"The strongest soldiers in Lordaeron are here, and their prince should be here too." Arthas opened his arms, as if he was ready to listen to the cheers of the soldiers. Unfortunately, what he waited for was only the minimum respect based on status.
, the next second, the second fool looked like a defeated rooster: "My father asked me to work for the army."
"Huh?" McDonald was not a fool. He was sensitive to a slight change and Terenas' attitude towards him might have changed.
Lao Taizi is an excellent politician. His approach of giving priority to Lordaeron cannot be said to be wrong from his standpoint, but in the overall situation, it is a bit narrow-minded.
Calculating the post-war layout in advance is what a politician does.
Lao Taizi sent the two fools over, saying that they wanted to work for the army or to let Ersha feel the atmosphere of the battlefield. From another perspective, it was not just a face-saving act.
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: Sure enough, I have been too promiscuous recently? I have been busy fighting the orcs, and I have no time to communicate with Lao Taizi about the post-war situation. But how can I persuade him? Lao Taizi only thinks about himself or the two fools.
As Emperor Thoradin, anyone who stands in his way will be killed, right?
Thinking about the fact that he had kept the Barov family alive without saying a word, McDonald knew that the old man probably hated him. Perhaps, it was not even hate, but it was the kind of tangled love and hate.
To be honest, he should be the one struggling with this, McDonald.
Normally, after completing the Dark Portal World War II, he should run away.
If he ran away like this, the second fool would probably turn into the Lich King. In the past, he might have believed that he had changed the second fool enough, and maybe the second fool would take another path. Now it seems that since there is someone on the other side
[Steel Star], then at least the Bronze Dragon or the Eternal Dragon takes action, and the chance of the path of destiny being re-corrected greatly increases!
Here, McDonald is thinking wildly, but the two fools don't understand.
"What? Do you think I'm in your way? McDonald's." The second idiot looked around: "Now the soldiers in Lordaeron all admire you! They say you are the King of Bunkers and the Pizza Hut in Stratholme.
He is the God of War."
"Envy?"
"Of course!" The second idiot said openly.
"Can you puff up your chest and make that button pop out?"
"What's so difficult about this?" Alsace, who was dressed in casual clothes, straightened his chest and abdomen, put his elbows to his waist, and without even yelling "Where is the monster", he pumped his pectoralis major muscles, and then he saw two
The button was shot out.
The corners of McDonald's eyes twitched as he watched.
Your Highness, why are your breasts so exaggerated? How does this make girls with B cup or below embarrassed?
Of course, McDonald had plenty of ways to cure (deceive) the second idiot. He quickly poked the second idiot's chest muscles with his fingers: "Wait until you have a few scars here. The real medal is not something pinned to the dress.
,Scars are the badge of manhood!”
After saying that, Mai turned around and left.
Alsace was stunned when he heard this, feeling like he was enlightened.
No wonder the soldiers only showed superficial respect for him, but were sincerely convinced of McDonald.
"Is this the difference between me and you..." The second idiot's thoughts suddenly dispersed, but after a few seconds, he thought: "Wait, this is wrong! I never heard that you were injured!"
Grass!
Blind monk, you hit the mark again!?
McDonald stopped, turned around suddenly, and showed his side face: "Have you ever tried pointing your toes behind your back? I have tried it!"
When I first tasted Alsace, I immediately felt a sense of panic.
Liadrin said in a slightly excited tone: "In order to prevent a [Steel Star] from rushing into the Western Spring Fortress, the Lord kicked the [Steel Star] away with his own strength, at the cost of severely dislocating his right knee and ankle.
"
Having no scars does not mean that you have not been injured.
What McDonald did was worthy of being called a hero.
Alsace's eyes suddenly became blurry: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Then... should I wait until I have scars on my chest..."
Before he finished speaking, McDonald turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "Idiot! Making scars on your chest deliberately is called suicide. When you actually achieve results, you will naturally gain the respect of the soldiers."
Well, when you, idiot, have scars on your chest, I will tell you that one is not enough, at least seven must be arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.
The second fool was still a little aggrieved: "When can I become a hero like you?"
"Alsace."
"Um?"
"Do you know where there are the most heroes in the world?"
"Alliance?" The second fool replied tentatively.
"It's a cemetery!"
"..."
"I know you are conflicted, but you still have a father and you are not an adult yet. So you must be patient enough before you are 18 years old. Unless you have to, now you should be an observer and a listener.
Instead of rushing to the front of the team like a blind fly." :(/
"But I..."
McDonald grabbed the two idiots by the collar: "Do you think this is the last battle between the Alliance and the Orcs? I tell you, no! Absolutely not! The battle still has to be fought! Those damn greenskins are through a
It came through the giant portal. Since the lurking enemy can send two million orcs over, next time we can send five million over."
Alsace was really stunned and said after a long time: "Really?"
"Why should I lie to you? The previous peace will become history, and we will probably have to fight on and off for twenty or thirty years. I have no choice but to go to the battlefield at the age of 16. If I could, I would rather be a prodigal and spend my whole life.
, teasing beautiful women everywhere. But I have no choice! Alsace, you are different! As a brother, I at least hope that you can calm down and seriously think about what kind of king you want to be in the future, instead of imitating one foolishly.
You are destined to be someone you cannot imitate!”
Alsace felt like he was being poured cold water down his spine.
How could anyone dare to tell the truth to him in such a rebellious manner when he was always in the deep palace? To give him advice from the bottom of his heart?
His father would only make demands blindly, but would not tell him how to achieve his goals.
Only McDonald would do him good from the bottom of his heart.
For a moment, tears shone in the corners of his eyes.
"If I want to be like, no, please tell me, what should I do?" Alsace clenched his fists.
"You must first have a dream!" McDonald's eyes seemed to drift into the distance: "Then figure out the method to achieve the dream, as well as the price required, and finally make unremitting efforts for it!"
McDonald doesn't know how much the two fools heard.
Young people in the second grade of middle school are the most impulsive.
I'll give you as much advice as I can.
"Your Majesty Major General Stratholme, the time has come." Rivendell walked over and said businesslikely.
McDonald glanced back at Alsace, and then withdrew his gaze. He quickly turned over and mounted the one-year-old [Invincible]. This pony's body bones have not yet fully grown, and it has not really grown into a full set of horse armor.
It's not possible to charge from a distance, but it looks very impressive.
