At this moment, McDonald felt a slight pain in the Mai family's [rapidly expanding magazine] which was emptied by Queen Xi every day.
What an injustice!
What an injustice ten thousand years apart!
McDonald wanted to say: What does the fate of a night elf noble who became the commander-in-chief of the War of the Ancients have to do with me, McDonald?
However, even Tyrande could discover that McDonough traveled to the War of the Ancients and acted as an imposter. Who dares to say that Maiev Shadowsong wouldn't find him?
Excluding skin color, Maiev was really on point when she climbed onto his desk...
cough!
That's too far.
The key is that if we follow the plot, it is Maiev seeking revenge on Illidan, and then Illidan imprisons Maiev in turn.
If someone from Mai Mai has nothing to do with Maiev, then it's not a big deal. Anyway, the two of them have been in prison for ten thousand years. Either you imprison me or I imprison you. It's not like they exchange offense and receive at any time.
It's not acceptable. People who eat melons just need to be melons. It doesn't matter.
Maiev seemed to have some vague feelings about Tamai at first.
This made McDonald feel a little uncomfortable.
A girl who likes him, if...
Mai Dang said cautiously: I guess this sounds a bit like heading towards the Minotaur Book?
Okay! Who cares about the Illidari, the demon hunter Argus or the Argus Death Expedition, if Illidan really did something, then he must die!
As for Tyrande, she had political disagreements with Maiev, or Maiev had always been unhappy with her in the past, but she had never had any deep prejudice against Maiev.
Of course she didn't know that Illidan had so many twists and turns to break into the Burning Legion and then destroy the Burning Legion. She only knew that if Illidan made trouble in the outside world, the night elves alone would definitely not be enough to deal with Illidan.
The strength is an absolute must.
From McDonald's point of view, it's a bit of a pain in the ass.
Although McDonald's has been smashed, I don't know if it's because of evil or something else, but look at the beautiful elf girl lying there delicately, letting you do whatever you want, looking like she has no bounds.
Alas, there is no heroic girl who can save fuel these days.
I really have to carry it to death...
Don't ask, just ask all day and night.
Thinking of this, McDonald silently made up his mind: I can save people, but I will definitely not mess with anyone!
Most of the alliance leaders did not realize that the attitude of the big bosses who held the power of the alliance towards the outside world had unknowingly changed.
This time, we were originally trying to defend the enemy from outside the country. The most active ones were the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Bronzebeard Dwarves (no way, who asked them to resist the enemy on the front line). With the arrival of new information, the night elves and the Stratholme Federation launched their efforts.
Already.
The conquest of Magtheridon is also in full swing.
The alliance sent out a so-called second-line lineup with Uther as the MT and Arthas and Tirion Fordring as the deputy Ts.
As a heavenly group that can kill C'Thun with all its strength, even if it is a second-line lineup, it is still more than capable of dealing with Mannoroth's younger brother.
This fat lord of the abyss is very weak. He was beaten by Illidan and his men. He still drew a lot of blood for a long time when he was half disabled. It was his ability that he did not turn into a demon.
As for strength, it really doesn't matter.
From exploring Magtheridon's lair to killing it, the whole process only takes about half an hour.
At this point, the Alliance's path of advancement was basically clear. Alsace waved his hand, and the mechanized troops moved all the way west, and then... got stuck.
The situation is far more complicated than imagined.
After taking down Hellfire Fortress, we only occupied about half of the Hellfire Peninsula.
In the western part of the peninsula, there are still plenty of trouble spots.
For example, in the Pool of Agona, under the influence of evil energy, the world of Draenor has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The Pool of Agona is one of the polluted holy places. The sacred spring water of the Draenei clan once flowed there, but now, the blood of the demon Agona has contaminated the essence of the holy water.
The Alliance has no intention of helping those mysterious foreigners that they have never even had contact with to regain the Pool of Agona.
But the Alliance absolutely cannot allow a magic pool that endlessly produces evil blood-contaminated creatures—dread devils and putrid ooze monsters—to exist here.
Since it is a pool, it is the most hated swamp-like terrain in the Alliance today.
The tank divisions that McDonald was so proud of could not be used at all, and the water was too shallow to use the ship girls.
This is very embarrassing.
If Alsace wanted to clean up this ruined place covering an area of more than 10 square kilometers, it would have to invest a large number of infantry.
Admittedly, he could take a risk and build a bunch of bunkers at the only exit to the south of the pool, and put a small number of soldiers there, which could theoretically defend it.
But if something happens, for example, if a certain demon goes to cause trouble, secretly gathers a hundred thousand troops there, and attacks the alliance's flanks, wouldn't Alsace take the blame?
In the southwest of the peninsula, there is a Halsh lair, where a large number of native species [Arakkoa] from the outside world are entrenched. The two idiots used the Black Dragon Legion to clear some of them, but the lair is a canyon with complex terrain, and there are quite a few caves in it.
.
This is another place where a large number of infantry have to be sent to deal with it.
The flanks are unstable and it is impossible to advance.
What's more, the night elf sentry troops at the front who were exploring the road reported that directly to the west was a huge swamp [Zangarmarsh].
The second idiot had a splitting headache, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and report back to the throne meeting.
In the magic mirror meeting, he finished talking about the difficulties at hand and concluded:
"This is the situation. If we want to conquer, or at least uproot the evil forces in the Outland, a hundred thousand soldiers are definitely not enough! There are too many places where heavy weapons cannot be used. And we seriously lack intelligence. If a place as big as Hellfire Peninsula
There are dozens more regions, so we are undoubtedly conquering a huge world no less big than Azeroth."
After talking for a long time, he just said one sentence: You asked me to fight, and I won. If you want to continue to win, please add more troops.
The bosses at the Throne Conference were generally in trouble.
For most leaders, the situation in the outer lands is unclear, and even if they ask Danas, they won't be able to find out anything. After all, the terrain before and after the big explosion is not the same terrain at all.
The Hellfire Peninsula used to be the Tanaan Jungle, with seas to the south and north. Now it is a void. Except for a certain traveler, his eyes are completely black. I don't know what the situation is.
Varian asked cautiously: "Marshal Alsace, according to your estimate, how many troops are needed at the minimum?"
The second fool raised five fingers: "The worst-case scenario is half a million people! And at least we need to find an advance base to supply food in the outer territory. Otherwise, the food alone will collapse the front-line material transportation."
Half a million people!
This is not a number that Stormwind Kingdom and Bronzebeard Dwarves can handle.
