Mograine and Mograine are indeed a little bitter. This is not the time of life and death for mankind. When that time comes, there will naturally be many people who are willing to sacrifice themselves selflessly.
But at this time, more people are thinking about how to get ahead.
Nobles paid for their lives.
Common people work hard to make money.
I’m really envious!
This is the Stratholme family, which rules nearly a quarter of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and is deeply trusted by the royal family of Menethil. If the royal family had not tried to balance the Stratholme family a little and prevent one family from becoming dominant, they would not have been able to do so.
A matter between their two families.
As the 'fuse' inserted here by the Menethil family, they did not expect to reap any good fruits.
Feeling the envious gazes of the Knights of the Scarlet Cross Legion behind him, Mograine glanced at them with contempt: "Huh! Is this what you are doing?"
The knights lowered their heads one after another. Just when they were sighing that they were "incomparable," they suddenly heard the heavenly voice of their boss: "Since they are all cowards, then I brought back 10 sets of Thorium armor and 50 sets of Mithril.
Armor doesn’t belong to you, does it?”
The knights' heads, which had been lowered just now because their lord was poor, immediately became high-spirited.
They haven't expanded their territory in two thousand years. In this parallel world, the Mograine family, which has Hearthglen as its fiefdom, only has such a large territory. No matter how outstanding its knights are, they can't add more fiefdoms.
All the knights can get are false titles and heirlooms such as armor.
A set of top-quality armor whose defensive power far exceeds that of steel armor is definitely a treasure that knights dream of.
Upon hearing this reward, the hearts of the knights became hot.
Mograine did not whet their appetite: "The battle has to be fought. Capture ten troll heads and kill the top ten in several rows, Thorium Armor. Then the ones ranked 11th to 60th in combat merit, Mithril Armor!"
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"Oh oh oh oh -" The knights of the Scarlet Cross Legion also became excited.
Over there, Abidis's men are similar.
The two of them looked at the big dog on the high platform with some emotion, and had an amazingly similar thought - this guy really knows how to be a good person!
As everyone knows, you think someone is good at being a good person, but in fact, someone is thinking about how to waste his family...
This time, the king issued a recruitment order to Mograine and the others. According to the rules, they must provide their own equipment and horses. McDonald can just provide food and fodder for the guest army. Finally, distribute the spoils to them, and that will be the end of the matter.
Everyone knows that the Moss Trolls are poor!
It took a lot of effort for McDonald to find a flaw in the system: he could not give money directly, but he could give materials as a thank you gift. Finally, he got a batch of armors out. According to the market price, a set of Thorium armor only costs 300 gold coins, and Mithril armor costs about 80 gold coins.
, this price is already the limit.
In Mograine's view, this is an example of a conscientious noble!
With this batch of thank-you gifts, he can safely control his boys.
Just as McDonald was returning to his tent, he had just pulled up the curtain. As a guard, Sir Serijek suddenly put his hand on the hilt of his sword and shouted angrily: "Who!?"
This of course alerted the two guards guarding the door.
However, what was embarrassing was that when he asked inside the curtain, his voice came from the top of the tent: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean any harm."
The sound is like a silver bell, as if each character is tugging at people's heartstrings.
The first thing that caught McDonald's eyes was a pair of long legs with perfect curves. Any more would be too plump, and any less would be too thin.
Going up the blue and black tights, there is a 23-inch waist that every human noblewoman often has to rely on crazy cinching, crazy dieting, and even the displacement of internal organs.
However, further up, there are a pair of popular towers that are also quite famous in Silver Moon City. Due to the angle of view, they almost cover the face that is as delicate as a sculpture of a goddess of beauty.
Except for her slender eyebrows and long pointed ears, she looks no different from humans.
It seemed that she also found that it was a bit inappropriate to look at people through the canyon. She jumped down lightly, and the soft silver-haired goddess spread like flowers, which was really beautiful.
"Hello! First time meeting you, Lord Macdonken Stratholme!" The female elf gently pressed her left shoulder with her right hand, and slightly opened her left hand to remove the scabbard of the dagger at her waist. This courtesy showed that she had no malice.
"Hello, I have heard of you for a long time, Your Majesty Vereesa Windrunner!" McDonald gently raised his right hand to tell his men not to act rashly.
"You know me?" The silver-haired female elf was surprised.
McDonald nodded slightly, then shrugged: "You high elves are too long-lived. Lordaeron has had dozens of generations of kings, but your side is still the Sun King. So we have all the information about your big shots in the family tree.
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"Pfft!" Veresa burst out laughing, and the Fengxing Tower trembled wildly. She finally stopped laughing: "This... is really helpless."
It seems to be self-deprecating the short lifespan of human beings, but in fact it is a secret scolding of the high elves' social class solidification, and the people below have no way to rise at all?
Of course, Vereesa would not be able to appreciate this kind of thing.
McDonald curled his lips and opened the curtain: "It's not the way to treat guests by letting them stay at the door. Please come in."
Vereesa was bold and went in first. Serijek, who was behind McDonald, glanced at him, and two guards immediately followed him. After entering, they stood next to McDonald. Naturally, there were new guards on top of the door.
Vereesa rarely looked at Macdonald with a trace of admiration in her eyes. There was a rare clarity in the eyes of this young human aristocrat.
You must know that at this point in time, the relationship between high elves and humans cannot be said to be harmonious: because the high elves are so damn arrogant that they always look down on humans who have short lifespans and take advantage of them (many elves feel that humans take advantage of the troll war to
They deceived the secrets of magic). In addition, some nobles in Lordaeron played too much. They not only held gladiatorial arenas and threw the elves they caught secretly into them to fight, but they also had the habit of privately imprisoning beautiful elves as slaves.
If McDonald had a dirty look in his eyes, Vereesa might consider running away.
She would never have imagined the origin of someone's clear eyes...
McDonald was already cursing in his heart: Your system, you did it on purpose! Do you want me to be reluctant to go back to Earth? You know that there are still Cuihua in my hometown, so you sent such a goblin to seduce me?
Bah bah bah!
Isn’t it just a bit fierce!
Your face is pretty!
The legs are a bit longer than Cuihua!
My skin is so much better!
The shelf life of beauty is measured in thousands of years!
I, I, me... I don’t want to see a girl like this!
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The person who couldn't speak clearly was just 22 years old, which is the age when he is in full swing. Considering the interstellar 404 regulations, the person who refused to admit that his DNA was changed came up with a brilliant idea:
[System, can you help me visually put on the skin of an animated character for Vereesa? It's the kind used by virtual idols, which dynamically captures people's facial expressions and makes the animated character's face make corresponding expressions. 】
[Okay. I would like to ask the host what form he wants to change the designated target Vereesa*Windrunner into. 】
