Chapter 1186 The fission of the earth (middle)

   Onyxia, who was sitting on the last seat, turned to the side. She had been unable to sit steadily recently, and as soon as she sat down, a tingling pain came.

   But, the Black Dragon Princess is painful and happy.

  It was one thing for her to become a strangely arrogant and trembling M, and on the other hand, she finally knew that Mao had been **** her off a lot recently by McDonald's.

   As an incompetent guardian of the earth, she somehow sensed the changes in Deep Rock Continent.

   Looking at McDonnell's performance now, she still doesn't know that it was made by her father, so she will be a black dragon princess in vain.

   She was secretly happy when she thought that her father might one day be with the Malygos and his wife.

   "Oni, what's wrong?"

   "Uh, no, it suddenly occurred to me, if the faucet of my wicked father is also hung in Stratholme, where should it be hung?"

   When these words came out, everyone was very embarrassed.

   This is really a filial daughter.

   It is not unacceptable to think that Arthas is righteous before his relatives, and one more Onyxia is not unacceptable.

   Even the queen is still not separated, and the two fools who continue to rely on McDonald's dare to take up this topic: "Uh, isn't there enough room for the main entrance of Stratholme?"

   "It's big! I have to hang it on the back of the mountain." McDonald's replied casually, and the interested person immediately tasted different things.

   Normally, the size of the Nesario faucet is absolutely enough to hang on the front door.

   McDonald's said enough, that means that McDonald's actually knows a lot about Nesario's current situation?

   Does this mean that Deathwing is dead?

   Thinking of this, Onyxia's winking eyes became more and more tender: she was clearly saying, trample me! Master, don't begrudge me for being a little female dragon...

  McDonald froze for a moment, pretending he didn't see it.

Hi! It's still broad daylight!

   On the other hand, the bosses of the Throne Conference are so meticulous that they are uncharacteristically for someone Maomai, and they have done so many things before. I don't know how many leaders were heartbroken, hating that they didn't believe in McDonald's to the end, and made thorough disaster prevention preparations.

   The disaster that happened just now was the collapse of the sky and the earth, and the accompanying climatic anomalies were simply countless.

  What alpine basins are flooded by the river against the current, what happened in the spring and April but the grassland fires like summer, all kinds of outrageous events emerge in an endless stream.

   The staffs of various countries were so scared that they wet their pants. Before that, they were the ones who madly advocated taking the opportunity to beat the tribe. Fortunately, the upper levels did not adopt it, otherwise the tribe would have to take the same route: from Thunder Bluff to Desolace, from Thousand Needles to attack Feralas, and from Crater to Silithus.

  It's good now, several land routes have been cut off, especially Thousand Needles Stone Forest and Shining Plains are now land routes and land routes, which is outrageous.

   It is completely unimaginable, how many thousands of people will be drowned and how much heavy equipment will be lost if the army is entrenched in the Shining Plain.

  In the event of an accident, it is impossible for the head of the alliance to bear the blame. How can people be angry if eight hundred staff officers are not linked to the southeast branch?

   Now it cannot even be said that he was caught off guard. After all, the heads of countries received express hints from the leaders of the alliance in advance, and various disaster relief resources were prepared in advance.

  I also stocked up a lot of food. Thinking about the past winter, in order to hoard food, the Stratholme Empire even issued a ban on the ascension of the founding emperor to the throne. Only a few designated wineries were allowed to make wine, and they were so stingy that they only used less than three thousand tons of grain to make wine. One can imagine how cautious it is.

   Looking back now, everything was worth it.

  The Stratholme Empire's native grains were enough to feed the people for three years. That's not counting other enclaves.

  The reclamation of the boreal tundra was relatively early, and Rivendell was regarded as taking over a model of the territory that was built about 70%. After all, railways, fortresses and castles are all ready-made. Long before he killed the 'Tairun guy', McDonald ordered the Corps of Engineers to use tractors to open up wasteland in the southern part of the Borean Tundra.

  The weather is relatively cold, so that the land here is cultivated every year. It can cooperate with the offshore fishing industry that has been carried out long ago. Even if the work of recruiting immigrants has just started, there is definitely a lot of food here.

When something happened, he asked McDonald if he needed food support from his side.

   "Aiqing has a heart. I save enough food for 10 million people for four years. If you have surplus food, store it up first. Who needs it when you see it?"

   "Yes..." Rivendell understood the characteristics of his eldest hamster thoroughly.

  There are too many grain-producing areas in the Stratholme Empire, and the traditional Andorhal territory is not affected, at least the national grain is guaranteed. In addition, in recent years, the natural disasters and corrosion of Tirisfal Woodland and Hillsbrad Hills have been cleaned up a lot, and more than 20% of the food production has been restored. Not so nervous.

  The times have changed. With the vigorous promotion of diesel engine fishing boats, the annual catch can reach 200,000 tons.

   This greatly enriched the national table and stabilized the food supply.

  What canned sardines is definitely routine.

  A lot of canned food that can be kept for three years at room temperature is the biggest confidence for McDonald's to cope with the cataclysm.

   Besides, your cataclysm, you can't really blow up every piece of my territory, right?

   is blown up, it is not a catastrophe, but the destruction of the planet!

McDonald thought for a while, and instructed Barthelas: "The gate of the city is a bit empty recently, hang up a hundred profiteers who drive up prices. If there are nobles involved, get me a shrunk map and go there. Said that the previous survey team drew the map boundaries wrongly."

   So cruel! Cut the fief directly!

  Batheras swallowed: "This..."

   "Sir Benzema who drew the map will be responsible for this!"

and many more? The one who carried this pot is also called Benzema?

  Batheras didn't dare to ask.

  Who dares to make trouble at this time, I am afraid that the noble is definitely "a seated person" in the stormtroopers.

   The destruction of the cataclysm continues.

   After all, the evolution of the world is not completely in accordance with the historical line.

McDonald's soon received a bunch of bad news: a landslide in the eastern Alterac Mountains buried Andorhal's railroad to Southsea City; Gilneas collapsed forty square kilometers to the sea; the Redridge Mountains earthquake in Stormwind Kingdom , and then the collapse of the railway embankment leading to the Blasted Land, etc.

  The entire alliance was in a cloud of smoke.

The    Alliance has been forced to be like this, let alone the unprepared Horde.

  The new Warchief Garrosh was dumbfounded.

  If there is no cataclysm, this pot is all Thrall's. But as soon as he came to power, he gave him the entire version of [The Furious], which made him completely unable to fix it.

   "Great Chief, the gates of New Orgrimmar have collapsed!"

   "The Warchief, the landslide in southern Feralas, the hunting ground of the Warsong clan is gone—"

   "Great Chief, there was a landslide in the northern part of New Orgrimmar, and there was actually a lake."

  The wasteland of Silithus is rotten and rotten. Originally, the orcs would catch qiraji worms there to eat, as long as there are still big worms to eat, what about the ground split?

  This is not the case with Feralas. This is at least the main city of the orcs in name, the power center of the tribe. Suddenly there are so many bad things, and the orcs themselves are superstitious.

   (end of this chapter)