Chapter 223 My Little Joe is a thief 6 (2 more)

  Lothar used his troops, and everything was stable.

   He is a good old man with a wide range of contacts. He begs his grandfather to tell his grandmother, and pulls out a huge army to face the enemy.

  McDonald was willing to use his troops, and he seemed to be even and steady.

   After playing with him, you know that whoever believes that this theoretically just expired Zhengtai is pure will be unlucky.

   is the so-called pink hair cut is black!

  MacDonald, a good young man influenced by Grandpa Mao, beat the orcs into a daze with a combination of punches.

   The orcs sent messengers over, and the sand sculpture players attacked. Of course, McDonald's agreed.

   In other words, there is a traitor among your orcs, who has ruined your hometown, and you clean up the door yourself! What is Azeroth doing to occupy human territory?

   Start massacres, play genocide again, and then be defeated and enslaved after the fact, don't pretend to be pitiful.

   If you are playing games, it’s not a problem if there are players who wash the land for the tribe. Now that he has passed through, his **** decides his head, and McDonald’s will naturally stand firmly on the side of humans.

   Anyway, I ran away after MacDonald got the Dark Portal after World War II, so I won't give you a way out in the world, don't blame me for not talking about Wudeha!

   As early as the spy reported that Grom had left Westfall, MacDonald had budgeted for the dynamics of the orc army.

   On July 1st, almost at the same time that the orcs held the chief meeting, a 'guerrilla team' ushered in the western wilderness coast.

  Grian Stallman, a young native of the Wild West, loved the land. Seeing that the former granary of Stormwind Kingdom was desolate due to the wanton plundering of orcs, his heart ached.

  According to the orders of the Regent Lord Lothar and the Duke of Stratholme, he brought more than 3,000 Western Wilderness volunteers and a large number of equipment, adhered to the tactics instigated by someone, and became prosperous in this land.

   At four o'clock in the morning that day, he took nearly a thousand men and waited near the Gold Coast Mine due west of the Wild West. This mine is facing the sea, surrounded by murlocs who obey the instructions of humans, even an orc is unwilling to come here.

   Too close to the sea, orcs will be attacked by murlocs.

The    is too close to the mine, the narrow mine that turns around and turns around, can trap the orcs to death.

After all, on the first day of guarding the mine, Grian followed Mai’s suggestion and blocked half of the entrance of the mine with cement, leaving only a one-and-a-half meter high entrance. Think about it, come in and send it.

   It’s not that the orcs haven’t tried to dig in from other places, but the mining technology of the orcs at this point in time is really bad. Digging holes or something is really hard for this nomadic race.

   "Are you here?" Grian suddenly saw something.

   A dark cloud was blown away by the wind, and under the moonlight, it seemed like a city that never sleeps out of thin air in the distance, and the lights of thousands of houses light up the darkness.

  's men asked Grian: "This, my lord, is this what you call a guerrilla?"

  Grian's eyebrows jumped wildly, he didn't know what to say.

   A thousand sails!

   Could it be that the entire fleet of Kul Tiras has arrived! ?

   He really guessed right.

   Fleet 1, 2, and 4 are here, as well as a new transport fleet!

"Wait! Isn't this ship going to dock?" Looking at the giant ship that was getting closer to the coastline, Grian was dumbfounded on the spot. the fire as a code of response. He hadn't really thought that the Kul Tirans would use the largest cargo ship to come to shore.

  This is not Stormwind Harbor. There is no place in the Westfall that can be used as a deep-water harbor. Most of the coastline is full of craggy rocks and extremely gentle beaches.

  The last time he came back, he used a small sampan that could carry up to ten people to smuggle people and supplies ashore.

   dawdling, just looking at it makes me feel tortured.

   Such a big boat, doesn’t it mean that it will hit the rocks when it comes to it?

  Grian was stunned for a while, then ran frantically across the fire, grabbed two lit firewood and waved it desperately.

   "Stop! Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder!" He also understood that the people on the boat probably couldn't hear him, but he couldn't control himself.

   On the big ship, Fenna Jinjian also had a tingling scalp: "Still... have to move on!?"

   She looked at McDonald and the Master next to him suspiciously.

   Of course, McDonald's understood the panic of her boating master, and turned his head: "Trading on the ice and crossing the sea, what do you think?"

  Crossus had blue veins on his forehead.

   Do you call people, uh, dragons like this! ?

   "Call me Krasus!"

   "Understood! True Monarch! Alright! It's really a 'bacteria'!" Mic said deliberately crooked.

   For some reason, he wanted to bully Krasus when he looked at Licking Dragon's hard work.

   The thousands-year-old old dragon is so ignorant of cards. Crassus was angry, his eyes widened: Didn't you just refuse your request for my Luo Ning to work at your place? Can you use Her Majesty the Queen to oppress me?

  McDonald glared back at Lick Dragon: You can do it! Just do it!

   "Humph!" Krasus stood on the bow, raising his hand, the whole night sky shook.

  The coolness of the late summer night was evacuated for a while, and within a square kilometer, you could clearly feel the cold aura converging here.

   I didn't see how Krasus recited the spell, and a clear low-pitched cry, "Dong dong dong!" A white dragon claw suddenly appeared in the air more than ten meters above the sea.

   It's just that!

   Five thick ice prisms appeared!

  The terrifying frost element instantly freezes the sea water, creating five icy piers at right angles to the coast.

  Each pier is more than ten meters wide, from the sea surface to the bottom of the sea.

   This scene stunned everyone on the boat and on the shore.

  Bolvar finally understood why McDonald's had been teasing Krasus, the Kirin Tor Senator, as the [True Monarch on Ice and Crossing the Sea] every day for the past few days.

   Sure enough, the real Archmage does whatever he wants.

   "Be careful." MacDonald ordered Veresa casually.

   A happy blush appeared on the face of the female elf: "Well."

   The ranger troop who were transferred from place to place were not dissatisfied. They waited for the boat to dock on the ice dock, and immediately turned over and jumped off the boat.

  The shoes with ice thorns prepared in advance let them watch the mountains as if they were flying at sea. They crossed the ice surface of more than 100 meters in a few seconds and rushed to the front of the newly formed Western Wilderness guerrillas.

   "As ordered by the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, Anduin Lothar, we will defend the area near this place." The leading female elf threw a parchment scroll at Grian without looking back, and ran away with her men like the wind.

  Grian and his people were stupid.

   "My lord, was that the high elf ranger of Quel'Thalas just now?"

"Um."

   On the ship, a large number of sappers began to disembark. They quickly spread a lot of straw on the ice dock to facilitate the unloading of the goods behind.

   Immediately, the first ray of morning light shone on the coast of the Western Wilderness, and the tenth... fiftieth Frozen Pier appeared out of thin air.

   At six o'clock in the morning, Grian finally waited for the Duke of Fordragon and the Duke of Stratholme, whom he had longed for.

   The group came to the temporary command post of the Gold Coast Mine, and McDonald unfolded the blueprint: "I want to build the most stable rear area in the Wild West within a month."

  Bolvar looked a little uncomfortable at that moment - you are a Duke of Lordaeron, why are you holding a map of the Western Wilderness that is more detailed than our Stormwind City?

  Probably, this feeling is that you said to Zhou Gongjin, my little Joe is playing a bad six.

  Cough, please don't get me wrong, I'm referring to Xiao Qiao in "The King of Pesticide"!

   (end of this chapter)