Never mind that Terenas has made so many wise decisions in history, and then failed frequently due to selfishness or other reasons. At least he is really good for Lordaeron. For a king, he is a wise king.
Already.
"Your Majesty, I will do my best."
"Okay, go ahead!"
Seeing McDonald's back being blocked by the study door, Terenas's eyes became tangled: "You brat, if you weren't so capable and were the Grand Duke who was directly loyal to me, how could you lead Alsa to such an extent?
Si, I should kill you a thousand times. Alas! Why do you make me love and hate you so much?"
Terenas looked at his hands that were like withered tree bark: "It would be great if I could be thirty years younger, no, even ten years old. Then I wouldn't have to worry about Alsace's failure."
Just when McDonald was thinking about having sex during the Northern Expedition, as soon as he left the palace, he saw a pair of beautiful long legs, which suddenly flew into his carriage.
Without even looking at Wa Niang's reaction, McDonald knew who it was just by looking at those legs.
Vereesa grabbed his hand, her voice full of tears: "McDonald's, please save my brother Lilas. He was caught by the orcs and will be sacrificed soon."
McDonald: "..."
One makes me fast and the other makes me stubborn. It’s too difficult for me.
Vereesa said excitedly: "Me, my parents just died! The eldest sister and the second sister have the responsibility to protect Silvermoon City, and they can't leave at all. Once Liras dies, our family will be extinct! I know this request is too much,
Help me, I'll do anything!"
If you say that, I won't feel sleepy anymore.
Cough! Wrong!
I, Bo Yuntian McDonald, will never covet your beauty!
McDonald said this to himself from the bottom of his heart.
After all, Mai is an elite who has received special training from Mr. Fukada and countless other teachers, so he won't be unable to move his legs when he sees a beautiful woman.
Yes, men who talk in pants are so tough!
Even if the damn system sends out another mission, McDonald's still has the final say whether to accept it or not.
To be fair, there are too few places to waste money here with Long Ears. These guys with higher eyesight don't look down on someone's bad money at all. From the perspective of losing money, they are not as good as the refugees from Stormwind City.
Theoretically, Mr. Mai can kill all the elites he has trained and pay a wave of pensions, but this is too fucked up. Why should I kill myself to save Chang Er?
Here, Wa Niang saw that McDonald was not speaking, and she was already struggling. Her position was also a bit bad. If McDonald asked her to expel her compatriots, what would she do?
McDonald spoke, and with every word he spoke, Vereesa's heart sank a little.
"Vereesa, we are old friends. You should know that public is public and private is private. Before I became your friend, I was first the Duke of Lordaeron and a major general of the Alliance. I commanded 200,000 generals.
The lives and deaths of two million people.”
"Well, I... understand!" Vereesa's voice lowered.
"You should know the overall situation of the alliance. The main forces of Lordaeron and Dalaran are preparing to attack the 300,000 orc army in Silverpine Forest. And I am the commander-in-chief of the only mobile force in the hands of the Lordaeron Alliance."
"Yes." Veresa held Macdonald's hand, obviously stiff.
"If the Stratholme Front is defeated and is even counterattacked into the Stratholme Territory, Lordaeron will lose its last grain-producing area and rear area. The entire war situation is very likely to collapse. Do you understand?"
Every sentence was the truth, and every sentence was so heavy that Vereesa could not breathe. Neither she nor Valeela could refute it.
Veresa's face and red lips were becoming pale, and her long and cold fingers began to become stiff. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that MacDonald's hand was no longer a hand, but hers.
Let go of the last life-saving straw for you and your sisters, and you will become the extinct heir of the Windrunner family!
She was trembling, and could only stare at the young human with pleading eyes, her mouth was squirming, but she could not utter a single word.
Like a prisoner waiting for judgment, waiting for the words of judgment spit out from the tiger's lips.
"I understand your difficulties. I also hope you understand that by doing this, you are making me even more miserable."
After hearing this, Vereesa's eyes once again had a look of hope, despite her discomfort.
He didn't refuse?
McDonald's, he didn't refuse!?
So, there is hope?
Vereesa couldn't control herself and her breathing became rapid.
She was like a fish being fished out of water, her lips opening and closing rapidly uncontrollably.
"As an old friend, I will send my most elite commando team to try. But I must emphasize that I cannot guarantee the result! And regardless of the result of saving people, the additional battle damage, loss of life and corresponding costs must be
It's up to you, the Windrunner family, to take care of it." McDonald's deep voice sounded like the sound of nature to Vereesa's ears.
At this moment, that beautiful face like a hundred flowers in full bloom was already full of tears.
What a nice view!
Such beautiful tears are just like the dew on the flowers in early spring.
Not to mention Veresa, even Wa Niang smiled happily, and the scarf could not hide the smile in the corners of her eyes.
"Yes! We will! For Liras, our Windrunner family is willing to pay any price!" Vereesa smiled like a flower, and then she clung to McDonald: "By the way, are your commandos very powerful?"
"Of course! The [Trident] Legion is the pride of our Stratholme family!"
"Yes, your [Barbatos Air Combat Regiment] is also very powerful, but a little weird." Vereesa didn't know what to say. Some of the soldiers in the Air Combat Regiment drooled at the long legs of the elves all day long.
Fortunately, McDonald didn't intend to deceive Vereesa, and immediately arranged for the Griffin team to rush them to Stratholme.
Almost that afternoon, a fierce and deserted battle began.
“Bang bang bang!”
In the orc camp opposite the Northland Fortress, the troll responsible for surveillance saw a scene he would never forget. Humans began to attack without warning.
The straight smoke quickly rushed high into the sky from the top of the city, drawing an extremely exaggerated parabola with a large arc. It crossed the steep U-shaped mountain road and landed on the top of the camp with incomparable accuracy.
This city, whose style of painting was very similar to Orgrimmar, the main city of the orcs in later generations, was immediately destroyed.
Time was too short, and the city wall built by hard workers and the wooden superstructure simply could not withstand the mortar bombardment.
Every time a high-explosive bomb exploded, large swaths of wood slag and orc corpses exploded out like building blocks broken by a kick.
This scene deeply shocked Vereesa, who was watching the battle while riding on the griffin.
Although she knew very well that this kind of long-range attack at a high angle would not have any effect on Silvermoon City, which had a magic shield, she still felt a soul-cleansing shock at being able to clear out the orc stronghold so easily.
