Stratholme God

  Chapter 49 I'm afraid you won't survive...

   If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

  This is the palace of Menethil's family. Of course, Terenas knew that it was Mai Xie, a demon, who poured ecstasy soup for all the great lords.

   Even so, Terenas had to pinch his nose.

   No matter how many hearsays there are, it is not as shocking as an orc actually killing a guard in front of him. Terenas watched with his own eyes the young guard's body was brutally smashed in half by a large iron pipe.

  The iron lamppost split open the guard's leather shoulder armor like a big sword, smashed the collarbone, and then smashed the ribs and internal organs in half like a dead tree branch.

   That is definitely the ultimate power!

   Terenas was also a great swordsman when he was young. If he was 30 years younger, give him a great sword, and he could do it without [Rage], only with his arm strength and skill.

   Because of this, he completely changed his wait-and-see attitude and actively promoted the war.

   It's just that McDonald's as a pusher is too powerful, Terenas is a little scared.

He quickly made up his mind: "Very good! Since my loyal vassals are okay, let's start preparing for the war. This is a battle involving the life and death of two races. I hope that within three months, every duchy will There can be at least 5,000 professional soldiers and at least 20,000 trained militias! According to the needs of the war, this number is likely to double in half a year!"

Terenas emphasized: "Remember! I want soldiers who can really fight, not like the **** that was killed by orcs at the gate of the palace that day! Whoever brings some **** here, don't blame me if Lordaeron is really invaded. Regardless of his territory."

  As a king, he knows too well the virtues of the nobles below.

  You don't care about them?

   Not to mention the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, you might be able to mix scarecrows in the army.

  In the original 'history', all seven human kingdoms were beaten into dogs. Destroyed, leftovers.

  It's all right now, with the blood splashing in the palace, at least the great nobles have a deep understanding of the power of the violent version of the orcs. First, they no longer have luck in their hearts, and second, there is a certain Mai surnamed man.

  The nobles were agitated for a while, but they accepted it.

   It's just that everyone glanced at Mak, who was the guest of the 'Finance Chancellor', and got a nod like a chicken pecking at the rice, which made everyone feel more at ease.

   The meeting was a mess, but it turned out to be relatively smooth.

   In addition to national mobilization, a series of resolutions were unanimously passed, including:

   initiated an initiative to form an alliance against the orcs to the remaining five kingdoms;

   Send high-level observers (several brave lower nobles) to Stormwind Kingdom to obtain first-hand information;

  The nobles voluntarily (Terenas extorted one by one) provided a certain amount of gold coins to urgently support the Kingdom of Stormwind;

   Send a large team of adventurers to capture more orc captives for the recruits to strengthen their courage.

  …

   Originally, there would be endless wrangling and quarrels because of interests, but because of a **** incident and a godly hero, a near-perfect solution was obtained.

   As the evening approached, an agreement was finally reached, and the nobles, whether they were sincere or false, all raised their glasses happily on the surface to celebrate.

  Only McDonald knows that he will not want to sleep tonight.

   As soon as he returned to the duke's mansion, he saw Duke Fordragon come up and briefly talk about the changes in Lordaeron's policy. Bolvar's face showed an ecstatic expression.

   "Thank you so much! You are our eternal friend of Stormwind Kingdom!"

   The pot friends are exempted. Can I join you when my family in Stratholme is on the street?

  The Redridge Mountains are too poor, the Swamp of Sorrows is too sad, and the night forest is too ghostly, or why not send me in the Westfall?

   Of course, these words can only be kept in the heart.

   McDonald's words came to his lips, and it became: "If Lordaeron doesn't wake up, then everyone will die together. Saving you is just saving myself."

The truth of    is so true, why does the entire Lordaeron have a man who understands McDonald's?

  Bolvar trembled with excitement, stared at McDonald's, and put his hands on his shoulders: "I and the entire Stormwind Kingdom owe you! As long as you don't tell me to rebel against Stormwind Kingdom in the future, I will listen to you."

   For honest people, this is already the maximum commitment.

   McDonald patted the outside of Bolvar's sturdy arm: "You go back first. Don't come over if you have nothing to do these three days. And don't hold out much hope, Lordaeron will not be able to send troops for half a year."

   Bolvar's mouth wriggled, but he didn't speak.

   Wood has a way, the military mobilization ability of the feudal system is such a waste.

   Sure enough, MacDonald was rushing to finish his dinner, and the grand dukes were killed one by one.

   basically started with "McDonald's, my dad and I were XXXX back then", and then talked for a long time, expressing that he hoped to buy a batch of equipment at a reasonable price.

   In a country that has not had a war for at least a thousand years, just imagine how sparsely armed it is.

  All kinds of iron weapons and armors are in rotten warehouses, those that have been resold in short supply, and things that are left in a mess.

  The nobles who can come here now are already a little **** their own, at least they know that their armory is equivalent to a scrap iron yard.

  The most unreliable ones are those that haven't come yet.

  In terms of wealth, it must be Silverpine Forest, Tirisfal Forest, and the southern part of Andorhal. After all, in times of peace, of course, food is better sold than minerals.

   turned around during the war, and the one with the mine in his hand is the uncle.

  Most of the high-grade mines in Lordaeron are located in the Hearth Valley at the back of Andorhal, and in the Stratholme of Mai, with the largest production in Macdonald.

  Everyone is mentally prepared to slaughter McDonald's hard, who knows.

   "No problem, I'll give you 100 tons of Thorium ingots based on the market price at the beginning of this year. Craftsman? I don't have enough for myself." McDonald's statement made successive waves of bigwigs so moved that they almost snot out.

   Great guy!

   As everyone knows...

   McDonald muttered: "I'm really selling you at a high price, how long and how long will I lose my family!?"

   Near midnight, another big guy came to the door.

   "Welcome, Duke Andorhal. Why, do you want to order Thorium Bars too?"

   This golden curly white pig, dressed in luxurious human clothes, whose facial features seem to be able to squeeze out oil at any time, spreads out his big, stubby hands as soon as he sits down.

   "Humph! Don't pretend! I know it's the fault of my family's Ritter Planck! But it's too much for you to take away my White Cross Arena without saying a word?"

Meow meow meow? ? ?

  The atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse!

  I have seen something horizontal, but I have never seen something so horizontal.

The big fat pig saw that McDonald would not speak, and continued to be old-fashioned: "Boy. Don't be too extreme. The grudges between the big families are hard to resolve. Of course I know this is given to you by the king. But you take it, you are the enemy of the Andorhal family. This is not a year and a half, it is likely to be a major event for your and my descendants a hundred generations later, can you—can you afford this responsibility?"

   McDonald was stunned for a moment, really **** off.

  I am dignified Maisai Weng, in this world, I am the representative of [one-person family portrait]. Would I be afraid of you, a pig?

  You really never thought about what kind of bird Andorhal would become?

   A guy like you can't live for half an episode, ahem, 50,000 words!

  McDonald's suddenly restrained all his expressions, and the [Roar of the Army] was arranged!

"roll--"

   (end of this chapter)