Well, the elf's lobster whisker-like eyebrows really light up the fire, they should look good.
Just imagining it, MacDonald had the illusion of seeing a miniature version of Sargeras.
"Pfft!" Hearing the elf messenger's urgent request for an audience, McDonald was the first to be unable to hold back.
He smiled, okay.
Sir, no.
This is identity!
No matter what kind of Stratholme war god or grand duke he is, he is still just a child——
If other people laugh, it will have a bad impact.
He laughed a few times and found that Lao Taizi and Lothar were full of resentment.
"Ahem!" Lothar coughed seriously: "It's a bit bad to make fun of mankind's most loyal ally for 2800 years. Don't worry about it."
Terenas: "We need the elves to join the alliance, otherwise the elves' magic and the sunwell will fall into the hands of the orcs, which is likely to give birth to a large number of evil warlocks!"
Mograine and Abbendis nodded at the same time.
The elves put it bluntly, even if everyone died, humans might not shed a tear, but if all the resources of Quel'Thalas were given to the orcs, it would be difficult.
Turalyon reminded: "There are now a large number of unknown creatures suspected to be werewolves in the Silverpine Forest. These terrifying monsters attack humans and orcs wantonly, but they do block the way for the orc army to retreat south."
Lothar pressed the location of Silver Pine Forest on the map with one hand and looked at McDonald: "We need to annihilate this orc army, but we don't want to be attacked by the main force of orcs landing later during the decisive battle."
McDonald's balls ached: "Wait a minute! Commander-in-Chief Lothar, do you want to swallow my 150,000 people and then let me lead a group of militiamen to rescue Long Ear?"
Not to mention Lothar, even Lao Taizi blushed.
That's really what they planned.
With only the 200,000 soldiers in the city of Lordaeron, it would be a joke if the orcs did not counterattack and wipe them all out. It is impossible to fight casually in the field.
The essence of human beings is repeaters. Since McDonald can use the flow of chariots to force the orcs to jump into the river, if they copy the work, at least they will not get into trouble.
Of course, the highest level of copying homework is to trick the guy with the best grades into writing it for you.
Lao Taizi wanted to keep a straight face, but he was a little reluctant to do so.
The strong wind knows the strong grass.
The few dukes under him are usually as bright as pigs per capita, and they are all reincarnated as gods of war.
As soon as the war started, it was obvious who was the loser and who was the God of War.
Now that the Duke of Lake Lordamre has become the captain of the transportation team, there are only three in the entire kingdom that are more capable: Mograine, Abbendis and Stratholme.
Lao Taizi sighed: "This is all for the Alliance of Lordaeron! Lordaeron will not treat any hero who has made sacrifices for the Alliance badly!"
Lao Taizi winked, McDonald understood!
In fact, he couldn't keep these people.
First of all, Abidis, who leads an army of 50,000, is not a vassal of Macdonken, and then there is no need to ask who will listen to the Second Storm Legion brought along this time...
To put it bluntly, McDonald's just didn't want to leave the nest because it was troublesome.
After some complaints, in fact, after the py transaction, McDonald's surrendered most of its military power and only took away the two legions of Rivendell and Serijek. The remaining 130,000 people were given to Lothar.
Macdonald was so happy because Old Taizi said: "What do you think of Tyr's Hand and Darrowshire?"
Mai was a bolt from the blue!
The Hand of Tyr is Mograine's fiefdom. He has done a good job in defending the king, and he is also quite capable of fighting, so naturally he will not cut the fiefdom.
The only explanation is that Mograine will truly become a great lord alongside Macdonald after the war. According to Macdonald's speculation, either Andorhal or a small piece of Tirisfal and Silverpine Forest will be given to him.
The Hand of Tyr is not qualified to be a duchy, and the Mograine family has always been underqualified.
The same is true for Daron County.
Now Lao Taizi has made it clear that he wants to give these two pieces of land to McDonald. Under normal circumstances, McDonald would accept it with a smile! He added the sentence "Your Majesty, your wisdom illuminates the entire continent of Azeroth." What?
Yes, in the end the king and his ministers will be happy!
Don’t forget!
Mr. Mai comes with [Star Realm Divine System]!
You king, you are so vicious! It’s too late for me to lose my family, but you still gave me so much real estate to harm me!?
McDonald's expression changed, he straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen, and his whole body was filled with awe and righteousness.
"Your Majesty! Why do you think I gave up all my wealth? I am fighting for the future of mankind..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Taizi looked like "I understand you", and Lao Huai patted McDonald's shoulder happily: "Oh, I really saw you right. You can go to the palace later. Alsace and
Ka! Li! Ya! I miss you so much.”
When Lao Taizi was talking, Er Fool's name was mentioned softly. His daughter's name was spelled out in a nice way, all she needed was an underline under it.
"Um."
Huh???
etc!
Lao Taizi, did you misunderstand something?
I never said I wanted to marry a princess!
What a joke.
I am a man destined to return to Earth!
Even if you take ten thousand steps back, shortly after the Dark Portal World War II, there will be World War III, and then Lordaeron will be completely defeated. Only a fool will sit in the sinking ship with you, Mr. Taizi!
Seeing McDonald's awkward expression, Old Taizi smiled in his heart: A princess saves a duchy, this deal is worth it!
McDonald almost left the headquarters in a daze.
Walking all the way to the palace where the two fools lived, McDonald suddenly heard a faint cry.
For a moment, he thought it was something unclean, such as the Howling Banshee. When he found that Valeera didn't respond, McDonald followed the sound and saw two maids looking embarrassed.
He saluted and pointed to the grass.
I understand!
Galen is in the grass!
Ahem! Wrong!
McDonald went over and saw only Gianna, a half-sized lolita.
"What's wrong? Gianna."
"Damn it, Angeli, why didn't you tell me that bastard McDonald was here! Ugh! Are you just here to see my joke?" The more anxious Gianna was to wipe her face, the more she looked like a flowery cat.
Seeing this scene, McDonald inexplicably wanted to teach Gianna to sing "My Sorrow is Made of Water".
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Gianna actually ran into McDonald's arms and wanted to cry on his chest.
Originally, this would be a pretty beautiful scene, except that the maid might think that the second fool has a little green on his head or something.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he hit him, McDonald took three steps back on the spot, clutching his chest and coughing in pain.
Gianna became nervous: "You...what's wrong with you?"
Valeera answered calmly and helpfully: "When my lord killed the chief of the Burning Blade clan, he accidentally strained his arm muscles and chest muscles."
Jaina: "..."
After the trouble was finally over, McDonald finally knew why Gianna was crying.
This is a change in the historical line.
In most parallel worlds, Jaina was only 3 years old in the first year of the Dark Portal. When she was three years old, her eldest brother Derek died. It really didn't make any sense at all.
The Gianna of this world is now almost 14 years old.
"My eldest brother is very good to me! Even when I'm out on the boat, he always asks people to bring me gifts during holidays. I never forget it. But he, he has become an immortal monster. Father and I have never had a fight with him.
Let him rest in peace..."
She cried and said this, and the system that caused the trouble suddenly came to work.
[Special mission (raising your brother’s ashes) released! 】
