Chapter 1113 Implementing National Policy (5 more)
McDonald felt that the emperor was setting him on fire to roast him.
The vassals took it for granted - with such a large territory and such a big fist, they should be crowned emperor.
Not to mention what they think, even other kings think so.
Everyone felt that Mai was the only one who felt that he was out of tune with the world's ideas.
"Alas! I am tied to this world." McDonald muttered to himself.
You can't hide.
If he doesn't become emperor, other vassals may still be able to suppress him, but Kaizi is definitely the most embarrassed one.
There are few blood elves, but there are many strong ones. Those who are strong did not have much lower status back then.
They could tolerate having their title reduced for a short period of time, but as time went on, the signs of division would become unstoppable.
The same goes for Count Barov here. He has been a duke for generations. Even if he can't be crowned king by joining him, he can at least return to the position of duke. As a surrendered minister, he also returned to the position of duke. Then the old Mohe who fought with Macdonald
What to do with Abedis?
The wind and snow outside the window gradually became heavier, and the warm light indoors illuminated the map on the wall, which marked McDonald's territory.
I didn’t think much about it at the time, but looking back now, from Kalimdor in the west, to the northern and southern continents of the Eastern Kingdoms in the east, and to Northrend in the north, MacDonald’s territory now exists all over the world.
Not to brag, but with this territory and area, Stratholme claims to be an empire on which the sun never sets, and no one will be able to take it on.
Mai's country will definitely not take this title. If you don't say anything, it's bad luck!
Glancing at the timid girls, McDonald said angrily: "I haven't ascended the throne for a day, so externally you can only call me Your Excellency the Duke. Internally, it will never change."
These words made them breathe a sigh of relief.
Power is sweet poison to 99.99% of men in the world.
There is really only one person in a million who can resist the temptation of power.
What's interesting is that there is one right in front of them.
Everyone can feel that McDonald's is not in a high mood, as if he has been working hard all week and has to get up early on weekends and be forced to open business.
There is Yogg-Saron blocking the road ahead. If you don't get it done in one day, you won't be able to relax.
None of the Old Gods are fuel-efficient lamps.
Of course, it's too early to argue with 'there's a stupid dragon'. The scouts at the front sent back a report and found a large number of faceless people.
No one knows exactly how the Faceless Men were born. The only guess is:
The Faceless Men were created by splitting the tentacles of the Ancient Gods. It is not difficult to see from their images that their bodies are indeed very similar to the arms and legs of molluscs. As we all know, the bodies of the Ancient Gods are composed of an oval torso.
It is composed of many tentacles. It is unknown whether the fallen tentacles of the Ancient God gave birth to the Faceless Men or whether they were actively produced.
With the troublesome enemy ahead and the alliance unable to launch a general attack for a while, don't blame McDonald.
"Forget it tonight, for now, we must first implement the national policy." Mai's half-closed eyes revealed a bad look.
The girls felt a little bad, but they were too embarrassed to run away.
"Wait? What national policy?" Alleria raised her beautiful long golden eyebrows.
"Even if war is not considered, in order to build a good social security system and maintain appropriate population growth, the country must implement a three-child policy. Since we are in high positions, we should take the lead and set an example!" Someone said grandly.
, but everyone saw the vertical grip moving restlessly.
This... Who can the girls talk to for reason?
Most of the women who can reach the level of a hero, except Vereesa who are extremely family-oriented, have a little bit of nostalgia. The third child might have more than three children, will they still be used to fight in the future?
Well, it's not impossible. There are a lot more things to worry about, right?
"Ah! Our sisters have completed our mission!" Alleria said in a rare weak voice.
"No! I want three! At least"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! At least they have priority!" I had no choice but to sell my teammates first.
"You all have a share, no one can escape!" McDonald decisively chose to start a group.
Good guy, you won’t act anymore, will you?
I always feel like this guy is willing to take the throne just for girls?
It's a pity that the Windrunner sisters are like small boats bumping in the strong wind and waves, and they can't think of anything at this time.
Therefore, this restless night is destined to be full of rags and rags.
For the top management of the Stratholme Federation, changes in the country are definitely a big deal.
For sand sculpture players, in addition to discussing how to burn the traitors who hooked up with ship girls, what they are most concerned about is the opening of the Icecrown Citadel dungeon in the parallel dimension.
After a whole night of high-intensity land reclamation, the sand sculpture players were excited.
"Ohhhhh!"
"The boss is mighty!"
"I'm so [sad]!"
The next morning, Uther, who had just come out of his bedroom, had his left and right eyelids twitching at the same time.
The scene in front of me is very eye-catching.
Among the trident sand sculptures, the proportion of death knights has increased significantly.
The most outrageous thing is that some soldiers can be seen in prominent positions in the military camp wearing a piece of armor with a flashy color, and then carrying a handful of [Frostmourne]!
It took a lot of effort for League of Legends to get a handful of genuine products, but the next day you guys came out with dozens of imitations?
For a moment, Lao Wu almost wanted to draw out [Ashbringer] and chop these things that were teasing him.
It was Tirion who hurriedly persuaded his irritable archbishop: "Look carefully, the power types are similar, but the runes and casting style are far from the original ones, and there is no soul-capturing function."
Regardless of reality, the cool shape and the faint air of ice on it are enough to be worth the price of admission for sand sculpture players.
Cough! Well, they also admit that even if they are 99% innocent in this matter, it does not mean that they are not even 1% responsible.
The sand sculptures who didn't want to offend the old man dispersed in a hurry, riding undead horses they got from nowhere, and rushed into the storm cliff, looking for the faceless men to kill.
Faceless Men—their huge body size, terrifying vitality, super long attack range, and unpreventable mental attack methods make them an existence that changes the eyes of mortals.
But there is such a group of weirdos, who in turn have become existences that make the faceless men change their minds.
A strange fragrance wafts from a leeward mountain nest in Storm Cliffs.
A polished quadruple rocket launcher was cut into pieces and put together one by one to form a takoyaki container.
The flames ejected from the military fuel barrels burned the shelf red.
[Free Blue Bird] In the upper hemispherical groove, while pouring the slurry mixed with egg white and flour, he shouted: "Hey, are you done over there?"
"Okay, okay!" [Drunken Bird] ran over and threw a bunch of octopus tentacles into the container.
Not long after, a large batch of fresh and delicious takoyaki was ready, and all the dirty gods ate it with gusto.
Well, I just don’t know why when they went to the battlefield the next day, they all had a wonderful aura. When the Faceless Men saw them, they were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, shouting something like "Don't come over here!"
