In a race of magicians, even your own god will punish you, so you don't have to mess around.
Fandral never thought that just by inciting the night elves to kill bugs (and being killed at the same time), he would trigger such fierce revenge from McDonald.
The worst thing is that even Star Soul, Elune and Ysera are paying for McDonald's account.
The seriousness of the situation was completely beyond his and other Druid elders' imagination.
Think about it! A druid can't connect with nature and can't enter the Druid's holy land [Emerald Dream]. What's the difference between that and a big-headed soldier?
At this point, even the other elders silently took a step back, staying away from this former Druid boss who became paranoid as soon as he arrived in Silithus.
"Why?"
"Why!?"
"Why on earth!?"
"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! I didn't do anything wrong, why should I be deprived of my right to command!?"
Fandral was furious with his incompetence.
Logically speaking, the goddess Elune and Ysera are both busy and don't have time to pay attention to your little Staghelm.
In the final analysis, Tyrande was heartbroken and lost in battle.
And this goes against McDonald's previous alliance policy of using the insect nest to consume the tribe's troops!
Didn't you see that as soon as the Horde had soldiers, they immediately kicked up their noses and sent a hundred thousand troops to demonstrate? If you save more soldiers for the Horde, won't you make the Alliance uncomfortable when you turn around?
So what if you surpassed the Horde in terms of military exploits today? After defeating C'Thun, the Horde is still roaming the continent of Kalimdor. You have lost many soldiers this year, where will you get troops to defend against the Horde next year?
This is a typical case of neglecting public affairs for private purposes and only defrauding one's own people.
Fandral kept doing this for a week, confusing even a sensible person like Vol'jin.
Woking: Is the alliance really a sincere cooperation?
There is no way, in the new era of the alliance, all the bosses are extremely skilled, which makes Wojin regard the quality of the alliance leaders as very high. Who would have thought that there is such a "spiritual tribe" among the alliance leaders?
There are many things Tyrande cannot say openly here, especially when there is a possibility that the walls may have ears. It is impossible to say: McDonald and I decided to replace you in order to better deceive the Horde.
In this way, regardless of whether Fandral was convinced or not, he was sent to the Azshara region to discuss the ways of nature with the water elemental Duke Hydrasis.
When one party finishes singing, the other party will appear on stage.
MacDonald had given Fandall a hard time before, firstly because there were some mines, so it was better to detonate them early; secondly, he was waiting for supplies.
The more primitive an army is, the less it requires supplies.
Troops with purely cold weapons can kill people with weapons as long as they have enough food and water pipes.
Thermal weapons troops are different. In addition to the above requirements, they also need fuel, bullets, artillery shells, logistics maintenance, and replacement parts.
Even though McDonald had laid out the railway tracks early in the morning and leveled a large area of the crater, part of the foundation was damaged and the railway tracks on the Silithus Plateau in the crater were difficult to maintain.
The horsepower of diesel locomotives in this era is still limited.
When the only mountain road is too steep and there is no time to dig holes and build tunnels, the railway must be made into a zigzag shape, with locomotives attached to the front and rear of the cars, and the trains can go up the mountain by changing tracks.
To be honest, this is something from the early 20th century. In the 21st century, the Chinese dynasty is all about digging holes in the mountains and building bridges when they meet the water. It doesn't matter whether they blow up mountains or fly bridges. They just have to walk in a straight line.
It's a pity that technology can't keep up. The most reliable ones now are the large [Jiefang brand] transport trucks with over a thousand vehicles.
Unfortunately, the [Dongfeng] and [Cyclone] anti-aircraft vehicles eat too much machine gun shells. In order to maintain air supremacy, half of the arms shipped every day, and other supplies can't keep up. McDonald's had to go moldy at the Black Dragon Post for almost a month.
moon.
In fact, the engineering troops in Stratholme are very weak. On flat ground, they can lay five kilometers of railway in one day.
Even if the technology is from before and after World War II, the elite operators in sand sculpture players use fully modern methods of laying railways!
First, lay a large amount of granite and smooth the road with a large roller roller with the words "Second Dimension Entrance" written on it.
Then the engineers laid a large rectangular piece of wire mesh to help secure the foundation.
Next, a giant paver that drives along the railway is used to drive to the edge of the track. The so-called paver is a giant locomotive with a length of more than 30 meters, equipped with a giant crane, which can lift a 25-meter-long rail together with the pre-installed steel below.
The finished concrete sleepers are like laying a ladder on the ground and laying the rails.
Finally, engineers adjusted the rails and welded sections of rails.
Also, construction of two parallel railway tracks started at the same time.
Well, the above is the traditional mechanized approach.
The magic version is
"Onyxia, tell someone to tidy up the foundation."
"Huh!" A breath of dragon breath passed by, and the earth became flat.
"So and so, let's lay this rail."
A certain [Railway Worker Razorger] rushed over with a bunch of dragon beasts, carrying an unknown number of tons of rails, and put them together like building blocks.
Welding?
It's so troublesome to use, it's all Dragon's Breath welding.
Anyway, if it burns out, there will be no food to eat.
Five kilometers a day, and often more than that, the speed at which the rails are built can be called a monster.
In short, it was not until late January, when the train reached Black Dragon Post, that McDonald took over the entire front line.
Then came the tribe's misery.
This time, as agreed, all the underground parts of the insect nest were given to the tribe to attack.
The progress of the tribe is good or bad, but it is very expensive.
Especially sometimes, when they rush into a cave underground, the tribal warriors will suddenly die suddenly.
Even the tauren druid, who is best at the way of nature, doesn't know what's going on.
The attack was stuck, and he had to ask the Alliance for help. His face was as black as a Dark Iron dwarf when he yelled stupidly.
[Speechless and boring-ing] He glanced at the orcs lying on the floor in the cave, lit a cigarette at the entrance of the cave, and shook the ashes at the brainless roar: "Brainless roar, do you know where you went wrong?"
When the orcs who translated did not dare to translate it literally, the words used in the translation were [Honored Chief Garrosh Thunderroar].
Brainless roar frowned: "If you fart, hurry up!"
"It stinks! It stinks!"
translate:……
This can't be translated. Either he was beaten to death by the chief, or this guy was beaten to death by the chief, triggering a war with the alliance in minutes.
It's rare for a brainless person to yell and force himself to remain calm: "Keep talking."
"This thing is called [biogas]. If there is too much of it, trouble will occur if it accumulates in such an unventilated place. By the way, why don't you use torches?"
A bull-headed druid said: "Using torches can easily attract too many insects, which is detrimental to the attack. So we use [Moon Stone] for lighting. Yes, how do we know whether there is methane in the cave?"
Huh? Is there such a thing?
The sand sculpture player didn't care so much: "You idiot, stand at the entrance of the cave."
Even though Naozanhou was confused, he still did as he was told.
[Qi Ya Da Da], who was also smoking next to him, threw the cigarette in his hand into the hole. Suddenly...
"Bang"
Exploded!
Of course, an explosion of this magnitude wouldn't kill the brainless roar, it's just that smell...
Well... I understand everything!
[Speechless and boring ing] Extremely sure: "This is biogas!"
