After all, the island of Zandalar has been divided, and the old tribal territory that Kalimdor captured has not yet been divided. A bunch of vassals are like nestlings waiting for food, stretching their necks and calling as hard as they can, wanting to become acting lords. Or wait to accumulate merit to trade for a new territory.
The Stratholme Empire is very large, and its expansion is limited after all. Unless a new Draenor is built and won't leave, no matter how much it expands, it will never be several times larger than Esing.
After a period of rapid expansion, classes are often solidified. The vassals who opened up new territories seize the territory, and when the dust settles, the territory may be solidified for centuries or even thousands of years.
This is how the seven human kingdoms of Ai Star came over in the past.
When his own boss can even kill the Burning Legion and the Ancient Evil God, the vassals really have nothing to fear.
Everyone was trying to get on the last bus.
As long as McDonald refuses to leave, a hundred so-called heroes will come to introduce themselves every day.
In fact, it is difficult to find a third-rate hero among them.
However, most of these so-called heroes come in because of someone's relationship, without even looking at it. Sometimes they don't give face to the recommender, and give bad suspicions to the vassals below, for example, such-and-such tool has fallen out of favor.
Sometimes, human relationships are so troublesome.
Not to mention the likes of Ilucia, Sally Whitemane, and Duchess Marland, who all swaggered around every chance they got, trying to hit the dog emperor in the face.
When these beauties with outstanding looks get a bunch of nurse outfits, fishnet outfits, etc. through channels such as sand sculpture players, it becomes very difficult to resist.
This makes it easy for the vertical grip to have a mind of its own.
The Dog Emperor ran away.
…
The sky is blue and the earth is yellow.
Sitting under the umbrella, looking at the several kilometers of beach, listening to the sounds of waves and seagulls, feeling the sea breeze, and the coolness from the big ice blocks under the beach chairs, McDonald's was extremely comfortable.
Autumn has entered at this time, and at the Golden Sword Port on the Tanaris Sea, I don’t feel the departure of summer at all.
The three fashionistas were hip-hopping on the beach, with their blond and silver hair blowing in the wind, coupled with the summery hip-hop sound, which made McDonald feel relaxed and happy.
"It's good that the Burning Legion won't come." McDonald sighed with emotion. Of course he knew what 'late but arrived' means, and what is supposed to come will always come. For this reason, he sent [Sniper No. 11] in advance. Wait for a large group of elite players to explore the Broken Shore in advance.
In this rare gap between the old war and the new war, he still wanted to take a break.
After taking a sip of the ice-cold Kole offered by Calpurnia, and listening to the melodious harp played by Liadrin, McDonald slowly fell asleep in the summer wind.
When he came back to his senses, he found that it was already dark, and the only two guards left beside him were Maiev and Valeera.
Maiev smiled and said: "They are going to take a bath first, and they will have a meal later."
"Um."
Macdonald walked leisurely towards the castle.
This was the place where he once met Thrall. Now the heroic orc warchief is still fighting in another world, and only he can hang out here.
As soon as he entered the castle, Macdonald met the owner of the place, Fenner Golden Sword.
"My lord!"
Fenner saluted gracefully. The evening dress she wore today was a bit cool, and the white turtleneck corset she wore on her upper body was quite close-fitting. The sapphires inlaid on the neckband were particularly eye-catching, and the off-the-shoulder design was quite cool.
The lower body is a short red skirt with many pleats and full of bow elements. She feels like a gift box waiting to be opened.
McDonald raised his brows: "Thank you for letting you be alone in this hot place all these years! You haven't encountered any trouble recently, have you?"
Originally, McDonald asked casually, but Fenner actually nodded: "There is indeed a big problem. I can't solve it at all."
"Tell me and listen."
"My lord, please come with me."
Fenner brought MacDonald to her study. On her desk, there was a large pile of invitations spread out. MacDonald was very familiar with the painted coats of arms on many of the invitations.
Fenner continued: "In the past few months, no less than two dukes have sent people to test whether I am willing to marry."
His heart skipped a beat.
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.
The land is large, and naturally there are hills.
His subordinates are now divided into the Elf faction headed by Kaizi and Windrunner, the direct noble faction headed by Rivendell, the old noble faction headed by old Mograine, and the old ministers of Lordaeron who followed Arthas.
, four major factions. Although they will not fight for power in front of him, there are many practical problems in front of them.
It is normal for a man to marry a woman. When the children grow up, they will eventually get married.
This also means that the major nobles choose sides.
Forming cliques and so on, this is how human nobles have evolved over the past two thousand years.
This gave Fenner a hard time.
As the illegitimate daughter of Daelin, she was inevitably implicated when McDonald's snubbed Jaina. And as a half-elf, she could neither seek refuge with the elves nor be simply
Accepted by human nobles.
This is very embarrassing.
"Fenna, what do you mean..."
Fenner bowed deeply to McDonald: "Thank you, my lord, for giving me, a mixed-race child of low origin, the opportunity to prove my ability. Let me prove that I am actually no worse than Gianna..."
When she said this, McDonald felt strange. To be honest, at first, he just treated Fenna as a chess piece and threw it to Tanaris, thinking that she would just get out of the junk shipyard and give it to her.
The ship girl appears to provide cover or something.
Who would have known that he had left people here for more than ten years, and Fenna really used the few resources he gave her to continuously recruit refugees, and built a majestic seaport city in this hellish place.
Today's Golden Sword Port not only suppresses the entire Tanaris Desert, but also plays an important role as a transfer station connecting Un'Goro Crater and Silithus and exporting resources.
There is no guarantee that we will have to rely on it to fight N'Zoth in the south of Tanaris in the future.
For an illegitimate daughter who is not favored by the Proudmoore family to be able to achieve such a feat, not to mention her combat prowess, at least she has full command and internal affairs talents.
In this regard, McDonald admires her.
At this time, Fenner stood up and slowly approached McDonald: "But, times have changed, or maybe the times have never changed. With my background, reaching this point is already the limit. After all, I can't do it with myself.
My power continues to gain a foothold in this great country, so I hope that Your Majesty will take back my title and let me drown in my luxurious dream of defeating Jaina!"
"This...isn't good!"
Thinking about it, it feels unfair. Jaina was born into a royal family, but she spent so much time and money, and even sold her father in history. In the end, she was able to find Kul Tiras to endorse her and foot the bill.
Fenna worked so hard but because of her mixed-race background, she worked hard to become a duke and was ultimately unable to gain a foothold in Stratholme?
"Then, will your Majesty support me again?" Fenna showed a sad smile.
