Stratholme God

Chapter 455 Trust Sand Sculpture Players Over [-] Million Points (Monthly Pass Asked)

In the past, the filthy gods boasted how chaotic they were, and McDonald was always skeptical.

No more doubts now!
Who are those strong natural disasters who were polluted by them just now?
Gavin Ladd being brainwashed into a magical girl alone is worth the price of admission.

Hot eyes are one thing, but this has indeed reduced the combat power of the Scourge Legion, and by the way, formed a deterrent force, so that the opponent did not dare to project their troops in the Emerald Dream unscrupulously.

If you don't blow it up, if the Scourge doesn't improve its style of play, how many will come, and how much sand sculpture players will pollute.

McDonnell even doubted that if the level cap of sand sculpture players were relaxed and they were allowed to act recklessly, it would reversely pollute the ancient gods of Azeroth into teasers.

cough cough!The variables are quite large.

Those filthy gods dare to eat the meat smashed by Cthulhu's son, I really can't imagine what else they dare not do.

Ysera opens up more permissions, which means that players have more room to weave their dreams - Ysera was afraid of the pollution they caused, and each dream could only be limited to a small environment. As a result, what toilet bullying incident, what The secret room killing play has been produced, and the duration of the dream is also limited to 10 minutes.

Today, the players who perform well and have the highest KDA, er, most of them are dirty gods, they are allowed to control a space the size of an indoor football field, and weave dreams in it at will.

As set before, every dream must have a fulcrum, which is the so-called flaw.How to cover up these seemingly real flaws with seemingly absurd truths is a test of the dream weaver's skills...

It should have been like this.

The problem is that the sand sculpture players just want to have fun, no matter what is reasonable or not, basically they are trying their best to die, even the dreams of "the domineering president gave birth to 70 billion children to occupy the earth", which can make normal people have cerebral hemorrhage instantly. The plans are all worked out.

To focus, here is not a domineering president and a harem with a unit of [billions], scientific artificial insemination, which took N years to make, but only one president's wife...

please!Even if each cub weighs less than 4 grams like a kangaroo at birth, and 70 billion cubs are born in one breath, with this speed and kinetic energy... anyway, McDonald can't count the zeros in the back, and he can't even count the zeros.

Just the kinetic energy generated by the production speed, ahem, it is estimated that any satellite orbital gun will definitely be weaker than it.

Normally, this is already a huge flaw.

The only thing that can give McDonald some comfort is that the real elite operators will give god-level repairs.

For example, [Qi Ya Da Da] brilliantly changed the name of the president's wife to Lilith.

Yes, it is the legendary mother of demons, Lilith.

This becomes intriguing.

Mother of Demons playing Splinter Cell?Or a demon clone?70 billion in one go, believe it or not?
Those without brains will not believe it on the spot, but those with brains will think too much.

Blind spots of thinking come out.

The perfect cooperation between real sand sculpture players and elite operators has become a seemingly absurd dream, with murderous intentions everywhere.

Follow the principle of equivalence required for dream weaving: the fewer flaws, the less lethal the dream; the more flaws, the more backlash the dream breaker will have to bear if he fails.

The god-level tiankeng created by a group of sand sculptures completely annihilated the dream vanguard army of the Scourge.

Now Ysera waved her big claws and gave them an upgraded version. Each dream can have a space the size of two football fields at most, so there is a lot of room for fuss here.

For a while, a group of sand sculptures worked hard to make trouble.

McDonnell just browsed through a few, and felt that he needed to wash his eyes on the spot.

After a while of dizziness, he decided not to watch it.

Slowly waking up from the dream...

Huh?This time, two things blocked my eyes again.

With his kryptonite eyes wide open, McDonald finally saw Kalia's shy face through the gap in Lordaeron Canyon.

Forget it all, he found that he was still holding his hands, like grinding his teeth, gently gnawed teeth marks on the back of the white and tender hands.

"Ah, this..." MacDonald was dumbfounded.

Could this be another large-scale social death scene?
No!wrong!I clearly remember that before I was summoned by Ysera, I asked for leave first, and rolled into my own bed before falling asleep.

How is this going?

Kalia blushed: "Master, you just yelled and said 'hand', so I handed it to you, and then..."

Fuck!Did I take Kalia's hand as Ysera's and gnaw it?

Am I eating chicken feet?
Uh, no, it should be Dragon Claw.

McDonald's desire to complain about himself was already overflowing, but he couldn't say it at this time. He was enjoying the happiest knee pillow treatment, and even gnawed on Kalia's hand. He didn't know what expression to use to face his childhood sweetheart.

"It's okay." Kalia lightly threw the pastor's [Recovery] to herself, and the faint mark on her hand disappeared: "I offended the lord."

Seeing that Kalia was the only one in the room, McDonald was not so nervous: "Uh, there is no outsider, you don't have to be so outsider. What do you have to do with me!"

"Really?" Kalia tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "You are hiding from me, right?"

"This……"

Kalia took a few deep breaths, and the peak of Lordaeron swayed a few times, her jade face flushed instantly.Even so, she still mustered up her courage: "I used to be able to feel your naked desire in the palace, but you didn't dare to touch me every time because of my princess status. But now? The royal family of Menethil It’s all gone, why do you still suppress yourself?”

yes!Why should I suppress myself?

Even McDonald is asking himself.

McDonnell adjusted his posture and let his face sink into the canyon: "I'm afraid!"

"Are you afraid?"

"The leader of the Burning Legion, Archimonde, will come to the world of Azeroth at any time. He is a super powerful demon that can single-handedly turn the entire human world into ashes. If I can't do it well, there will be no future for human beings and even the entire alliance." The pressure on me is too great, and I am afraid that an extra emotional concern will affect my judgment."

McDonnell was telling the truth, Medivh had shown him clips from other parallel worlds.Not every Archimonde in every world would go directly to the World Tree. In many worlds, he wandered all over the continent of the Eastern Kingdom and wiped out all human civilization before he leisurely went to Mount Hyjal.

"I understand. Don't worry, I won't put pressure on you." Kalia gently stroked McDonald's face: "But people's nerves will collapse if they are too tense. When it's time to rest, you still have to take a good rest." Rest. Don’t you have many trustworthy subordinates? You can give a lot to the elite of the Trident!"

Kalia gently kissed McDonald's forehead.

For some reason, although the scene in front of him is very fragrant, McDonald just doesn't have any glamorous thoughts.

"OK, all right."

McDonald didn't know that something happened as soon as he delegated power.Uh, it caused the Scourge to have a big problem.

(End of this chapter)