Chapter 891 The king of scrolls is actually me? (1 more)
Originally, McDonald was thinking of knocking down the Saint of Chastity by dividing three by five.
"I'll go talk to her." Surprisingly, Kalia stepped forward and made this request.
"This..." Kalia was McDonald's baby, and McDonald rarely hesitated.
"It's okay, I'll accompany her." Liadrin raised the shield in her hand.
What kind of sparks will arise between two sacred heroines and a Holy Light Virgin of unknown origin?
Another unimagined branch of history.
The Chastity Saint is not necessarily very strong, as long as the equipment is not too bad for a team, you can get by no matter what.
Is it worth taking Kalia's risk like this?
What McDonald saw was Kalia's firm gaze - the soft color had long since faded from her still clear eyes.
McDonald was suddenly startled, and then he realized that she was no longer the royal princess who could not do anything, but was simply the most beautiful royal princess. In any case, even if she was beaten by McDonald, she had to go through several mortal fights.
A heroine who sees shocking battles in her eyes.
She looks weak on the outside, but is actually soft on the outside and strong on the inside.
Should it be said that she is worthy of being the woman who became the undead cast by light in history?
Suddenly laughing, McDonald nodded: "Okay! You can try it."
Looking at the backs of the two women, McDonald felt a little strangely melancholy.
At this time, Queen Xi took a step forward and whispered in McDonald's ear: "Oh, McDonald, you are too strong. People like us sometimes get depressed!"
"Well?"
"You are so perfect! The Alliance God of War, the Alliance Leader, the greatest inventor, a once-in-a-millennium economist, the prophet who always walks on the right path... Even if I stay by your side and would rather be a star that lingers around the sun,
It’s not that simple!”
At this moment, in McDonald's mental sea, his own image was that of a strange white cat. A flash of light flashed above his head, and the system prompted that [strange knowledge] had been added.
All along, McDonald was frightened by System Lord and Medivh's propaganda that "the parallel world of Azeroth accounts for the vast majority" after traveling through time.
Traveling back 13 years, Mai was terrified, fearing that one of his wrong decisions would cause the alliance's combat power to fall behind, or that he would accidentally kill a hero who should have shined brightly in history.
He ignored one thing: if every decision he made was correct, and all the heroes who hung out with him in reality did what he said, then these heroes who were supposed to have done a lot of great things would still be the same in history.
Those great heroes?
Let alone a hero, even if a person grows up, it is not enough to rely on cultivation and reading. The experiences and hardships he (she) encounters will greatly affect the height he or she can eventually reach.
He leads the heroes to fight, and the world has almost the same blueprint and historical plot as the game. Of course, there is no need to worry about making mistakes in the strategy, even if it is wrong, it cannot be too wrong.
In this way, the heroes will gradually and imperceptibly become a team-oriented talent, a mechanical killing machine with no soul, a part of a precision machine, rather than the dazzling existence that stands out in history and stands alone.
You see, as soon as Alleria and Vereesa got pregnant, they immediately behaved like they had been pregnant for three years.
I don't care about anything lately, I just look at my growing belly and giggle.
Nothing like the original heroic heroine.
McDonald suddenly smiled bitterly. He felt like a roll king who traveled back ten years and rolled up all the undeveloped geniuses to death.
Let go?
Or hold on tightly?
This is a problem.
Just when McDonald's thoughts were lost, Kalia started chatting with the Virgin Saint.
It took about ten minutes, and they came back with the giantess: "Okay, Saint Virgin, she agreed to go on a pilgrimage to the Stratholme Great Cathedral. If it is really a sacred place, she is willing to become the guardian of the Great Cathedral.
.”
Ah this...
It's a drama that was never imagined.
A heartfelt smile appeared on McDonald's face: "Well done!"
Kalia had a sweet smile on her face after receiving the compliment.
The next strategy went very smoothly. There is something in this world called [Equipment Crush]. When the strength is obviously dominant, higher attack and defense power will obviously bring corresponding fault tolerance.
After going to the opera house to watch the opera "Romeo and Juliet" performed by two ghost bosses, he went to the back and knocked over a huge structure called "The Curator". McDonald suddenly stopped and looked around.
Khadgar: "What do you think of this team?"
"It's great. I feel like I can deal with all kinds of monsters with ease."
"I want to train them and let them fight on their own."
"Ah... I'm not sure what else is deep in Karazhan." Khadgar looked confused.
McDonald looked around and saw pairs of eager eyes: "No, I believe they can do it. So, you do what you want first and push directly to the key node you think. And I
, just stay in the front hall and wait for the good news?"
"It's not impossible." Khadgar scratched his head.
By chance, Kaizi came to him during regular contact with the alliance military.
"Just in time, Kael'thas, you can lend Sagunar here to help."
"Okay." Kaizi said without any hesitation.
So, after McDonald quit the Karazhan strategy team, he added a tool man.
McDonald's summoned the personal knights of the Stratholme family, and, surrounded by Calpurnia and Solanlian, they oddly chose to meet Kaizi at the opera house in Karazhan.
Kaizi glanced at the place that once belonged to Medivh, where Medivh and his vassals enjoyed the romantic opera, and felt strange. In his impression, Macdonald had never liked arty art.
So much so that there used to be a lot of musicians, dancers, etc. who served the nobles of Lordaeron, but they couldn't get along well.
A corner of the opera house that the attendants had cleaned. This was originally a noble box. Even though it was hastily cleaned, it still looked full of style.
Macdonald even discovered a phantom gramophone in the opera house that had never appeared in history, and it could produce the corresponding symphony just by inputting the music score.
Of course, this is the phantom of Karazhan, or the ghost band is playing. You can also say that this is [yin music].
When Beethoven's "Fate" was played, the majestic momentum suddenly shocked Kaizi and his two advisors.
"It's really amazing music. I didn't expect Karazhan to have such a place." Kaizi admired it sincerely.
"Well, it's very interesting, but it's a pity that this place belongs to Khadgar. So don't miss it, we can enjoy it to the fullest this time." McDonald leaned on the newly replaced lounge chair, stretching his posture.
Finally, after finishing the song, Kaizi finally spoke: "Master, this visit is about the blood oath of Astalo..."
