Stratholme God

Chapter 560 Knocking on Nozdormu

After reaching a py deal with Mr. Wang in order to sell the head of a certain boss of the Burning Legion, McDonald felt at ease.

(Mystery voice: I don’t want to lose face with chicken and eggs!?)
That flirtatious look looks like she just took a sauna in winter, or falls on the ice with the air conditioner blowing on a hot day.

To be honest, even if he really recruited him, someone like Mai, there was nothing he could do, it just depended on the system.

It’s okay if some missions with a guarantee are issued, but if there is no guarantee, then I’m sorry, please help that Mr. Hawk*Xingchen.

This is like buying a fund. No matter how low the interest rate of the capital-guaranteed funds of X’ebao is, the annual rate is only 2%, at least it can’t trap your money.If it is replaced by 'poisoning risk' and 'high poisoning risk', it means moderate loss and huge loss.

Don't look at celebrity managers, just ask if you have a bit of a brain, which celebrity managers used to appear every year, but now which one doesn't end up with funds?

If people have that ability, why should they lead retail investors to make money?

Cooperate with the inside and outside, cooperate with the gold master father that you have agreed with yourself, you sell and I buy, collectively stealing retail investors' money, won't this make more money?Isn't this more fragrant?
Anyway, based on the fact that the world has not yet collapsed and the closed time loop has not been destroyed, the Azeroth Front Army should have succeeded in the Battle of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.

Then don't blame me for being up for grabs.

The system is not working well, I won't work, sir.

The figured-out McDonnell is ready to be sold.

Tyrande didn't know why McDonald was happy. She recalled all the details of the mysterious strong man before, and became more and more suspicious.

"Wait, isn't that Hawk*star is your alias?"

"How could I come up with such a meaningless name?" McDonald waved his hands indifferently.

His free and easy, but made Tyrande uncertain.

Inspecting the Stonetalon Mountains is different from inspecting the Barrens. There is a strong alliance army at the crossroads, and the northern part of the Barrens can be regarded as the rear.The terrain of the petrified mountains was complicated, and there were no so-called necessary roads or dangerous barriers. Tyrande immediately increased the guards to three thousand, most of them were extremely mobile huntresses.

Even if she is attacked by the tribe, she is confident to handle it.

It is always right to be cautious. Along the way, sentries came to report from time to time, and they discovered the spies of the tribe.The elf sentinels just shot arrows around the tribal scouts, and very 'politely' drove those scouts away.

'Territory in contention' is no joke.

Both parties received death orders from the upper echelon prohibiting fighting, and they both gave in tacitly.

Many troll spies just gouged out the elves, turned around and left silently.

Not long after, he was hanging far behind the mixed army of elves and humans to spy.

In other words, McDonnell didn't pay much attention to it, after all, he still cared about it, and the scenery of the Stonetalon Mountains is quite bad, the terrain is rugged, and many places are bare peaks, which is really nothing to see.

The night elves have no plans to expand on a large scale for the time being.

It was only because there was a small road leading to the Stonetalon Mountains just south of Astrana in Ashenvale that Tyrande took precautions and set up guard towers in the area just entering the mountain pass.

"The terrain here is not good for human artillery, right?" Tyrande asked.

"It's okay, humans are also good at mountain warfare."

"Ok?"

"We have mortars that are good at high parabolic shooting, and large-caliber mortars can also deal with ogres. Of course, there is no way to go to the level of Goron."

"That……"

"I can arrange for 2000 human soldiers to come and deploy the defense." McDonnell's straightforwardness made Tyrande very comfortable.

This kind of bare mountain land full of red soil is really not the night elves' forte.

It's not that you can't fight, but the battle loss ratio will be very bad.

After finalizing the layout plan for this place, they brought their people back to the Astrana Fortress, which was considered to be the end of this tour.

Walking with Tyrande, McDonnell suddenly received a 'call' from Nozdormu.

Tyrande watched in amazement, and McDonald 'passed out' on the spot.Wa Niang next to him hugged him familiarly.

If it wasn't for the familiar Ysera's dream power that filled the surrounding space, she would really have thought that there was something messy about McDonald's.

Now it's more of envy - even Malfurion has never had the opportunity to communicate with Queen Ysera so frequently!
Once he came back to his senses, he realized that he was pulled into a familiar dream space again, and the distance was full of green and confused scenes. McDonald was so embarrassed that he said at the beginning: "Ysera, didn't I say not to drag me in casually?" ? At least say hello to me, let me prepare a bit. I fell asleep suddenly for no reason, and it was very embarrassing."

"Ah, this, I'm sorry." Ysera lowered her tap on the spot.

The Emerald Dragon King's attitude of admitting mistakes is so good, of course Lord MacDonald doesn't care about it.

Ysera glanced at McDonald, and then slowly disappeared into the space, leaving McDonald to talk to Nozdormu according to the old rules.

"You guessed it right. Something went wrong in the War of the Ancients, and the Brox Saurfang I sent died prematurely." The humanoid Nozdormu looked stern: "Although I don't want to, I will I can only send you there..."

"Wait!" McDang Keping raised his right palm and made a prohibitive gesture: "Who said I want to go."

Nozdormu was speechless for a moment: "You..."

"When the world is in crisis, call me immediately, and let me go when you don't need me. Am I such a low-ranking person? If you don't like me and my subordinates so much, then we'll leave here forever Yes. Anyway, I don’t have any fetters or obsessions with this world. This Azeroth should be destroyed if it is to be destroyed, hurry up!”

McDonnell choked Nozdormu to death immediately by retreating.

He widened his kryptonite longan eyes, and suddenly realized that he was really in a position to complain about McDonald's.

He and his subordinates, after all, are another black household that Medivh stuffed in, and they are the objects of the Bronze Dragon Clan's key surveillance and precautions.

People suddenly said quit, the bronze dragon really has nothing to do.

If you were a native of Azeroth, you could still use the phrase 'we live on the same land, share the same breath and share the same fate' to dismiss.But these black households are the same fart!
Don't look at McDonald's taking away the original dead ghost, the source of his soul has never been in Azeroth.

What's more, McDonnell and his men were no longer ordinary stowaways, they stayed with Nozdormu's permission.The point is, McDonald and the others proved their strength.

Nozdormu had at least seen thousands of Azeroth worlds destroyed by Archimonde.

The parallel world of Azeroth that can continue to follow the original historical wheel is a minority after all.

"What do you want?" Nozdormu gritted his teeth, but was suddenly discouraged.He really can't hate it.

He was assigned the task of guarding by the titans, but others did not.

"Open the upper limit of strength, and give me and my hero templates."

(End of this chapter)