghost master, the source of his soul was never in Azeroth.
What's more, McDonald and his men are no longer ordinary stowaways. They stayed with Nozdormu's permission. The point is, McDonald and the others have proven their strength.
Nozdormu has seen at least thousands of Azeroth worlds destroyed by Archimonde.
After all, there are only a few parallel worlds in Azeroth that can continue to follow the original wheel of history.
"What do you want?" Nozdormu gritted his teeth, but suddenly became discouraged. He really couldn't hate it.
He was assigned the task of guarding him by Titan, but he was not given the task.
"Open the power limit and give me and my men hero templates."
