Stratholme God

   Chapter 722 Thrall is in a hurry

   McDonald's traveled to Yunnan when he was a child. He heard that there was once a Miao boy who had a good relationship with a fairy-like childhood sweetheart.

   He was forced to marry by a beautiful girl as soon as he was admitted to university.

   At this time, he was not even of legal age for marriage.

  Besides him, there are many similar things. It doesn't matter if you can't get a marriage certificate, anyway, the folks know about it after the banquet is held.

   The baby who should have a baby should get a certificate when he is old enough.

   He completely imagined what the future of his life would be-like his fathers and grandparents, he could almost see himself decades later.

   He refused to bind.

  The world is so big, he still wants to go out and see.

   After many years, he became famous, but no matter how friends and relatives introduced girls to him, he could not get back the feeling of childhood sweethearts. Returning to his small stockade, he saw her again.

  She has been bent by life, no longer beautiful, and has fallen into the mundane world.

   After the two looked at each other, they smiled awkwardly.

   The trick of fate made the two become parallel lines after all.

   He looked at her who had become a yellow-faced woman from another family.

   She looked at him in a suit and tie.

  The two were at the same time lost, and relatively speechless.

  Similar stories, there are many people around.

  【Childhood plum and bamboo horse lost to heaven】has become a stalk.

   McDonald's heart was sad.

  The surviving royal family on earth, its members rarely get married in their early 20s. One of the simplest reasons is that the royal family's marriage is too involved.

   McDonald's used Tyrande as a shield to drive away Katherine Proudmoore a while ago.

   His old courtiers collectively fried the pot.

   Everyone knows that Mai is an elf-controller, but who would have thought that McDonald 'really' wanted to marry a night elf high priest?

   This is obviously not in the interests of the various vassals in the federation.

   The result is good.

I don't care what my daughter's attitude is, anyway, Abidis sells Bridget, Mograine sells her adopted daughter Sally Whitemane, Barov pushes Ilucia, and even Haas doesn't know where to recognize her. The adopted daughter came out, not to mention Kaizi silently instigating Countess Liadrin to find a way to cook rice with McDonald's.

After the    family has a great career, there are inevitably small hills among his subordinates.

   McDonald's is now that no matter who he marries, he will break the hearts of a lot of people.

  It’s fine when there is a war. As long as the situation calms down a little, a group of high-ranking teasers will come to do things peacefully and legally (forced marriages).

   made McDonald's not mentally explosive, at least physically and mentally exhausted.

  Traditional ideas rooted in the minds of these guys, how can it be so easy to remove?

  The worst thing is that even if McDonald's hides in Alonsos*Faona, it won't work.

  The old archbishop is in poor health.

   Come to think of it, when Alonzos said he wanted to see his McDonald's child before he died, how did you ask Mai to answer?

  Kalia was worried about Lao Taizi's bad reputation, and she refused to marry or give birth.

After   Sylvanas succeeded in raiding McDonald's, his mentality was abnormal, and he was only willing to give birth and refused to marry.

   What can McDonald's do?

  It's alright now, I'll come straight to Veresa.

  To be honest, before McDonald's felt that he was guilty, he ignored Veresa's hints, such as asking him to hunt, go for a walk, etc.

  But now, McDonald's didn't dare to face Veresa's eyes.

   He sat down a little dejectedly and talked about his predicament and sins in detail.

"That's the truth. It's wrong for me to marry anyone. Then, the two best friends refuse to marry me. I'm stuck here." McDonald smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous, I can decide Thousands of people live and die, but they cannot decide their own destiny.”

   Veresa walked over slowly, hugged McDonald's head gently, and kissed her forehead.

"I don't want to brag about how beautiful I am, how good I am, and how noble I am. I don't even want to put me and Miss Kalia on your emotional balance. I just want to say..." Veresa paused. A moment, then A went up: "But I firmly believe that I must be the one who admires you the most and loves you the most in the world."

  This...It's hard to end without getting married!

   McDonald froze.

   After a while, his body began to soften.

   "Well, I'll show you the secrets of the Stratholme family."

  …

   That evening, McDonald took Veresa to visit the Stratholme family's arsenal.

   MacDonald demonstrated how to process the barrel of the Stratholme's self-developed grenade.

   A grenade with a diameter of 40mm and a length of 180mm, as a portable large-caliber artillery, naturally needs a barrel that fits perfectly.

  The standard processing method is to first heat the barrel by friction. After the barrel is softened, the Stratholme ancestral grenade mold is used instead of the punch to strike, and the seal on the barrel is directly knocked off.

  The soft silver blank on the seal can be ignored. After the mold enters the barrel, don’t worry if the barrel is too narrow. Repeated development can widen it to a shape suitable for grenade launch.

   Dozens of reciprocating adjustments will successfully activate the lubricating oil that comes with the barrel to better protect the barrel.

   Looking at McDonald, who was clenching the end of the M-shaped handle with both hands and working hard to process the barrel, Veresa sympathetically wiped the sweat from McDonald's forehead.

   Matching men and women, work is not tired, McDonald's works harder.

   About 999 times of processing, let the grenade enter the firing state.

   "Almost ready for a test shot."

"it is good!"

   Feeling the powerful explosion, Veresa showed a sweet smile.

  The next morning, Earl Barov, who came to McDonald's for a walk, saw McDonald's and Veresa blowing cold wind on the top floor of the castle tower in the cold weather as soon as he entered the castle.

   His four calves were dangling, and that leisurely appearance made the old duke's heart skip a beat.

  As a veteran politician, how could the old duke not know what happened?

"Don't worry, Barov, as long as there is no official announcement for a day, then Ilusia will still have a chance." The old count quickly adjusted his mentality and walked to the tower with the most correct appearance: "Good day, my lord. Good day, Lady Windrunner."

   "Ah, good morning, Aiqing." McDonald's did not shy away. On the contrary, Veresa, who was beside her, blushed and was a little overwhelmed.

  The old earl said seriously about last night's 'old news': "Your Excellency Rivendell informed that the tribe has sent an emissary to the tree-lined fortress. He held the emissary as scheduled."

   "Very good. Let the messenger see the 'incompetence' and 'bureaucracy' of the Alliance."

  Reporting layer by layer, procrastinating in doing things, getting stuck in fancy ways, and plucking wild geese.

   In fact, this is the norm for large institutions, and an efficient system like an alliance is not normal.

   Then, when McDonald knew that a third wave of messengers, visitors and even Vol'jin had arrived in five days, he was sure - Thrall was anxious.

   (end of this chapter)