Stratholme God

   Chapter 710 is very difficult!

   I have to pick on this pair of interracial lovers, that is, the identity is still a little wrong, no matter how strong the Stratholme Federation is, the title on the head of the current McDonald is Duke, and it is not suitable to marry the king of a country.

On the other hand,    seems to be fine.

  Goddess Elune personally came off to pimp, ahhh, to be a matchmaker.

   The goddesses are all happy, in that country where the gods are in power, even if there is any objection, the goddess will personally suppress it. The key is that McDonald's is still a direct descendant of Malorne, the **** of white stags. With an antler axe, the Druids will not let half of their farts come out.

   Well, the goddess faction and the Druid faction both agree, and there is a ghost who is against it.

   Elf nobles?

   I heard that all the remaining night elf nobles went to Quel'Thalas. Well, Kael'thas is still giving McDonald's shoes.

  Catherine thought about it in her mind, but she couldn't find any reason to object. Watching Tyrande feed a grape to the slightly stiff McDonald, Catherine was messed up in the night wind.

"As you can see, although I am very grateful for the favor of the Proudmoore family, if I get married, I will first consider Whisperwind Pavilion... uh, Tyrande." He put his arms around Tyrande's waist in a regular manner.

   Helpless, the moon cloth was too smooth, and it slipped a little bit. The upright gentleman MacDonald lifted his hand up a little again and returned to its original position. Who knows, Tyrande slammed his hand down.

  What's the matter with this electric shock?

   McDonald stared at Tyrande in astonishment. Unexpectedly, the other party returned a small look full of love and whispered: "If it's you, then yes."

  McDonald's decisively joined the UC shock department.

   Air-dried bananas are actually me! ?

   Over there, it was agreed to come to the dinner party, but Catherine, who was abruptly fed a mouthful of dog food, didn't stay up for an hour, so she said that she was unwell and left.

   This is the privilege of the elderly.

   Let it retreat without a fight, that's what McDonald's is for.

   Just came out of the banquet hall a little lost, Catherine's attendant just put a coat on her, and Barcelas, known as the big butler of the Mai family, appeared.

   "Dear ma'am, I have been instructed by my lord to come and discuss with you about Stratholme's compensation and cooperation plan for Kul Tiras. I wonder if you are free now?"

  Catherine squinted her eyes, she couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or fortunate.

  At least, McDonald's didn't really kill Kul Tiras.

  At least, the countries or races that can join the alliance have food to eat.

   She sighed: "Your Majesty Barcelas, please lead the way."

   After reading the package plan provided by the other party, it can be seen that McDonald's is actually quite sincere. Probably the Stratholme Federation is willing to increase its support for the development of Kul Tiras. In order to solve the problem of lack of iron ore, the Federation proposed to build a super-large new shipyard for Kul Tiras on the former Isle of Atonement.

   "Why here?"

Barcelas explained patiently: "First, this is already the territory of Kul Tiras; second, this is near the iron mining area of ​​the Dalaran people, we can even consider building a free sea-crossing bridge for you to facilitate the transportation of ore. ; Third, Atonement Island is close enough to the coastline, and if necessary, we can support you with coastal defense artillery."

   The Isle of Atonement ended in the Second Dark Portal War and was divided among Kul Tiras. To be honest, this place has always been used as a supply port because it is too far from the mainland.

   Now it seems that it can be given higher value and meaning.

   It is a bit far from Catherine's ideal, but it can be regarded as an impossible solution.

"All right."

   is better than nothing.

   Suddenly, Catherine saw a clause: "This is..."

   It says that the object of the cooperation plan does not include other great nobles of Kul Tiras.

Barcelas didn't understand either, so he could only read McDonald's instructions: "My lord said, the vassal of the vassal is not the vassal of Proudmoore. What he wants is the friendship of the Proudmoore royal family. "

  The corners of Catherine's eyes twitched slightly. According to what she knew about McDonald's, it was obvious that she was on guard against Tandley's men.

   This is not a good sign.

   most intuitively means that he knows that your Proudmoore family has two or five sons, but he can't say it.

   This hint made Catherine shudder.

   "I see, I'll let Tandre clean the house well."

   "Well, it's better to keep the house clean."

   This is already express.

  No way, McDonald's can only do this.

   The four major families of Kul Tiras, except for the royal family, are all pits.

In later generations, Ashvane rebelled directly and led the pirates to attack the Proudmoore family; Lord Stormsong secretly knelt down and licked Queen Azshara; Lord Vercrux of Drustvar became ill, and later because his wife was used, the entire manor changed. It has become the lair of the sinister and poisonous witch.

   In line with the principle of resolutely not to send money to the pit goods, McDonald's designated the place of use.

  Catherine was a little unwilling, and secretly tried again: "Can you give Theramore an additional investment?"

   This was something McDonald's didn't order. Barcelas thought for a moment. After all, Jaina is McDonald's sloppy horse, so let's add a little bit. After a little thought, he nodded: "Yes."

  Here, Barcelas helps Boss Mai make up the pot.

   Over there, Mr. Mai was caught in a dilemma.

   "Tyrande, calm down."

   "I'm very calm! Although you told me that it was just to kill Kul Tiras, I think this proposal is actually a good idea. You see, even the goddess Elune agreed."

   The moon in the sky flickered, the moon seemed to have an emoji, and the aunt smiled.

   This is very awkward.

   "No, actually, that..." Before McDonald's finished speaking, he already felt the amazing elasticity of the mooncloth fabric on his chest.

   "Fool, Kalia personally asked me to do the fake show." Tyrande sighed: "I don't mind, even if it is a nominal wife."

   McDonald's heart skipped a beat.

   This is really Kalia's style.

   Ashamed of Menethil's surname, Kalia didn't want to officially marry him in death, she could have supper, and even if she wanted a child, it had to be after McDonald's had a legal heir.

   "I, can you let me think about it? Don't force me." McDonald's voice dropped.

   Who knew that Tyrande actually let go, and just politely kissed his forehead.

   "Of course, I've been waiting for 10,000 years, it's not that short of time. Just, will you promise me?"

   "Promise what?"

  Tyrande's bright eyes looked directly at McDonald's from a close distance: "Don't tie your heart for strange ideas, and don't live up to any sincerity, okay?"

  This is very difficult!

   (end of this chapter)