novellk Chapter 886 Druid disconnected
Chapter 886 Druid disconnected
Chapter 886 Druid disconnected
If Naga doesn't come to make trouble, the rest will be easier to deal with.
Whether it's the swamp stalkers wandering in the major waterways of Zangarmarsh, hunting everywhere, or the sick version of the draenei who build huts in shallow waters, they are all easier to deal with.
At this time, Stratholme engineers can be said to be alone in the world.
They spared no effort to use inferior steel bars, welded them into large iron frames, loaded them into the big crimson rocks of Hellfire Peninsula, and then transported them to the front line in armored vehicles.
The large cages filled with stones were pushed by bulldozers into the waterways of different depths.
Everyone read that right, this thing is exactly the same as the operation used to close the dams that lacked dikes during the flood fighting and emergency rescue of the Celestial Dynasty.
After all, there is water flow in the waterway. If you throw cement and sandbags into it, it may be washed away, and the efficiency is low.Simply throwing large iron cages that are eight meters long, two meters wide and two meters high, filled with stones and smashed down, that is the modern version of throwing whips and breaking the flow.
If you add sandbags, basically a river will disappear.
Introduce the overflowing river water into the artificial water channel prepared in advance with bulldozers, so that the large swamp area will be forcibly filled. It is estimated that by mid-February 13, a detour to the southeast of Zangar Marsh will be opened. Department, the road leading to Terokkar Forest.
Why did you do this?
It's not that the road from Hellfire Peninsula to Terokkar is not easy to walk. It is impossible to open a road without leveling half of the forest.
Moreover, there is another reason why McDonald ordered the front line to pave roads and build bridges crazily - there is only one narrow mountain road leading to the Nagrand area in the south where the orcs are entrenched in the Zangar Marsh. It would be wonderful if the alliance intercepted this mountain pass in advance !
Both sides are fighting for time!
After the tribe knew the progress of the alliance, Thrall gritted his teeth, and all the elite troops of the tribe took turns to fight towards the south of Zangar Marsh day and night.
The landform of the Zangar Swamp is quite special. The entire central and northern parts are continuous large lakes, and the three directions of east, west and south are basically swamps with dense waterways.
According to this progress, the alliance, which is steady and steady every minute, will not be able to catch up with the tribe.
Without it, the Alliance can't follow the example of the Horde and spare their lives.
If the soldiers of the alliance die, they will be given pensions.
Horde... What's a pension?
At this moment, McDonald, who received the news, let out a long sigh.
Cirvanas turned around and hugged McDonnell: "How about I sneak in and shoot a cold shot?"
"Silly! I'm not questioning your ability. This trivial matter requires the heroine of the alliance to do it herself?"
Queen Xi greatly benefited: "Then why are you sighing?"
"No, this trick is just a bit too damaging."
Queen Xi saw that McDonald's expression became subtle, and she rolled her eyes—pretend!You keep pretending!What kind of boss, what kind of younger brother, you pretend that I don't know the shit about those guys under your Trident?
Translating Queen Xi's mood, she probably praised McDonald and Sand Sculpture Players as the same breed.
Over there, in the system group, McDonald yelled: "It seems [Kuro] is dancing a lot recently!"
Administrator: "Well, it's the seventh time to mute."
Not long after, something happened to the tribe.
"Report to the warchief, we have a male blood elf who died in a well."
"What!?" Thrall was surprised: "Go, take me there!"
The blood elves are almost all Faye, and this group of blood elves can be said to be responsible for the beauty and magic of the tribe.Thrall still didn't trust the Forsaken, because he couldn't figure out what the Sun King was going to be.
Blood elves are baby bumps!
If it is said that the death of a wyvern, Thrall's heartache level is 5, then the death of a blood elf mage is 250.
Thrall followed the footsteps of the guards and went to the well.
Not surprisingly, he saw Rommath, the blood elf archmage.
The water in the swamp is not just for drinking.Seemingly clean water often has various parasites, even if it is boiled like a human being, it is not necessarily safe to drink.Because some eggs are hatched in high temperature water.
The safest way is to dig a well in a place with relatively thick land and use soil to filter the water body, which can at least reduce most parasites.
At this time, boil the water and drink it after cooling down, the stomach of the orc can handle it.
Thrall leaned over and looked at the corpse.
The death of the deceased was very strange: the body was bowed backwards, hands and feet were tied behind the back, and the ropes on the body showed a tortoise-like binding method. It was obvious that he was killed at a glance.
What was even more bizarre was that Rommath had spoken.
He was extremely sure: "It's not my subordinate."
"Huh?" Sal was dumbfounded.
"I brought less than two hundred mages this time. I recognize each of them. This is definitely not my sin'dorei." Not only did Rommath say this, but the blood elves behind him nodded together.
"Minister of Kael'thas* Sunstrider?"
Unexpectedly, Rommath still shook his head: "I have lived for four thousand years, and my memory is very good. As long as I have seen the Quel'dorei, I will recognize them. Let alone the Sin'dorei who are even rarer in number."
So what's going on?
Sal and the others are really confused.
Since there is no loss for our own side, this matter is considered a case without a head.
What Thrall didn't expect was that almost every hour after that, he would receive news of a blood elf's sudden death.The corpses of blood elves are scattered in almost every well.
The weirdest thing was that the blood elves who died suddenly all had similar faces.
"What's going on here!?" Thrall was furious, questioning the guard guarding the well.
The guard was extremely wronged: "I, we didn't know, we heard a plop, and then found the body."
This time, even Rommath was uncertain.Who dares to say that there will be no evil thing, replace his subordinates, leave a fake one in place, and then the genuine Master is killed, and then sinks to the bottom of the well?
It made Rommath let his subordinates demonstrate magic one by one. After all, appearance can be deceiving, and the level of magic cannot be fooled.
An hour later, Rommath still found nothing.
The entire tribal camp was in a tizzy, but the shamans were pretty sure there was no poison in the well water.
What the hell!
what is the problem?
The battle was still going on, and the soldiers who retreated in front wanted to rest and reorganize. After a moment of hesitation, Thrall still let them drink the well water.
Soon...
"Report to the chief, the guy who drank the well water is restless."
Sal:? ? ?
When he arrived at the scene, Sal was stunned.
Hundreds of tribal soldiers rolled all over the ground.
Some yelled "Don't kill me", and were scared to the shit.
There are those who yell the name of the orc girl, and then mess around.
There were also those who yelled "I'm going to kill you" and kept eating mushrooms with their fangs after being tied up.
After checking for a long time, Archdruid Hamuul* Runetotem came to a conclusion: "Grand Chief, we may have been careless. These strange corpses of blood elves seem to be able to carry out some kind of spiritual pollution on the water body."
"what!?"
At the same time, McDonald, who received the news of the stagnation of the tribal army, was a little embarrassed.
"Hey, let the filthy god commit suicide by throwing himself into a well. I always feel that the Druid is disconnected—there is a lack of a great virtue!"
(End of this chapter)