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Chapter 1160 Please forgive my rejection

"I can't thank you enough!" Kane bowed deeply again, this time, he took Bain with him.

"Since we are both allies, it's easy to talk." McDonald stood up, stepped down from the throne, and came over to pat Brother Niu on the shoulder.

As I got closer, I realized that Brother Niu was really tall, more than three meters tall. If he didn't bend down, it would be difficult for McDonald's to even take a picture of his shoulder.

This is still the case when Brother Niu has not exploded. If he uses [anger], Brother Niu can grow in size to two stories high.

This tendon meat looks so strong that it can withstand beatings!

There was a trace of bitterness on Brother Niu's face: "After His Majesty ascends the throne, I will personally go to New Orgrimmar to explain the matter. When the time comes, Bain will ask Your Majesty."

From beginning to end, he is a man.

Brother Niu’s character is really lovable!

You never have to worry that such a man will stab you in the back, or that he will abandon you in times of crisis.

"If you call me your Majesty again, we will be separated. We will become allies immediately. From now on, you can call me McDonald."

"Your Majesty...Okay, McDonald!"

McDonald raised the corner of his mouth and said: "It's over here, don't worry, go there! If the tribe makes things difficult for you, I will personally lead a million alliance troops to flatten all the tribe's cities and seek an explanation for you!"

The hearts of Lao Niu and Maverick were awe-inspiring, and a sense of resonance called "heroic" arose spontaneously.

This is a good boss!

The alliance can become bigger and stronger not for nothing.

Lao Niu is not worried at all that McDonald is writing a bad check. The good reputation the alliance has accumulated over the past ten years does not deserve to be ruined by a mere tauren.

For a time, the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.

The news of the Minotaur's defection to the Alliance must be kept secret for the time being.

Of course, there is no such thing as confidentiality internally.

The news spread to the system chat group, and the bad guys were in a panic.

[Bismarck in the Sea of ​​Ice]: "This is not poaching, this is directly demolishing the tribal hall."

[Xiao Qianqian 2333]: "How are you, Brother Niu! You are brave Niu Niu and are not afraid of difficulties. Alliance Dad welcomes you."

At the same time, a new top-secret plan was urgently sent to the Crossroads Fortress and the Grove Fortress, named [Operation Market Garden]. The mission goal was to prevent the tribe from becoming violent and suddenly attacking the Bull Head in the Mogore area.

Someone is trying to kill someone, so be prepared for the worst, and quickly send airborne troops to occupy the pass leading to Desolation from Thunder Bluff before crossing the Taurajo Fortress.

On the surface, everything was business as usual, and even Sal just felt that McDonald's decision to name Lao Niu was simply disgusting with him.

Thrall should feel lucky that the reason why the Alliance did not really intend to destroy the Horde at this time was actually because of McDonald's stop.

Not to mention the young and energetic advisers below, even King Wa himself came to secretly ask Mcdonken, why not take advantage of the fact that nothing serious happened, wait until Mcdonken ascended the throne, and destroy the tribe to worship the heaven.

The king of the second most powerful country in the alliance has this tone, so one can imagine that there is already an undercurrent surging below.

When did this poor tribe become so virtuous?

It feels like the Alliance beating up the Horde is like the legendary saying, 'beating a child on a cloudy day is also idle.' This is very spiritual.

"Don't worry, let the cannonballs fly for a while."

When McDonald said this, Varian went back with understanding.

It was obvious that McDonald had made arrangements, and as the younger brother, King Wa felt at ease.

The guy who was tricked by McDonald will have his skin peeled off until he dies.

McDonald's hasn't taken action to kill the tribe yet, but he is worried about Deathwing. According to history, this requires combining the power of the five dragon kings and summoning the power of the [Dragon Soul] to defeat Neltharion forever.

Transcendence.

It turns out that the Earth Dragon King who was absent in history was the one on top of Thrall.

He was not sure whether Onyxia could fill this position. If not, if Magni hadn't turned into the Crystal Man yet, then let Magni take over.

If that still doesn't work, then you can only threaten Sal and let him do the work.

It's just that the variables are a bit big.

At this point in history, Thrall began to be unable to hold the Horde.

And given the overwhelming strength comparison between the Alliance and the Horde, it is still unknown whether Thrall will give in.

There were so many unpredictable things that made McDonald calm down and prepare for the enthronement ceremony.

When he spread out the alliance's troops in a network and spread half of the fleet along the coast of the entire Old Territory of Lordaeron, MacDonald began to enjoy, no, or rather to endure the torture for the upcoming coronation ceremony.

The emperor's enthronement ceremony is super annoying!

The king's is cumbersome enough, the emperor's is even more troublesome.

Unfortunately, there is no precedent.

When Emperor Thoradin ascended the throne more than 2,700 years ago, it was not so complicated. A bunch of human ancestors gathered together and had a large outdoor barbecue.

Human beings have just escaped from the barbaric era of eating hair and drinking blood, so why are there so many exquisite things?

The worst thing is that when the city of Lordaeron was reduced to a city of natural disasters, all Lordaeron royal court officials were wiped out, and 90% of the historians died.

For this ceremony, Stratholme's etiquette officials have been arguing for a month and have not decided what to do. After all, McDonald's originally did not pay attention to etiquette officials, nor did he have a small banquet every three days or a dance every five days.

Set. The total number of ceremonial officers in Stratholme is not even ten.

What kind of boss there is, there are what kind of vassals there are.

There are a group of tough men under him, and none of them pay much attention to the courtesy officer. The only all-around Duke, Barov (who is about to be officially restored), has an Alterac-style courtesy officer at home, and he has only managed to adapt to Lordan after so many years.

Lun here.

This is good, the tool will be less regretful when the time comes to use it.

If you mess up the ceremony, what kind of empire is it? Wouldn’t it make the alliance a laughing stock?

At this 'critical' moment, Jaina was born.

She brought a large number of laid-off and re-employed Kul Tiran ritual officers.

Without the palace, these guys are nothing but idiots except for etiquette knowledge. If they really go to Howling Fjord to open up wasteland, their life will be miserable. Jaina said hello, and they came over immediately.

In addition, there are a bunch of Kul Tiran historians, all of whom are quoting scriptures here. Anyway, there is no one in Lordaeron to argue with them, so whatever they say is ignored.

Jaina's name in this enthronement and wedding ceremony is speechless - Princess of Kul Tiras, plus Princess Kaliya's best friend.

Just, in McDonald's study.

"Stand still! Don't move!"

"Wait! Jaina, why are my royal tailors disappearing en masse? Give me an explanation! What on earth did you do?" McDonald's scalp felt numb as he held the pair of jade hands wandering around his body.

Gianna stuck out her tongue guiltily, but still said stubbornly: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Oh my god, has cultural export reached this point?

Just as McDonald was about to get even more angry, Kalia, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "It's okay. I can rest assured that Gianna can do things."

McDonald was made to lose his temper on the spot.

Jaina immediately became more serious: "Oh hahaha! As your temporary royal tailor, it is necessary for me to give you a good physical examination."

Looking at the deep V, McDonald rolled his eyes.

What does this mean? Marry a wife and send a bridesmaid?

Please forgive me for refusing!


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