The train journey in Azeroth is not as comfortable as the Harmony in the Celestial Kingdom of Earth. Although it has gone beyond steam locomotives and gone straight to diesel locomotives, there are many bumps and bumps in any new thing.
First of all, the speed is not very fast. The better roads can only run 80 kilometers per hour, which is incomparable with the trains in China.
Then there is the issue of rail gaps mentioned earlier.
Finally, on long-distance journeys, meals are indispensable, and lunchboxes came into being. Since the connection between the carriages is not beautiful enough, the small carriage cannot be pushed. The waiter can only hold a large plate and tie a small one to the belt.
Use wood as a fulcrum, and put a sling around the neck to make it easier to distribute lunch boxes and collect money.
The price of the lunch box depends on the budget, and it is often divided into 20 copper coins to 1 silver coin according to the quality of the meat and vegetables in the lunch box.
It's not right to call it a lunch box, because the staple food of human beings is still bread, but now it's high-end. What's provided is white bread, plus some tomatoes, vegetables, potatoes, etc., and it tastes pretty good.
This is the so-called train lunch box.
Today, McDonald's became a very friendly waiter and tried a train lunch. To be honest, this job requires a lot of waist and abdominal strength.
It is definitely not easy to hold a large lunchbox weighing 90 kilograms. Not only is the place where the hand is placed round and smooth, but it is also more difficult because of the shaking of the train caused by the curve of the track.
Every time you feel the lunch box slide down, you have to push it up like a roofer.
"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!"
This is the sound of the wind!
It sounds a lot like a train whistle.
Because of the violent shaking, McDonald's couldn't help but tighten the handle again and push it upwards, accidentally spilling some sauce.
The white one should be coconut milk, mixed with a small amount of red, which is probably tomato sauce.
McDonald accidentally stepped on it and almost slipped on the spot.
McDonald sighed secretly at his misfortune.
Looking out the window, I only feel that the wind is a little noisy today, sometimes whistling in my ears, sometimes whispering like a lover, singing softly in my ears.
well!
Maybe this is life!
McDonald thought, isn't this the same as saying "Smoking is harmful to health" printed on the cigarette package, and then you can't help but try it?
No! How could I be so decadent?
McDonald struggled to hold up the lunch box for the last time, injecting soul into this job.
When the experience was over, he placed the lunch box on his bed with great pity, breathlessly thinking about the experience he had just experienced.
Sure enough, no job in the world is simple and easy.
Not long after, Veresa entered the carriage. As soon as she entered, she wrinkled her nose and asked, "What does this smell like?"
Queen Xi's face, who was sitting opposite McDonald, turned red instantly.
McDonald said seriously: "It smells like heather. The latest batch of medicinal materials sent from the fertile fields of the west is of good quality."
After speaking, he very naturally grabbed a handful of heather from the small box next to his desk and handed it to Vereesa.
Heather and [primary healing potion] can be mixed into a higher-level [secondary healing potion]. This thing is no longer used by the Stratholme military. When pharmaceutical factories can refining potions on a large scale, soldiers will have better [secondary healing potion].
Healing Potion] also requires heather, but the recipe is changed to add buckwheat.
Of course Vereesa knew this, and after sniffing it, she seemed to understand.
When it was time to eat, McDonald broke the routine and did not eat in his own carriage. Instead, he asked to go to the dining car.
I have been in Azeroth for ten years, and to be honest, unless I push the limits like a dirty god and eat Cthulhu-based octopus balls, there is no delicacy that I have not eaten.
At this point, it becomes more important who you eat with.
For example, right now, there are many beautiful elf girls sitting across the street, which is very satisfying.
On weekdays, most of the three Windrunner sisters will train new rangers in their own troops. In fact, the nature of the rangers has changed, and now they have become an advance army plus special forces based on the hunter professional skills. Whenever McDonald is willing to travel, the three sisters will
Leading a considerable number of rangers to serve as MacDonald's bodyguard.
The three sisters were sitting across from each other. It was fine in the past, but today McDonald was a little distracted.
Vereesa asked: "Second sister, what's wrong? I thought you were weird from the beginning."
Sylvanas lowered her head and took a bite of the food: "No, it's nothing."
Then she saw Alleria silently handing her a bottle of pain-relieving ointment from under the table, and her face turned red on the spot.
Fortunately, Kalia said accidentally: "McDonald, are we going to fight again this year?"
McDonald pondered for a moment: "I hope not."
Looking out the window, his thoughts drifted into the distance.
Looking out from the train, one can see the fertile fields of Andorhal. The golden ears of wheat represent a good harvest. MacDonald's eyes fell on the windmills.
On the surface, they are wind mills that can help farmers better grind wheat into flour.
Secretly, an 88-meter cannon was installed on the upper floor of each mill. The reinforced bunker-level house structure made it strong and solid while also having a good shooting range.
Overtly and covertly, McDonald's managed his territory like a metal barrel.
However, this is limited to federal territory.
McDonald pondered for a moment: "The Scourge has an aerial fortress [Naxxramas]. I have been worried about this thing, because it can land anywhere in the alliance."
This is very shameless.
When the girls heard this, their hearts trembled on the spot.
Liadrin asked: "Is there a way to capture the movements of the fortress?"
McDonald shook his head: "That is the realm of the dead."
It's not like he hasn't sent sand-crap players to infiltrate the Scourge again, but the effect this time was not good. It is most likely that the merger of Lao Taizi and Ner'zhul changed the soul fluctuations. The entire Scourge's control and organizational model of the undead have changed.
Changed, as long as sand sculpture players get close to any intermediate undead, such as a wise lich, they will immediately join the gang.
There were few casualties, but the key was that the opportunity to detect intelligence was lost.
Regardless of the fact that the alliance's current territory is three times larger than in history, the risks are also three times greater.
Too many sparsely populated areas cannot be monitored at all.
On the other hand, as long as the alliance defends cities with large numbers of people and high population density, it will win.
Naxxramas came to kill him, but it wasn't the Lich King who came in person, so the destructive power was limited after all.
"Sad!"
McDonald didn't expect that Sal, thousands of miles away, was also worried.
His worries are definitely different from those of the Alliance.
At this moment, in the chief's hall, a strange guest was sitting opposite him.
The tribe is no stranger to such existence, but Thrall cannot face this existence calmly like his predecessor.
After thinking for a long time, Thrall still sighed: "Dear Sun King Anastrian Sunstrider, I cannot agree to your request for the time being."
That's right, sitting across from him is the Sun King who failed to jump back in Northrend and disappeared after running away.
