(Of course I, McDonald’s, can get the monthly ticket crown.
But it's not necessary!
The most valuable thing in Azeroth is the crown.
After the alliance was established, all the kings of the first seven human kingdoms died, except Jean, who later became a werewolf.
The boss will probably die badly, which is almost equated with the word "sudden death".
McDonald opened his hands to the two fools: "Okay, great His Highness Alsace, you have got the answer you want, it's time for you to go back. His Majesty Terenas will be unhappy if he knows you sneaked out."
Mai could completely imagine the old Taizi going crazy in the royal study, blowing his beard and staring.
Alsace's neck shrank on the spot.
Well, this looks very much like McDonald skipping class for the first time in his life.
There are only zero or countless times of skipping classes.
It's addictive!
"I, I'm here to support your work, uh... I want to see how you relieve refugees." The second idiot argued forcefully.
McDonald's half-open eyes looked like dead fish eyes: "You will get your hands dirty."
Er Fool firmly said: "If this is for the people, I have no regrets."
"Okay, since you insist."
If McDonald's comes to occupy the magpie's nest, he will inevitably get a blank stare.
Don't talk about him, young Darian was poked in the back and scolded frequently.
"Isn't it good for us to save their people?" Alsace asked McDonald in a low voice.
McDonald curled his lips: "It is a good thing for the people. But by doing this, I will undoubtedly block the way of many people."
"What?"
"We haven't been able to resume production for a full year. Do you think this is a simple disaster of war?"
Alsace's pupils suddenly shrank.
McDonald pointed to a place in the west of the city where there was no smoke at all: "Do you know where that place is?"
The second fool shook his head.
"That's a slum." McDonald sighed: "In this bad era, those who have the ability to escape are already strong. The real weak are those poor people who don't even have the strength to escape. This principle is like
Just like drowning people, don't think they still have the strength to flutter, most of them sink silently until they drown."
The guards opened the way, and Alsace followed McDonald into the area. When he saw the dirty, narrow streets that exuded an unpleasant stench, Alsace almost vomited on the spot.
The young prince was greatly shocked when he saw the skinny refugees, regardless of gender or age.
Not only did they lack food, they also lacked warmth.
"I know there is a food shortage, but can't they cut some firewood?" Alsace asked this question, which proved that he had done his homework.
"What if the lord forbids them from going up the mountain to cut firewood?" McDonald asked backhand with a mental torture.
"How dare Mograine!?" The second fool became angry immediately, but his anger lasted for less than five seconds. He suddenly realized: "No, Duke Mograine has almost never returned to Andorhal."
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The original Duke of Andorhal died, but his nobles and officials survived.
Mograine was suddenly transferred from the small Hand of Tyr to the territory of Andorhal, which was nearly ten times larger. He himself faced various manpower shortages. Because the royal family's troops were defeated, he had to represent the royal family to fight in the south.
mainland.
"That's right. This is not Mograine's fault. He has no chance to govern the territory, and he does not have the appropriate manpower and officials. He can only temporarily entrust the territory to the original nobles and internal officials of Andorhal." Mai.
Daken sighed.
Whenever there is a disaster, if there is a lack of a strong government, the consequences will be unimaginable.
McDonald thought about the year 2020 that he had traveled back to, and it was just as magical as Azeroth. During that great plague, the son-in-law of the ugly country leader took the lead in making money, and the result was a plague that could have been eradicated because of **,
It suddenly turned into a super plague with 300,000 people infected every day.
The wealth of the world's richest man Sobes has increased by 80 billion US dollars, and the number of billionaires in the ugly country has increased by 29.
The same is true here.
MacDonald casually handed Alsace a document.
After just a few glances, the prince of Lordaeron became furious: "How dare they do this!?"
Orcs swept through Lordaeron, and every noble family, big or small, basically suffered a heavy loss.
After the war, with Mograine relying on them to manage the place, the small nobles among them intensified their efforts to make money.
All kinds of taxes are collected with clever names, such as agricultural tools tax, logging tax, and then they collude with businessmen to raise the selling price of seeds, lower the purchase price of grain, and then resell it at high prices, etc.
Only if you can't think of it, they can't do it.
This is the main reason why the Andorhal Territory obviously has more farmland than the Stratholme Territory, but it is trapped in a food shortage.
What's even better is that the peasants can't survive, but Duke Mograine, who is thousands of miles away, takes the blame.
Throughout the three years of the Dark Portal, the mantra of the tax collector in Andorhal was: "The great Duke Mograine saved your lives, but you are ungrateful."
The people who did not die at the hands of the orcs starved to death in the fertile territory of Andorhal. This became the most wonderful irony.
Alsace trembled all over: "McDonald's, is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, but this will dirty your hands, and it goes against your father's approach."
"I don't fucking care!" The prince with a strong sense of justice seemed to be spitting fire from his eyes.
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "Why do I feel like I'm going to instigate you?"
"I will go to hell for the sake of the people!"
McDonald was shocked by the momentum called [Justice] in the young man in front of him: "I need your help to deal with the lower-level nobles here. According to the noble law, even if I obtain the authorization of Duke Mograine, it is impossible.
Execute these guys for something like this."
"What do I do?"
"There is a loophole here - the nobles here have not yet had time to perform the allegiance ceremony to Duke Mograine. After losing their allegiance to the original owner, Duke Andorhal, they are in principle affiliated with the royal family. I remember that you are a prince
, has the power to appoint pioneer knights and pioneer nobles, so why not send them to Alterac?"
Alsace was stunned and reacted on the spot.
Okay, let these bitches fight against the amazingly powerful Frostwolf clan.
No matter who died, they were doing it to eliminate harm for the people. Anyway, with King Aiden as a precedent, no one would dare to be raped again.
Alsace's response was sonorous and powerful: "Okay!"
The prince of Lordaeron responded, and the middle and lower nobles of Andorhal were immediately unlucky.
Originally, in the middle of winter, they were warming themselves in front of the fireplace, eating barbecue and singing songs. Suddenly, a group of ferocious Stratholme soldiers came in and raised their legs high without saying a word.
Tax collectors and grain merchants, as long as they did not have noble skins to protect them, were all sent to the southeast branches of the big tree.
Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!
The remaining nobles, in a state of confusion, were requisitioned by their own princes and sent to the barren Alterac Mountains in the cold winter.
Not to mention, they were attacked by orcs one after another on the way. After one winter, there was no chance of joining the Syndicate.
If the orcs are committing murder, what does it have to do with me, McDonald?
Don't ask, it's the [Orb of Fraud]!
Arthas was a little carried away by the cheers of the miserable people, and he did not realize that his old father in Lordaeron was so angry that he vomited blood.
