A pair of bright big eyes, there is nothing ferocious and expressive, nothing cold and vicious, but only an extremely humble intention to please.
Even though most of her face was shrouded in black shadow, how could McDonald's not recognize this female dragon?
Shocked!
As a mere mount, how dare you touch the Mai family's automatic rifle?
What's going on?
McDonald couldn't understand why it would be like this. All he wanted was [Onyxia's Reins].
What's the problem with mount control? Who am I offending if I collect all mounts?
While McDonald was thinking wildly, the vertical grip had an idea of its own.
Modern soldiers are trained to assemble firearms while blindfolded.
A little clumsy, Onyxia didn't wait for McDonald to give the order, sneaked away, accurately grabbed the vertical grip, and started to maintain the gun parts with her eyes closed.
Perhaps because she was too nervous and scared, the Black Dragon Princess's movements were slightly trembling, so that several times the vertical grip came loose due to the intense trembling.
However, before McDonald could get angry or scold her, Onyxia took it as acquiescence and allowed her to continue.
This dragon has obviously been studied in advance but has no actual combat experience. Its movements are unfamiliar, but it is impossible to make any mistakes.
I don't know why, when she was getting better, McDonald's thought of the word "tequila".
Don't ask, just ask and your tongue will shine like a lotus flower!
The last step in assembling a gun is test firing. If you don’t fire the bullets from the drum drum, who knows if your gun parts have been assembled incorrectly?
The moment she finished servicing the gun parts, she felt the ferocious firepower. The black dragon princess was so frightened that she sat back and actually broke the baffle under the desk. Then she crawled away on her hands and knees and ran out of the study.
McDonald just wanted to scold her and punish her for the serious crime of murdering the descendants of the Mai family. At least he shouted at her and told her to go back and know what the rules were.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it.
I, Great Sage Mai, will not take into account Xiaolong’s faults.
Valeela showed up pretending, holding the latest battle report.
McDonald is willing to hold his forehead, but sitting in this position is tiring. Either he is busy with everything, or he is busy with everything.
Business was important, he opened the report and looked at it.
Kaizi's Northern Expedition went very smoothly. He raided Gruul's lair and obtained a batch of epic equipment. These were relics of the Draenei that Gruul once slaughtered. After sorting them out, it was also an equipment upgrade for the second-line heroes.
The Second Idiot's southern expedition is also progressing well. The Second Idiot took people to Auchindoun to beat the elemental boss Momoor. To be fair, Momoor, who turned the outskirts of Auchindoun into a wilderness of bones, is compared with the big screw of Balrog Rag.
They are not on the same level at all. Victory is only a matter of time.
McDonken is most concerned about Nagrand.
It must be admitted that all the great heroes who can leave their names in the history of Azeroth have two brushes.
And Sal is worthy of his reputation as a cheater.
When the mountain road was blown up by McDonald's and the second half of the road was still full of mines, Thrall chose the most dangerous and effective path. He left the army behind to be led by Vol'jin and Varok, and he
With less than a hundred personal guards, he used all the tribe's wyverns to fly straight over the mountains and into the Nagrand region.
Thrall's legendary name became even louder on this day. The first thing he did when he returned to the ancestral land of the orcs was to change his profession to shaman.
Thrall in this life changed classes much later than in history. After all, he was not waiting for Orgrim's [Doomhammer] inheritance.
Don't forget, his bond with the Frostwolf clan is much better than it was in history.
Drek'Thar, this old orc is not only the Tarzan Beidou in the shaman world, but also historically the leader of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan's best friend, and the mentor of Warchief Thrall.
In "World of Warcraft", Alterac, the large battlefield that players are most familiar with, is guarded by Radek to fight against the invading Stormpike troops.
After Thrall came up with the idea of turning to shamanism, he found the old shaman Drek'Thar and practiced the shamanic way.
Sal has already achieved success these days, all he lacks is an opportunity.
No one expected that just after returning to Nagrand, the shaman would recover in one fell swoop or appease several elemental spirits that were raging in the area. In the eyes of the old-fashioned orcs who believed in shamanic teachings, this was simply like a god descending to earth.
His performance conquered the hearts of many orc shamans.
It just so happened that the Thunder God clan helped the evildoers, killing the orcs wantonly and forcing the orcs to join the "Burning Legion".
Then, the shaman raised his arms and shouted, and millions of beasts responded.
One party wants to turn all orcs into evil orcs and bring them under the jurisdiction of the devil.
One party wants to liberate the trapped orcs and take them away from this void continent that is collapsing every day.
This irreconcilable contradiction is destined to lead to a war.
The two sides combined to have more than one million troops, and the decisive battle began in Nagrand, near the central city of Haran, on the plain southwest of Haran.
"For the great Queen Cailitris! Kill all the weak old orcs." Fenris, who was named the warchief of the evil orcs, raised his battle ax and said, "Charge!"
The climate in Nagrand is far more favorable than other areas in Outland.
This is also the last safe haven for the orcs.
It's just this battle that will determine the final ownership of this harbor.
It's drizzling.
The tomahawk raised in the rain and the water mist it brought up were like an arc of cool green light.
Fenris raised his beast bone battle ax stained with evil energy, and his figure stood proudly in the rain. In response to his call, the evil orcs invariably raised their battle axes or clubs, and made a shocking roar.
roar.
These weapons suddenly raised in the mist are like mountains of swords and seas of bones suddenly rising in the dark night.
The phalanx of evil orcs began to move.
The destructive desire of the devil's blood drove their pace to become faster and bigger, and finally they were almost running wildly. From time to time, evil orcs would lead the way, and they would soon be overtaken by the guys on the left and right like crazy.
The row of evil orcs running at the front were wearing typical demon guard armor, with evil shoulder armor connected to each other. In addition, their eyes exuded evil aura. From a distance, they looked like a team.
The demonic army directly under the Burning Legion.
This moving front is constantly changing and advancing amidst the changes.
Thrall stood on a hill in front of the battle line of the orc compatriots. He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. He felt the malice coming from the opposite side. Looking at the group of former compatriots who seemed to want to destroy all the good things in the world, he suddenly understood why.
Back then, the Kingdom of Stormwind suffered a complete defeat in the First Battle of the Dark Portal.
Unexpectedly, the guy who endured the frenzy of the evil orcs turned out to be himself today.
Thrall had no way out, and the tribal army was still trapped in the mountain pass, unable to move. In order to clear the mines, prisoners of all races were used, but the progress was still slow.
The only people he can rely on are himself and these compatriots from the old era.
Next to Thrall, a dozen elemental giants suddenly rose from the ground.
These elemental creatures possess all four elements of earth, water, fire and wind. The shortest earth elemental giant is ten meters tall.
Jumping on the shoulders of an earth elemental giant spirit, looking at the enemy's evil torrent, Thrall's thousands of words turned into one sentence:
