Stratholme God

  Chapter 78 Are you not the Duke of Lordaeron?

When the news of    reached the capitals of the remaining five kingdoms of mankind, all the kings tensed their heads, and a sense of embarrassment came to their heads.

When    King Terenas issued an invitation to negotiate, the reactions of the countries were quite inconsistent.

  In the beginning, most of them were in a state of chaos, and few bigwigs believed that the so-called orcs were attacking.

Terenas was the first to wake up, and then the Kingdom of Stromgard responded to Lothar's call. Thoras Trollbane found the dwarves on the south side of the Sador Bridge evacuating, and then a large pile of green When Pi Sha came, he had organized an army to try to help the dwarves on the other side.

  Unfortunately, this army consisting of 200 knights, 1,000 professional soldiers and more than 3,000 militiamen was defeated by the violent orc army in the field battle not long after crossing the river.

   Worst of all, the defeated troops also attracted orcs, who in turn took over the bridge.

   Then came to his senses, Antonidas, Speaker of the Kirin Tor Council in Dalaran, and Daelin Proudmoore, King of the Sea Kingdom Kul Tiras. The former sent Kaizi to McDonald's to learn about the situation, and the latter directly participated in the evacuation of the military and civilians from Stormwind City.

   Without the help of the Kul Tiras Third Fleet, how could it be possible to evacuate 100,000 soldiers and civilians with only 30 ships in the hands of Mai?

   On the big ship, Kul Tiras Crown Prince Derek patted Lothar on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, Kul Tiras can't help you with the refugee resettlement."

  Lothar embraced the blond and bearded prince: "No, Kul Tiras has done enough. Next, it is for all mankind."

   "My father will come to Lordaeron as soon as possible."

  Although some of the storm refugees were stranded on the southern coast of the North Continent, located in the town of South Sea in the Hillsbrad Hills, Lothar let the fleet circle around and came to the northern coast just developed by McDonald's.

When    was just approaching, the fleet also sounded the alarm, because the lookout saw the green-skinned figure on the shore, and later found out that it was a false alarm.

  A large number of human overseers are supervising the orc slave laborers, carrying large stones, and building the wharf at full speed.

   This style of painting made Lothar and other remnants of defeated soldiers feel quite inconsistent.

What can   Lothar say? Some of the orc drudgery here was specially caught and sold by his subordinates.

   In front of you, 18 stone piers, like 18 parallel lines, extend all the way from the coast to the deep water area 100 meters away from the shore.

   Looking down from the sky, you will find that these piers are like combs, neat and tidy.

   Even the largest Kul Tiras warship with a displacement of 2,000 tons can easily dock on it.

  The fifteen-meter-wide pier is very flat, and horse-drawn carriages are not a problem.

   As soon as he got off the ship, Lothar couldn't help but wonder, if Stormwind's port was better, would more people be evacuated safely?

Looking at the figure waiting at the pier, Lothar couldn't help feeling warm in his heart. His old friend Alonzos Fao brought some of his mighty disciples, as well as a group of Duke Stratholme, who were already waiting. .

  Lothar patted the little king beside him: "Varian, let's go down, remember, don't lose the name of the Wrynn family!"

   The young prince wiped his red eyes and nodded: "Yes."

   McDonald's looked at Varian, who looked like a bean sprout, and couldn't help feeling very emotional - would it be better if the Dread Lord came to fool Varian?

   Here, Bolvar is an old friend, and he officially introduced everyone on both sides.

  Anduin Lothar met the rumored Duke of Stratholme for the first time, and despite repeated mental preparations, he still felt that McDonald's was too young.

  Refreshing black hair, a rather handsome face with a somewhat mysterious smile, and a pair of deep black eyes, gave him a feeling as if his past and future had been seen through.

   For some reason, McDonald's reminded Lothar of the old Medivh.

   The key is that McDonald's is too thin, about 130 pounds by visual inspection, coupled with his height of more than 1.8 meters, it always feels like a gust of wind can blow it away.

   But that faintly overflowing sophistication and chilling breath let Lothar know that the other party must have seen blood.

   On this side, McDonald's was a little disappointed with Lothar. He said that Lothar's facial features are nothing to say, and he has a strong sense of fortitude, which is very manly, but what does the faint white light above his head mean?

   Really made sand sculpture players go bald! ?

   "Welcome, Your Majesty Wrynn, Commander-in-Chief Lothar." McDonald's superficial skills were very good, he opened his arms, of course, he didn't expect Xiaowa King to rush over.

   "Hello, Your Excellency The Duke of Stratholme." Varian nodded politely.

   "Thank you for your long-term support!" Lothar hugged McDonald's warmly.

   "Kara!" Don't get me wrong, this is someone's auditory hallucinations. In his embarrassing thoughts, the sternum of his fake macho has been crushed by the muscles of a real macho.

   Release the hug.

  Varian looked like he was about to cry at any time, but he was holding back his expression: "Lord Stratholme, I don't understand the military aspect. I have entrusted the full authority to Uncle Anduin Lothar."

   "I understand." McDonald nodded.

  Lothar took a deep breath: "I know that the next words are very rude. Rather than politeness, I am more concerned about how the Stormwind citizens will be arranged, and are the six human nations ready for a full-scale war?"

   "As for the second question, I can only say that the preparations for Lordaeron are at most 50%, Dalaran may be 40%, and other countries are in a mess."

  Lothar is sad, the war mobilization ability of this era is indeed appalling. From the very beginning when he asked the Six Nations for help, until King Terenas finally announced his preparations for the war, it took him three months to prepare for the war.

well!

   "As for the first question..." MacDonald snapped his fingers, and Baron Serijek immediately waved. I saw a group of cooks pulling a trolley out of the warehouse opposite the dock.

   It was topped with mountains of black bread and steaming pots of broth. Vegetable leaves, seaweed, and shredded pork cover the noodle soup.

   This easily whetted the appetite of the refugees.

   In order to get on the boat, the soldiers threw away their armor and swords, and the people abandoned almost all their belongings. Many people shivered and wore a single shirt when the winter began.

  These days on the boat, they can only get a minimum of water and food.

   Now it looks like a group of beggars.

   When they learned that they could eat and drink whatever they wanted, there was a burst of cheers on the spot.

  Two hours later, after waiting for more than 60,000 refugees and more than 10,000 soldiers to eat and drink, they saw McDonald's standing on the high platform.

   He was holding a loudspeaker, and then, it was a sound comparable to [Breaking Roar].

   "Friends from Stormwind Kingdom, I'm sorry to tell you, this is your last free lunch!"

   "Ah!" There was a commotion on the spot. A large number of people finally calmed down under the scolding of the soldiers led by Stratholme.

   McDonald continued loudly: "There is no territory or country in this world that has the ability to raise 100,000 wastes!"

   Immediately there was a large number of people who opposed it.

   "We are not trash!"

   "Give me a sword and I can kill orcs!"

  No one thought that McDonald would point at the young man in front of him who was only fourteen or fifteen years old at most, and he didn't even have much beard: "Then you can prove it to me!"

   In the next second, a servant threw a sword to the young soldier.

   Even more exaggerated, a few wrestlers pulled out a struggling orc in a few moments.

The eyes of    Stormwind Kingdom were all red.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he even threw up the dreadful roar and he stabbed the orc warrior who just loosened his tie.

   A rather desperate sword.

   may lack skill!

   This sword pierced the opponent's arm, killing but not fatal.

   He was about to be blown to the head by the orc's counterattack in the next instant. At this critical moment, a figure rushed over like lightning. Before everyone could react, they heard a gunshot.

   "Boom!"

  The head of the orc turned into a rotten watermelon, and the brain and blood spattered three meters away.

  It was only then that everyone saw that it was McDonald's who was on the high platform just now.

   McDonald brought the dazed teenager to the stage and said loudly with a smile:

   "Very good! Very energetic! Boy, what's your name?"

   "Reginald...Reginald Windsor!" The boy said timidly.

"Uh…"

  Nyma, can I make a future Marshal of Stormwind Kingdom with just a few clicks? What a stroke of luck!

  Speaking of which, is this inconsistent with history?

   Here, the play has to go on.

   "Very good! Mr. Windsor, you made me feel the warm blood in Stormman's chest. Then let me tell you what your fate will be—"

   Everyone pricked up their ears.

   "No one will give food to a bunch of waste indefinitely! But you can use your own hands to survive and earn your own dignity."

"Soldiers will help train fellow Lordaeron to fight the orcs again in the not too distant future, and take back your homeland. Men who can't fight will become craftsmen, grooms, farmers, overseers. Women will become armorers. , to be a strong supporter of whatever can bring this war to an eventual victory."

   "Yes! This is your destiny as Avengers!"

   "Before the day comes when the Storm King's Banner is planted again at the head of Stormwind City, work hard! Stormtroopers! Lordaeron is with you!"

   Watching McDonald's raised fists, the defeated soldiers and refugees who were so excited by the incitement waved their arms and shouted.

"Oooo!"

   "Long live the Kingdom of Stormwind!"

   "Long Live the Kingdom of Lordaeron!"

  …

   Listening to the sound of the mountains and tsunamis, Varian showed an envious expression, and Lothar was equally excited.

   Only Bolvar is stupid - wait! Isn't this fellow Macdonald the Duke of Lordaeron? How do you feel like you and his meow look like the Storm King?

   (end of this chapter)