Nowadays, if you are a good boy and tells the truth, no one will believe you anymore?
However, McDonald could not explain it.
How can a normal human being wear a full set of armor and charge at 250% speed? Even warrior professionals who have mastered the secret of [Rage], the effect of charging varies from person to person and is very physical.
Who uses systematic skills like someone?
Moreover, the slow motion when drawing the gun is not for the sake of being cool, it is because after the skill, the muscles suddenly become very sore and I can't move faster even if I want to.
How did you become ‘well-prepared’?
Let me insert a bamboo stick into your chest and try it?
The more McDonald tried to defend himself, the more disbelieving others became.
"Your Excellency, being too humble is not good!" Tirion Fordring, who has been an upright boy all his life, choked McDonald's mouth.
Forget it, he came back in a mess, only to find that McDonald was fine. Mograine also intervened, and rushed up without saying a word and gave him a big bear hug: "As expected of the Stratholme family, I am here."
Your Excellency has seen the heroic appearance of our ancestors."
this……
What does having the surname Stratholme have to do with my surname being Mai?
Someone who had endless complaints in his heart had to hold his nose to recognize this character.
There is no way! Those who can join the nobility are all those who followed the Menethil family to kill people. In the wild land, the best people to kill people are the bosses. Otherwise, how did this grand duke come from?
McDonald didn't know what to say.
With the Moss Rotten Troll's final counterattack failing, the assault on the mountain has reached its final stage.
That night, all the moss remnants hiding in the corners of the altar and in the cave were killed, bringing a perfect end to this short war.
"Sir Windrunner, do you really not want the troll's head?"
In response to McDonald's suggestion, Veresa smiled and raised the troll totem flag in her hand that looked like a child's graffiti: "We only recognize this."
"Okay!" McDonald didn't care.
The first time you see a troll head covered in ketchup, you will definitely want to vomit, and you will get used to it after vomiting.
After a second thought, McDonald decided to leave a small gift to the north - at the entrance of the mountain pass connecting Stratholme Territory and the Elf Territory, a huge Jingguan was built. It was a pyramid made of a thousand troll heads.
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After he gracefully gave Mograine and Abbidis their planned thank you gifts, before he had time to disband the army, he received a notification from the king from the city of Lordaeron.
"Your Excellency Stratholme, Your Majesty was very happy after hearing about your heroic feat of annihilating the Moss-rot Troll. I hope that Your Excellency can come to the city of Lordaeron to conduct a triumphal ceremony."
Introduce...
McDonald was a little confused.
Exterminating a troll clan can be said to be a big or small matter.
After all, Rotten Moss is not a big clan, but a small regional clan. If it is the Amani trolls who are entrenched in the high elves, say at least tens of thousands of people, then it is worthy of the country's celebration.
It's not impossible to celebrate. After all, McDonald's succeeded in annihilating the people here that N generations failed to accomplish.
He always felt that King Terenas was trying to make excuses.
"Sir, don't think too much. Maybe His Majesty just wants to meet you. Your father was a good brother who wore the same pants as His Majesty back then!" Mograine advised.
The more this guy behaves like this, the more McDonald's feels like there's something fishy about him.
This battle was weird from the beginning, as if the king had asked two tools to help him gain honor. Killing two trolls every minute and bringing back their heads would turn it into a great victory.
However, what was a theoretical armed parade turned into a real victory, which suited the king's heart even more?
"Okay! I'll go after making arrangements."
In order to prevent the Mossrotten Trolls from leaving any dead species, it is necessary to station people in Zumashal.
It just so happened that Rivendell had achieved some military exploits, and Macdonald allowed him to be promoted and make a fortune...
"Oryx! I leave Zumashal to you! It is true that this place is barren, but this is an indivisible part of the sacred territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron."
"I will defend the honor of the Stratholme family with my life!" Baron Rivendell was so moved that he bowed to the ground and kowtowed vigorously.
