Just thinking about it, I know that there is something wrong with that thing. Who the hell dares to drink green water?
It doesn’t mean that there is nothing in those green waters. For example, a good fisherman can catch [Demon Blood Snapper] in those green soup-like water bodies.
But that thing... no matter how you think about it, you can't eat it in reality, right?
Who wouldn’t become thin after eating a fish full of evil energy?
At this time, Viren reminded the alliance's top management very solemnly: "This is a difficult problem. Even if you bring water in, there are no facilities to ensure that the water body is not polluted."
Whenever this happens, everyone looks at McDonald in unison.
"Well, the Alliance has also considered the situation where the water storage is contaminated by natural disasters and plagues. So our engineers invented this [Holy Light Water Filter]." McDonald changed the subject: "Now is the time for the Draenei to show their value.
Already."
Wei Lun, that embarrassment, your alliance has taken us Delaney into the trap, and the co-authorship is to let us do environmental protection and professionally protect and purify water bodies? How about we register a brand called [Delaini Water Purifier] in the future?
Just as Viren was about to protest, the alliance bosses clapped their hands and applauded.
Magni: "You can have this."
Tyrande: "Every alliance member should contribute to the best of his or her ability."
The direction of the wind is almost one-sided.
It is not without reason that the draenei were blackballed by McDonald and relegated to a second-rate race.
You Germans claim to be brave, but your individual combat power is not necessarily much stronger than that of other races, and there are so few of you that a random battle can be enough to wipe out your race.
Can't send it to the front line? Well, let me let you contribute some spaceship technology. You said it was lost or something, and you can't use it or build it.
If you only want to preach in the alliance and get the divine right of kings, who will treat you?
Let the draenei collectively serve as water purifiers instead of being sent to the front line as cannon fodder. In the eyes of the alliance bosses, this is McDonald's greatest kindness.
This matter was decided happily.
On April 2, 13th year of the Dark Portal, the Alliance fought on the easternmost side of Terokkar Forest. As long as they crossed this river, they would reach the boundary of Shadowmoon Valley.
Looking into the distance, the east is shrouded in black clouds. From time to time, one or two absolutely abnormal green lightning flashes among the clouds rolling like hot porridge. The sky and the earth are dark, except for the distant sky.
The yellow light that traverses the sky and the earth reflects the image of the earth that seems to have become dark and dirty after carbonization into the eyes of the Alliance soldiers.
Arthas carried the Balrog Hammer emitting flames on his back, holding the reins of the black dragon Flegel in one hand, and approached McDonald: "It's really disgusting, it's like we are declaring war on an eternal night."
Riding on the even larger Black Dragon Princess, McDonald raised his lips and said, "The dawn will always come."
Rarely, Alsace asked: "What if the dawn doesn't come for a long time?"
McDonald looked at the shining golden Silver Hand Paladins at the front of the phalanx, and said loudly: "Then let yourself turn into light, and go forward one after another to open up a road leading to the dawn!"
His absolute confidence inspired all the soldiers around him and made them scream.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live the Grand Duke of Stratholme!"
What was supposed to be perfect has already been laid.
Onyxia also stretched her dragon's neck in response, took a deep breath, and probably roared.
Who knew that when the roar reached my mouth, it would become...
"Meow"
The love is sincere and the aftertaste is long, just like a cat in spring.
McDonald:???
All the soldiers:???
When a group of people have question marks on their foreheads, it means that it is not they who have the problem, but you, Onyxia!
The Black Dragon Princess experienced a social death on the spot!
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and took a deep breath. The violent shadow flames suddenly sprayed into the air and no one was there. The blazing flames dispelled the haze that seemed to be approaching from Shadowmoon Valley.
No matter what, the power of [Deep Breath] is definitely enough to fortify!
"Let's go!" McDonald raised his hand while the iron was hot,
"Got it!" The second fool bowed, turned around and shouted: "Let's go"
The military order was issued and the army set off.
It wasn't until the Alliance army led by tanks passed through the metal bridge built in advance on the river that McDonald patted Onyxia on the back and whispered: "What kind of plane did you just do, you idiot!?
"
Onyxia said aggrievedly: "My master asked me to meow like a cat last night, and I got it right."
"..." McDonald took a few seconds to add: "Remember to distinguish the occasion next time."
"Yes..." A certain female dragon lowered her head aggrievedly.
After raising her head again, she was suddenly startled.
Huh? When did I become so obedient?
Shouldn't I hate this man who threatens me with [Demon's Soul]?
Why do I think this has nothing to do with the platinum plate?
Obviously he should not be obedient, he should hate him, and he should secretly plot to subvert Stratholme, but he just can't do it. He just feels that every plot he has will be seen through, and he will die badly once the plot is exposed.
You shouldn't be obedient, but you are obedient.
This strange feeling of contradiction has been tormenting her all these years.
Onyxia is a little confused. When did she become so obedient? Is it because she is afraid of her father's pursuit? Or is she afraid of McDonald, who can kill even gods?
If she can't offend her, she can always hide away, right?
Why did I become so depraved and stay here obediently, being ridden day and night by a little human being?
She found reasons for her behavior over and over again, but she could never find the answer.
She didn't feel like she was like those female elves who were blinded by lard and were crazy about McDonald, but she was used to obeying his every command and occasional communication.
When he points his hand, she will rush forward ferociously and bite her enemy; when he pats the dragon's ass, she will consciously raise her buttocks and let him ride on; when he shows the dragon training stick, she will also please him.
Welcoming each other along the road.
The others had a close friendship, but they had a close friendship, and their bodies were perfectly compatible. Onyxia never wanted to admit that McDonald was her master when she was thinking about it in her mind.
Recently, it seems that this feeling is not bad...
Alas, life is not easy for a dragon!
…
Coming back to this, the recent history of the Alliance is more like a magnificent history of conquest.
The legend of the Alliance's invincible God of War continues, and the courage of the soldiers has always been high.
Even when they entered a place as scary as Shadowmoon Valley, no one showed any fear.
The army marched in an orderly manner, just as the reconnaissance report said. When they set foot on the barren lava plain, the first thing they encountered was not a large number of demons, but various powerful monsters that had been mutated by evil energy.
The Demon Fire Dilophosaurus is about the size of a minibus and looks a bit like a Stegosaurus. These violent beasts rush over regardless and naturally fall prey to the 20mm cannon.
The march on the first day went smoothly, but when we set up camp, the test had just begun.
