Stratholme God

   Chapter 250 Welcome back (1 more)

  Home, a somewhat unfamiliar word.

  I haven't been back for a year, except for the faces of my parents, all the faces of others have been faded in my memory.

  Like, like, like, I still have a legendary gossip girlfriend on Earth?

   McDonald glanced at the row of long white legs in front of him, and was very sure that he didn't actually have a female friend in his hometown.

  People are like this, the farther they are from their hometown, the more they miss them.

   Think about it, it’s probably been more than a month since you left your hometown in terms of Earth time?

   Silently click on the system window, see the transferred WeChat voice, click on it.

  【Smash it! Everything is fine at home, I saw your group photo in the company, not bad, all of you are in the front row...]

  McDonald noticed that Mr. Wang was stunned to help him get to almost C-rank in the company's group, not a passerby on the top of the mountain.

  Reminiscing about the things at home, McDonald's unconsciously lost his mind.

   In the eyes of the girls, it is natural to associate McDonald's almost non-stop campaign with his feet over the past year, and his return to Stratholme City.

   Veresa was a little shy: "I'm homesick... I'm a little bit too, I wonder how Lor'themar built our new home."

  The female ranger is obviously a little insincere.

   McDonald smiled and said, "If you want the Windrunner Tower, just say it. As long as the Sun King allows it, I didn't say that I won't let you go back."

"Really!?" Veresa was obviously emotional, her voice was full of surprise and excitement, and then she thought about McDonald's position and whispered: "That...Aren't you afraid that I won't come back when I go? "

   "I believe in you. But if the Sun King detains you, don't blame me for bringing an army of 300,000 to ask him for someone."

  What is mine is mine, and no one is allowed to touch it.

   McDonald's didn't realize how much of a psychological impact his words had on the elves.

   This is not only a manifestation of Stratholme's strong leadership, but more importantly, the powerful aura of 'rushing to the crown and turning into a red face' infected them.

   The other four female elves who heard these words couldn’t help thinking: If it was me, would McDonald’s come to ask for someone like this?

   doesn't mean that he and McDonald must have something.

   But the feeling of being valued and being competed for by the opponent with an astonishing strength equal to the power of a country... It's a bit wonderful.

   It is precisely because they are all abandoned sons of Quel'Thalas that there is harm in comparison!

  The Sun King? cut!

  Unconsciously, the Sunstrider royal family was lying down again.

   MacDonald opened his legs and walked ashore: "Let's go, go to Stormwind City, where a new magic circle has been built, and you can go to Lordaeron immediately."

   "That fee... sorry, I forgot."

   The teleportation fee at this point in time is still very expensive. Converting the consumed magic crystals to gold coins is about 100 gold coins per minute.

  Unfortunately, McDonald's has already passed the test, and he has a lot of magic stones from Sunwell on hand. Otherwise, just jumping around the portal will lead to a lot of losses. Well, I don't know how the system will react.

  The matter of leading the troops will be left to the Earl of Rivendell. He will take the Stratholme Army and slowly go back by boat in batches.

   McDonald took all the elven rangers and 2,000 cavalry and spent most of the day going to Stormwind City.

  The Mage District of Stormwind City is far from a beautiful place with green trees in later generations. After so many months of tossing, the ruins were barely cleaned up. There were broken tiles and remnants everywhere, but the Mage Tower in the center was barely restored.

   To put it badly, the Kingdom of Stormwind, which is in the recovery stage, is a dead poor ghost, and even the magic crystals needed to open the door are all from someone.

  Because he knew the time of his return in advance, as a hero of the Second Dark Gate War, McDonald's returned with his troops and received a very warm welcome.

  From the Wizard's Quarter, where the portal is located, to the King's Road, the three-kilometer blocks along the way are crowded with Lordaeron. Not only the citizens of Lordaeron itself, but many survivors from Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades spent days rushing here just to see the handsome faces of war heroes.

   The real point of the matter is that, in order to wait for McDonald, Alsace, who had already returned to the palace of Lordaeron in advance, kept it secret, that is, to accept the cheers of the people together.

   How popular are they?

   The flower shop in Lordaeron was cleared after a long time, and there was not a single wild flower left in the ten kilometers around the city.

  The majestic neighborhood, no matter what angle you turn your head, you can see the petals scattered from the terrace beside the street.

  From the precious violets, roses, phalaenopsis, to the plumeria that can be seen everywhere, the entire Lordaeron has become a sea of ​​flowers. Even the city guards who maintain order by the roadside are covered with petals on their shoulders, and the enthusiasm of the people can be imagined.

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

   "Long live Lordaeron!"

   "His Royal Highness Arthas is doing well!"

   "Duke Stratholme I love you!"

   "Duke, I want to have a baby with you—"

   On the open-top carriage at the forefront of the queue, Alsace clenched McDonald's hand, waved to the people, and accepted the people's blessing.

   Tens of thousands of people on every block were shouting, and McDonald felt like he was going deaf.

  People gave them the highest praise without hesitation, not only the two heroes of Lordaeron, but also the Stratholme-led knights behind them, and the elven rangers.

  Many brave girls rushed out from the roadside, waving handkerchiefs at the knights, or shoving pieces of handkerchiefs with contact information into the hands of the knights.

   For elves, the people of Lordaeron are relatively reserved. Since they were told that flowers were allowed, basically every Ranger had flowers in his arms.

  Elves are mostly arrogant, abandoned, and 'trafficked' to the territory of human beings. They used to have some discomfort. However, after more than half a year of fighting, getting along with humans day and night, killing so many orcs, and then getting the sincere gratitude of so many humans, every elf has a sincere smile on his face.

   Except for Veresa.

   "Damn, those shameless women..." The elves are also very open, but Veresa has never seen it before. The girl of Lordaeron can be so enthusiastic that she can reveal the murder weapon that needs mosaicing to McDonald's.

   But Veresa's expression suddenly dimmed.

  It seems that the real rival is in the palace of Lordaeron!

The    grand parade was only intended to last for an hour. However, the people were too enthusiastic. They walked for three hours in a mere three kilometers. When they came to the gate of the palace, McDonald and the two fools seemed to be buried in a pile of petals.

After    came in, McDonald ignored a certain humanoid object that was suspected to be the king, passed him, and saw Kalia for the first time.

  It's hard to imagine that a person's eyes can be so complicated that they can be squeezed into multiple emotions at the same time - sadness, sadness, hope, hope, and joy.

   "I'm back." McDonald nodded simply.

   "Welcome back." There were tears in the corners of his eyes, which was still the brightest smile in midsummer.

   (end of this chapter)