Of course, monitoring Naxxramas is indispensable. At the very least, its accurate coordinates must be tracked.
[Sniper No. 11] reported to McDonald: "We sent people to go in."
McDonald's expression is like a black question mark: "How do you do it?"
In the past, sandbox players who sneaked in were always detected by high-level undead spirits. Once they were found to be not [loyal], they would be eliminated immediately.
"We found a small bug. As long as a person enters and removes the spirit from the clone, he will enter a state of suspended animation. In the eyes of the undead, we are a dead thing similar to cement."
McDonald quickly asked: "Wait, that doesn't seem to be that convenient. I remember what your spirit must rely on. If you live in one body, you can't use another body, right?"
"That's right. We found that even if the body cannot move, we can still contact the system and even receive information from the earth simultaneously."
McDonald: "What then?"
"Boss, don't you know? Recently, we can directly receive broadcasts from Earth B station, but the broadcast fees charged by the Council of Galaxy Order are a bit expensive. But we all pooled together the fees to connect the spirits of these guys. One day
24 hours a day, they can watch whenever they want and sleep whenever they want. They think they can do it."
Bilibili is the abbreviation of Bilibiliubiubiu. It is a video barrage website that young people love to watch. Please don’t misunderstand.
Is this okay?
McDonald glared at him and expressed his speechlessness.
"The big guys among us said that with Station B, it doesn't matter if he is a ghost for a month."
"Okay, I agree."
"No, in fact, they have already gone up."
"..."
Looking through the recorded video, McDonald can see that these sneaky guys used the Orb of Deception and then followed the retreating Scourge soldiers up.
Originally, there were high-level lichs stationed at each entrance, soul-checking every returning natural disaster soldier.
A while ago, Naxxramas was hit by a large TNT in the south of Stratholme, which caused a lot of holes in the lower level, allowing a dozen or so naughty players to sneak in.
These monkey spirit-like guys hid in certain cracks in the fortress, and others helped to get some cement, or stones left by Naxxramas in Stratholme Territory, to simply seal the cracks.
Lie down and start playing Turtle Breathing Technique directly.
As for the guy who was discovered, if he was discovered, he might as well die.
Anyway, if the player dies, nothing can be harvested from the other side, and the rotten meat cannot even be used to create hatred.
Now that's good, the schedule is monitored 24 hours a day.
McDonald breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you brothers. If you have any requests after coming out, I will agree to them, even if they are not excessive."
The matter came to an end for the time being, and Macdonken continued to direct the attack on the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
The progress was not smooth.
The temple in reality is too huge, and the terrain is far more complicated and tortuous than the one in the game. Under the command of the Twin Emperors, tens of thousands of elite bugs rushed out from every corner, killing the alliance troops.
This forced McDonald to set up a large number of artillery and build bunkers at every strategic location. In many places, cement trucks were even required to spray large amounts of cement and throw in steel bars to seal off all places where the Qiraji could escape.
Unexpectedly, something happened on the Eastern Kingdom Continent three days later.
[Chu Jiayun] An emergency message came: "Boss, a piece of bad news and a piece of good news."
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "Let me tell you the bad news first."
"Site B is down. The computer room broke down in the middle of last night and I can't access it at all."
"Wait a minute? What kind of bad news is the collapse of Bilibili?"
"Our brothers who lurked in are going crazy!"
"..."
Damn it, it turns out there are some idiots in this world who will go crazy if they can’t get on Bilibili.
McDonald felt a pain in his balls: "Okay, what about the good news?"
"Boss, you can see for yourself."
In the screen, a sand sculpture player named [AM13] is incompetent and furious.
"Show me Station B! Chen Shumao, come out! If you don't show me Station B, don't blame me for being a Mongolian top orderer!"
Forget it, this kid is saying meaningless things. The point is, this guy is jumping on top of explosive bags made of 1,000 pounds of dense explosive powder. These explosives were transported in by a group of idiots using space storage bags.
This grumpy old man couldn't stand the darkness and loneliness, so when he screamed wildly, he naturally attracted a bunch of natural disaster soldiers.
Then……
"Bang!"
This thing blew itself up.
To be honest, it is not uncommon for sandbox players to self-destruct.
What's strange is that the place where the explosive was detonated happened to be near the bottom of the Naxxramas Fortress. The huge explosion collapsed at least two floors.
It's so good that a natural disaster boss just happened to walk by...
Soon enough, Brian Bronzebeard's magic Bronzebeard came in.
Ever since Naxxramas crossed the strait yesterday and entered the wetlands in the south, Brian has been following the mechanized troops of Bronzebeard Dwarf behind the flying fortress to prevent the Scourge from causing evil.
"Hey! McDonald, your people are really awesome! Do you think we caught someone?"
In the magic mirror image, an undead priest with half-burnt white beard and a ram's horn headdress on his head was pushed forward in the form of a human stick.
"This is...dirty Sergei!?" Everyone in McDonald's was dumbfounded.
"Yes! This guy is famous and famous. He is one of the leaders of the natural disaster!" Brian's voice was full of excitement.
Heer'gai was the mastermind behind spreading the plague throughout Azeroth. It was he who created the Cauldron of Plague. Not only humans, but also the animals and plants in Lordaeron fell victim to the plague. Heer'gai
Thanks to the masterpiece of Lordaeron, the plague has not been completely eliminated in the surrounding areas of Lordaeron, and there are still tens of thousands of hectares of land that need to be purified and healed.
The Eastern and Western Plague Lands in history are all masterpieces of this guy.
Originally, after entering Naxxramas in the future, it would be quite troublesome to deal with this guy.
Who knew it would turn out like this?
All right!
Let me walk through what happened.
Station B of the Earth's Celestial Empire across time and space suddenly failed, causing sand sculpture players to watch no anime, and then went berserk. Regardless of whether they were in the enemy's camp, they directly blew up the fortress to vent their anger, and ended up trapping a natural disaster wave SS?
Normally, with Sergey's ability, he wouldn't be blown up and fall down.
But a few days ago, when Lao Mo and Onyxia worked together to counter an ambush, they gave this guy a deep breath. He didn't die suddenly, but he was injured a little and lost a lot of equipment, otherwise he wouldn't be so bad.
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Nima, isn’t this too magical?
I have seen enemies with teeth clenched even after drinking water, but I have never seen such an unlucky boss.
The corners of McDonald's eyes kept twitching: "Here... after a little interrogation, let's purify this guy. Keeping this lunatic will be a disaster."
Turning his head, McDonald turned his attention to the system chat group.
[AM13], who was being congratulated by a group of idiots, was still furious: "Silgay is nothing! Show me station B... Huh? Wait, the server has been restored!? Okay."
Well, he made great contributions to the alliance in advance, killed a hero who was the leader of a natural disaster, and just lived an unpretentious life watching Station B.
