Add in the dwarf Kurtaz who is working for him for free, and the second version of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse comes to life.
If I have the Silver Five Saints in my hands, even if I don't own the world, at least I will be fair and upright.
Why is it that the most capable of my men are the future Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
If someone in the future is not good and says that the people under McDonald's staff are prone to corruption, then McDonald's old face will be completely lost.
If you don't know that you will never jump back, otherwise, if you say that Mai is actually Kel'Thuzad, some people may believe it. Well, at least sandbox players will believe it.
By the way, Kel'Thuzad was quite clever and disappeared early in the morning. Otherwise, McDonald would have forced some shady players to spread his ashes first.
Over there, Vereesa hugged her brother and cried.
"Lilas, I thought you were dead! You really scared the three of us to death!"
"Sister, am I still alive?" Lilas bared his teeth, as if he was not dead yet, but he might die if he shook it a few more times.
McDonald carefully looked at this poor guy who was mentioned a little bit in the official history of Azeroth and was not even as good as a supporting role. He died as soon as he appeared on the scene.
Lilas is undoubtedly a young lady. He is more than three hundred years old. If you exclude the elf features, he looks like a half-grown human child. He is only 1.60 meters tall, with short light blond hair and a delicate appearance.
His exaggerated face looks like something out of a BL novel. He doesn’t even need makeup, he can just put on a wig and a Lolita outfit and become the ‘Dragon King’ in the Q group.
Vereesa wiped the tears of joy from the corner of her eyes, turned to McDonald, and said with great excitement: "Thank you! McDonald! Thank you so much! You are the eternal benefactor of our Windrunner family."
The originally heartwarming scene was suddenly interrupted by a sharp voice.
"Please wait a moment, Ms. Windrunner, have you forgotten something?" A man with a sharp and mean face appeared. He had a typical aristocratic temperament, with white foundation on his face, and his nostrils turned upward. Those triangular eyes made people feel
It's very uncomfortable at first sight.
"Ah! What's wrong?" Vereesa was stunned for a moment.
"I am Locke Jacob, captain of the military police of the Alliance of Lordaeron. I specialize in coordinating the relationship between various races within the alliance and handling the internal affairs of the alliance fairly and equitably. I am directly under the command of Commander-in-Chief Lothar."
This thing makes McDonald quite uncomfortable. There must be subtle deviations in history. Anyway, in the history that McDonald is familiar with, there is no mention of the alliance having so-called military police.
Of course, there must be military police. Otherwise, in a chaotic establishment, with different ethnic customs, what kind of nonsense misunderstandings will occur? No one will coordinate to deal with it? It will also be a trouble.
McDonald's remained silent for now.
Jacob continued: "2800 years ago, when humans and high elves jointly dealt with the trolls, they signed an alliance? Recognizing that the "Noble Law" is universal between the two races. No matter what kind of conflict occurs? Is there any reason?
Both parties must not harm the other party's nobles and treat them accordingly."
Vereesa nodded in approval.
"This was also reaffirmed in the Lordaeron Covenant signed by His Highness Kael'thas Sunstrider on behalf of the Sun King just now. As captain of the military police, I have an obligation to remind you that we, the Duke of Stratholme, sent troops to rescue you.
Lord Lilas Windrunner? Legally, he is a prisoner of the Duke of Stratholme. To redeem his freedom? You must pay a corresponding ransom. Of course, as an ally? The ransom price is half of the default price in the human world.
"
Vereesa was completely stunned.
ha?
Don't talk about her, even McDonald's didn't expect so much.
But if you think about it carefully, today's Lordaeron Alliance is far from the equal alliance of later generations. A large number of the stinky rules of the nobility of the old era have been continued. A hastily built team has no time to make reforms and get rid of all kinds of bad habits.
According to written regulations, noble prisoners rescued by friendly forces are legally the private property of the rescuer.
Logically speaking, someone helped you save someone? After spending such a high price, the person who lost their loved one should at least give a corresponding gift of thanks.
If the money is really not given, then it is reasonable and legal for the rescuer to kill or cut into pieces the noble prisoner.
Jacob's announcement continued: "Given that the Windrunner family has established a territory equivalent to the earldom as a pioneer knight? According to the "Noble Law", Lilas Windrunner, the legitimate son of your family, should be recognized as Quel'Thala
Earl Si. Therefore, please raise a ransom equivalent to 5,000 Arathor gold coins and deliver it to the Duke of Stratholme within thirty days from the date of receiving the notification..."
He went on and on with a lot of details, but Vereesa couldn't listen at all.
This is no small matter!
Quel'Thalas has just joined the Alliance of Lordaeron and is in urgent need of support from the Alliance army. It is conceivable that the Sun King will never quarrel with the Alliance over this rule that has lasted for nearly three thousand years.
In the past, the Windrunner family could scrape together five thousand gold coins.
But now even the Windrunner Tower has been demolished by the orcs!
That was already a occupied area.
Where can you tell the three Windrunner sisters to find the money to redeem Liras?
If he cannot even redeem his family master, then Lilas will also be removed from the nobility of Silver Moon City, which is also equivalent to extermination.
This bolt from the blue stunned the Windrunner siblings.
Also stupid was a certain big dog owner!
As an ordinary time traveler, he has not adapted to the aristocracy. He really doesn't know that he can make money by rescuing people.
The worst part is, you still make a lot of money.
If the system were changed, it would be impossible to say that he would have laughed like a pig.
But what he has is the [Shenhao System]!
"Wait! There's no need for ransom..." Before McDonald could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Jacob.
He spoke very fast, probably saying, "Nothing can be done without rules" or something like that. He is protecting the legitimate interests of someone like you and Mai on behalf of the alliance. You don't want money. If another duke saves a noble from another family, then he will still need it.
Don’t want to reciprocate? Don’t make a bad start.
The righteous and awe-inspiring words made McDonald angry.
He suddenly remembered that Joan of Arc in history, that is, the damn King of France was unwilling to pay a ransom equivalent to about 70,000 soft girl coins, and as a result, Joan of Arc was burned to death.
By the way, the Windrunner family can't afford the ransom, so what does he want Liras to do?
At this moment, Duchess Blomius came over with Serijek.
The Duchess's face was full of bitterness: "It's really miserable. All my territory was burned down, and most of my people were sacrificed by the evil orcs. Maybe Silvermoon City doesn't want to see an incompetent Duchess. So.
, I will leave it to Sir Stratholme to handle my life."
Blommiux knelt down on one knee and bowed her head to McDonald.
Before McDonald could say anything, Serijek next to him was extremely nervous, with an expression like 'I'm afraid McDonald won't get the money, so I'll chop up the duchess with a knife and feed it to the dogs.'
Hey hey hey!
Selijek, you just met him today, okay?
Bah, you don't call it love at first sight, you call it coveting someone else's body!
