Alas, how difficult is it to persecute [Junchen Tianya]?
It's enough to go to the system group and send a five-dollar red envelope to the administrator named Yu Yunfei.
Anyway, [Junchen Tianya] has been laying on the floor in the dock of the military court all year round, and has been sentenced to death 1,024 times.
This thing is harder to pay off than his Huabei.
Alas, the heavy sentence is only five yuan.
Here, [Chu Jiayun] assured McDonald: "When it comes to infiltration, we are professionals!"
Mai raised his forehead and said, "Here, you have failed many times in recent years!"
[Chu Jiayun] blushed: "Well, I'm not afraid of the god-like bosses, but I'm afraid of the pig-like teammates. There's no way, I'm always a little bit funny and can't stand the loneliness... But haven't our infiltrations been very successful recently?"
"Too."
Recently, thanks to a group of idiots hiding in Naxxramas performing corpse-laying performances, and mentally connected to the station, the existence of this group of otherworldly corpses allows the Alliance to accurately locate the location of the Flying Fortress 24 hours a day.
By the way, they keep sending death squads of sand sculpture players to test the situation.
Players have special methods for opening maps.
The most awesome one was created by a warlock player who had the talent of [Krypton Gold Dog Eye]. The so-called Krypton Gold Dog Eye is an upgraded version of [Krypton Gold Eye].
Originally, the Warlock's skill was to summon the eyeball of an alien creature to detect around in a stealth state.
The special effect of the krypton gold dog eye is that as long as you invest more Arathor gold coins, you can have a short-term perspective function.
Using this, this guy managed to find the core of Naxxramas' power.
Now the elite operators come up with a plan.
At this time, the situation on the continent of Kalimdor began to collapse.
Taking advantage of the high mobility of the Flying Fortress, Kel'Thuzad let his men frantically attack each tribal settlement.
Many orcs and trolls instinctively fled to Feralas in an attempt to seek salvation from their chief. The simple-minded people had no extra thoughts and would not consider whether New Orgrimmar could sustain such a large number of people.
As settlements were purged, the warchief's prestige weakened.
"Where is the Horde's army?"
"Have they all become dogs of the Alliance?"
After all, the tribe is a looser organization than the alliance, and the prestige of the tribe largely depends on the prestige of the warchief.
At first, the people were grateful to Thrall for leading them to escape from the death land of the Eastern Kingdom, and then they united with the tauren and trolls to clean up the manic and cruel centaurs. Thrall's reputation did indeed rise.
With the invasion of the Burning Legion and the demolition of Orgrimmar when passing by, Thrall's reputation began to decline. Feralas was attacked by the bugs, which only made the dissatisfaction among the tribe stronger.
When the Horde had to unite with the Alliance to defeat the Aqir, not even one of C'Thun's tentacles was harvested, and only one Osirian the Unscarred was killed, the opposition became mainstream.
The only good thing is that the main force of the Frostwolf clan is still there. Except for the Iron Tribe of unknown origin, the Frostwolves are still the first clan, and Thrall can barely maintain his rule over the tribe.
Now that the Horde is helpless against the Scourge's attack, Thrall's rule over the lower clans is clearly out of control.
Especially in areas such as Desolation and Thousand Needles, the entire area has been cleansed by the Scourge. Even if the plague is not deliberately introduced, there is no longer any living prey in the wild.
Any wandering elk may be an undead creature, and the meat is not only inedible, but also poisonous.
When a person is hungry, he can do anything.
"New Orgrimmar has been out of food for a long time. The granary was eaten up long ago when the insects invaded."
"The war chief is out of food! If you want to survive, go grab it from the Alliance!"
The small clans, which numbered only a hundred or more, and no more than a thousand at most, and whose names were not even recorded by the tribe's senior officials, began to unite together. They gathered like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, heading towards the Barrens and Stonetalon Mountains.
Alliance outpost rushes past.
The Alliance had already evacuated, but the evacuation was too hasty and a lot of supplies were abandoned, such as canned food that was about to expire or had expired.
These expired foods have become life-saving food in the mouths of these refugees.
This in turn stimulated the refugees to fight towards the alliance territory.
When Sal found out about this, he was too late to stop it.
In the dark alley area of New Orgrimmar, no one expected that Brainless Roar would actually be facing a big lich.
"Hehehe! Hell roar, you are such a cruel person." The great lich turned out to be the missing Sun King Anastrian.
Brainless roared with an indifferent expression: "Weak people do not deserve to live in this world. You useless wastes with no power, just die. This time, I will let all the orcs see Thrall's weakness."
The Sun King did not respond to this. He changed the topic: "Maybe this attack is exactly what McDonald's wanted."
"Whatever! As long as I get what I want!" Brainless Roar stood up suddenly, turned around and walked away.
After the last orc in the room left, a Forsaken servant asked the Sun King through the voice of the soul: "Your Majesty, the plan continues?"
"Of course, continue! The Lich King is too much of a hindrance." The blue fire in the Sun King's eyes kept flickering.
Macdonken was slightly surprised when Horde refugees attacked an abandoned Alliance outpost and marched toward Alliance-controlled territory in the Northern Barrens.
"Oh, if I'm really sleepy, someone will give me a pillow?"
[Sniper No. 11]: "Then we will stop the tribe's mob as planned?"
"Can."
With the cross fortress built at the crossroads of the Barrens as the core, McDonald used a bunker flow to separate the northern and southern Barrens. Unfortunately, this defense line was too long, with an east-to-west length of more than 150 kilometers.
Due to the lack of cement supply and the long defense line, this defense line is not as stable as the Stratholme Federation mainland. Especially to the west of the intersection, the terrain is complex and it is relatively easier to break through.
On this day, when more than 10,000 refugees, mainly orcs, under the guidance of thoughtful people, attacked the Alliance outpost, a large-scale battle broke out.
The battle itself has no suspense.
These young and powerful small clans who were mostly killed did not have much fighting power. They relied more on their bloody courage and desire for survival to attack the alliance's slightly thin single-layer city wall like crazy.
They carried sandbags and even large rocks on their backs, almost risking their lives to build a passage, and rushed to the top of the city, thus breaking through the Alliance sentry tower that was defended by less than a hundred people.
Subsequently, it naturally attracted a thunderous attack from the alliance.
This is a battle without suspense.
The only surprise was that just as the alliance's partial division had won and began to clean up the battlefield, Naxxramas suddenly descended from the clouds...
There were no surprises this time.
Both the Alliance and the Horde were defeated by Naxxramas.
At the entrance of the fortress, the black witch Falina reminded the reaper Gotik: "Wait! Lord Kel'Thuzad has ordered that every new undead must pass the soul connection certification."
Gotik waved his hand impatiently: "Come if you have the skills! These orcs have bad brains to begin with, and their souls are even more confused after death. Those who are a little smart all speak orc language with dialects. Whoever can communicate can do it.
What a waste!"
"This..." Falina could only watch speechlessly as a large number of orc undead were stuffed into the lower warehouse of Naxxramas without verification, like sardines in a can.