How many years has it been since there was a new field noble?
In the current era of solidified classes, any new territory of a noble is basically obtained from the big nobles.
Even though Zumashal seems to be a barren place, who can say that there must be no mines?
"The fief is given to you. But to be upgraded to Viscount, it depends on whether you can successfully transfer to [Paladin]!" A certain Yin-Yang master named Mai said this.
Rivendell's heart skipped a beat, and he knew that the Duke was one and the same. If he couldn't become a Paladin, Zumashal would not only have the surname Rivendell.
You, a mere baron, want to have such a large fief?
"I will definitely live up to my lord's expectations."
Mai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: The biggest suspect of the 25th generation was finally thrown out. Rivendell, if you are not pure in mind, you will definitely not be able to pass the archbishop test. Don't blame me for killing my little brother. If you pass the test, forget it.
If you are really destined to be a rebel, then you can get away far enough and you won't be able to harm me.
The reward for the biggest head was announced, and Serijek and other knights naturally waited eagerly. He was not disappointed. As the Cart King the next day, he was awarded the title of Baron.
Don't think that it's just a mere promotion. The so-called knight is just a useless title to distinguish between knights and commoners. Only a baron can truly enter the aristocratic class.
Many knights have been working as tools for countless generations before they are eligible for promotion. They also need to be lucky enough to meet a generous lord.
McDonald stood in front of the bodies of the fallen soldiers and lowered his head slightly: "I know that they died for the glory of the Stratholme family and for the peace and tranquility of the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. They are heroes! But I
It’s certain that those nasty Moss Trolls’ weapons have some kind of evil curse that we can’t see, so I’m sorry to say, but their remains must be cremated!”
"Ah!" As soon as McDonald said it, the whole thing went crazy.
People of this era were particular about returning fallen leaves to their roots and being buried after death.
Someone who is familiar with the overall development of the future knows that if there is an eventuality and he has not returned when the Scourge Legion comes to kill him in the future, then the corpses left behind now will become the Scourge Soldiers in the future.
Someone is thinking no! He won’t really stay until then!
But I am also afraid that I will be cheated again next time I settle the account.
Mr. Mai, who would never leave such a flaw, made up his mind to whip the corpse, ahem, to abolish the bad custom and promote environmentally friendly cremation.
He raised his hand and made a fist, and the people below fell silent.
Yes, this is the majesty of a great lord and a victor.
"I also know that tradition makes it impossible for you to accept this kind of thing. Let's do this. Those who insist on the old customs will have their pension reduced by half, and their household registration will be moved to the barony of Rivendell. Those who agree to be cremated will have their pension increased by 30%. If there are boys at home, they will be given a pension.
Come to the Duke's Palace as an attendant or retinue. Anyone with a knighthood can come to me to receive a share of the Dural Mithril Mine!"
As soon as these words came out, the breath of all the soldiers in the audience stopped, and everyone's hearts beat wildly with excitement.
What is the purpose of being a younger brother for so many generations? Isn’t it just to have a piece of food that can’t be eaten by generations?
Unless a new territory is established like today, there is no need to think about a fiefdom.
But this is a mine!
Even if the mayor reads out for the Duke next, explaining that each knight who died in the battle can only get 1% of the dividend from the mine, that is also a permanent dividend that can be designated as an heir!
Burial?
Tradition?
Can any mine be valuable?
Woohoo! It’s not that we don’t stick to tradition, it’s just that Duke Macdonald gave us too much.
Everyone in Stratholme became fanatical.
"Long live the Duke of Stratholme!"
"We swear allegiance to the Duke's family to the death!"
They were actually excited, but Mograine next to them was extremely embarrassed.
Why?
His soldiers are all as jealous as rabbits!
No one knows that McDonald treats these mines as a hot potato from the bottom of his heart - Damn it! Fortunately, I am smart, I have fought in the war, and I still have the mines in my hands. Doesn't this mean that the more you spend, the more money you make!?
