Stratholme God

  Chapter 51 Citing (Teaching) Guiding (Instigating) (Seeking Recommendation Tickets and Rewards)

  In the lounge, the screen was withdrawn, and the two fools were crying.

"why?"

"why!?"

   "You are only two years older than me. You are so powerful, but I can't accomplish anything."

   The second fool is still too young, and now he is still an upright boy, unable to control his emotions.

   McDonald's was indifferent.

   "Because I am the last man in the Stratholme family. But you, who grew up in the palace, have never seen the hardships of the outside world, and have tasted the dangers of the world."

   "Sinister?" The two fools pursed their lips: "You are a hereditary duke, who dares to plot against you? Is it the Duke of Andorhal? I'll help you..."

   McDonald waved his hand: "No need."

  According to the script of Gongdou, he offended the abbot, ahem, the guy who offended the crown prince still wants to eat good fruit?

   However, I really don’t need to care about that stuff, in every sense…

   "Why?" The two fools were puzzled.

   Looking at Arthas, who is now quite silly and sweet, McDonald sighed. If he didn't have a deep relationship with Arthas, he could wait for him to become the Lich King, and then just do it for the sky.

   Anyway, he has read a lot of World of Warcraft fan fiction, and beat Arthas in every book. If the fate of this parallel world also goes like this, then he is not bad.

   The problem is that whether it is the former owner of this body or the current one, he has been with the two fools for a long time, and he is really reluctant to watch this guy fall.

Does   Dreadlord have no cards?

   Kel'Thuzad's food delivery guilt is not terrible?

  The whole process of personal instigation, deliberate inducement, how can Alsace, who is not experienced enough, withstand it?

  If you want to reverse the fate of this fool, you must start by strengthening your mind resistance.

McDonald's immediately made a dragon king crooked expression: "Do you believe it or not, if I dare to tell your father that Duke Andorhal asked me for the White Cross Arena, your father will scold Antoine for me on the surface. The Duke of Dohar, he will definitely look down on me behind his back and reclassify me as a 'little kid'."

   "Ah! Why?"

   I have to say that Alsace, who is full of curiosity, is really handsome at the moment, with big clear eyes, and still has the element called [Moe].

   McDonald's wanted to touch his head with the NBA's [Duncan's Hand], and made him bald.

   Such an awesome future Lich King, if his hair is tucked into the Mediterranean Sea, he must be very handsome, right?

   (Mystery voice, McDonald, are you the devil?)

   McDonald replied with a smile: "I really returned the arena to him, which will only prove that I am not qualified to be alone at all. This not only makes me weak, but also slaps your father in the face in disguise."

"what?"

   "Doesn't this mean that the orc slaves released by the Andorhal family smashed the palace and killed so many nobles without paying any price at all?"

   Arthas widened his eyes and fell into thought.

   McDonald continued: "So from the beginning, the purpose of the pig in Andorhal was not to ask me to get the arena."

   "What does he want?"

McDonald's smile is so sincere, like a fox: "He wants to use this as a bargaining chip to force me to get on his pirate ship and join him to control the price of weapons and armor in the entire kingdom. Of course, he takes the lead! "

After    McDonald's detailed explanation, Arthas finally understood the insidiousness of the adult world.

  In peacetime, a gladiatorial arena in the center of the capital of Lordaeron is absolutely profitable, with a net profit of more than ten thousand gold coins a year, almost more than a duchy’s agricultural income, and anyone is tempted.

  However, during the war, this thing is to make money to make money, how can you make money quickly by selling arms.

  As long as they control Andorhal and Stratholme, the largest mining areas in the country, they will earn all the arms expenses, and the fat pig will take the big bucks.

   McDonald's continued to induce: "I refused, even at the expense of publicly tearing my face with him, do you know why?"

"why?"

"The orc army is far more terrifying than everyone imagined. I'm afraid that Lordaeron will inevitably be affected by the war. Think about it, if the price of armor and weapons skyrocketed, then the stingy Lordaeron nobles would naturally reduce the issuance of weapons. His Majesty Terenas wants each duchy to have 5,000 elite soldiers, and in the end there will be 5,000 peasants with pitchforks. The big nobles also have grand reasons - I and the Duke of Andorhal raised the price of weapons . In the end, the one who is to blame must be me - McDonald's!"

  Er fool's eyes widened, he really didn't expect it to be this far.

   Recognizing the sinister nature of the struggle, a whole new door seemed to be opened in his mind.

   He bowed deeply: "Brother, I have been taught."

"Just rely on your 'big brother'. Let me teach you one more thing." McDonald sighed up to the sky, his voice was full of sigh and heavy: "If one day, when you go out alone in a carriage, you will The trusted groom suddenly tells you that the horse is crazy, the carriage can't stop, there are two roads ahead, one is your sister Kalia, and the other is 10 of your people, no matter which one you choose Road, the carriage will run over people to death, how do you choose?"

   Alsace's brain suddenly became watted, as if invisible steam was rising in his forehead. From that wandering pupil, you can see that his heart is full of entanglements and contradictions.

   "This...how can this be?"

"The carriage is getting closer and closer to the fork, and you must make a decision!" McDonald's approaching, his eyes burning like a torch, gave Alsace no room to back down: "You! You must make a decision! Now! Immediately! Immediately! "

   McDonald's approached step by step, and Arthas became more and more messy: "This... this choice is too cruel? Is there really such a cruel thing in reality?"

"Of course there is! Don't you want to go to war? When the 100,000 army you brought fails to fight the orcs, either you leave an army and die, or the 50,000 remaining army is chased and killed by the orcs. How do you choose? Many At that time, as a coach, you have to make a decision!"

   "I...I...I choose my sister!" Arthas was about to cry.

   "Very good, when you run over 10 people, at the next intersection, the groom asks you to choose between your sister and 100 people."

   "Ah! This..." Arthas was messed up.

   "You choose sister, right? Then at the next intersection, 1,000 people? 10,000 people?"

  McDonald continued to push forward, putting his hands on the shoulders of the two fools, and his tone became more and more urgent.

  Those who have killed people have a murderous aura that is not angry and self-righteous.

   How can the two fools who have never seen blood stand up?

   "You are bullshitting!"

"Yes, I'm bullshit! But as long as you make a cruel choice against your will, you will leave indelible scars in your heart, and you will be pulled to the degenerate side by the terrible devil, sinking step by step, thinking that you will make a rational decision. After making cruel choices again and again, in the end, he didn't hesitate to commit evil deeds such as murdering a teacher and become a complete devil." At this time, McDonald's was already like a ghost.

   "No! No—" The two fools were crushed. He put his hands on his head, covered his ears, and squatted on the ground. Finally, he couldn't help but asked, "If it were you, how would you choose?"

   "Me?" The terrifying aura on McDonald's body suddenly disappeared, and his black pupils were full of cunning: "I will kill the groom as soon as possible!"

"what!?"

"Haha! No matter who gives you advice, if there is only a cruel choice left, either this guy is not good enough to be your advisor, or this guy is so bad that it oozes pus, tempting you to take responsibility and accept mental torture. Why do you keep this kind of guy if you don't kill him?"

"what!"

McDonald's was happy as he spoke: "How can there be so many absolutes in the world! If you can't deal with the driver, you can at least try to kill the horse! If it doesn't work, you can forcibly remove the saddle, or let the carriage stay in place. Overturned. In the end, if you still can't make a decision and are afraid of the torture of your conscience, you can even choose to sacrifice yourself."

   McDonald's winked: "I have at least a hundred ways to fix this."

   Two idiots froze!

   "Big Brother! I've been taught—"

   (end of this chapter)