Chapter 305 It is impossible, so it is worth believing (2 more)
The old man said:
"I am an ordinary freeman on a farm in Andorhal. I have always been proud that my son is a heroic Alliance lieutenant colonel. Until one day, the orcs destroyed my hometown, and then, my son became a death knight.
The identity appeared in front of me. Today, I offer the remains of my ancestors just because I don’t want my ancestors to crawl out of the ground and scare my sons and grandsons. If this can let them rest in peace forever, then
So be it."
Death Knight...the Alliance is no stranger to this term.
The dead heroic soldiers turned into immortals and stabbed their former comrades with swords. This kind of thing is absolutely heartbreaking.
During the last war, many alliance soldiers knew about this, but they all had a tacit agreement not to mention it.
Everyone avoids this topic.
Fortunately, this is not the norm.
Only very powerful warriors, usually knights, can be transformed into death knights after death.
In the orc camp, death knights are only a minority after all.
Unexpectedly, this would gradually turn into a nightmare walking on the earth!
The lineup of the undead has expanded, and is no longer limited to knights. Even innocent civilians can become undead who cause harm to one party.
It’s really hard for everyone to accept this kind of thing.
Even though the news of the undead has spread throughout the Northern Continent, there are reports of sightings of terrifying undead creatures from various places.
In addition to moving human corpses, there are also various animal corpses.
They have a rotten appearance and will attack any living creature.
The response of most lords to this was to be numb and let it go, pretending not to hear or see. Some of them had even secretly joined the Curse Sect.
Only McDonald was the first to propose cleaning up the remains.
After more and more people agreed, the Duke of Stratholme announced that he would purify the remains of his ancestors, hoping that their souls would be returned to the Great Cathedral of Stratholme and become heroic spirits guarding the people of this land.
The ceremony was held very grandly and lasted for three days.
With the lord's leadership, the decree was carried out smoothly.
In both territories, lit bonfires and crying people can be seen everywhere.
In November, more than 10 million corpses of various types have been burned.
"Knock, knock." Alleria knocked on the door of McDonald's study.
McDonald looked away from the black smoke columns outside the city: "What's going on?"
"Master, do you have anything else to tell us?"
"Why do you ask that?" McDonald looked at this elf beauty who was full of intellectual and mature charm with a bit of surprise.
"This undead incident will probably cause a big fuss, probably sweeping across the entire continent." Alleria sat on the chair for the guests in front of the desk, her eyes as calm as water.
"How did you judge?" McDonald was a little surprised.
"How serious you are!"
"oh?"
"In the last war, when the orcs were still in the Southern Continent, you had already built a fortress at your doorstep. You are always more sensitive to crises than anything else! And in order to deal with the crisis, your preparations have always been so cautious that... well
, almost to the point of morbidity.”
McDonald laughed dumbly: "Where did you see that?"
"You renovate the Andorhal Fortress and the Sodoril River Fortress, and set up defenses along the King's Road that runs east-west in the territory of Andorhal. Prepare a large number of incendiary bombs, gasoline bombs and holy water. Install flamethrowers for individual soldiers and tanks.
.Clean up all corpses that may become undead. This is not aimed at the undead, but who is it aimed at?"
"Oh." McDonald was noncommittal.
His actions cannot be hidden from any senior general with sufficient military knowledge.
"What I want to know most right now is where did the undead army you fear come from? And what is its size? Also, is this what you saw from Nozdormu?" Alleria
He stood up, pressed his hands on the desk, and leaned over to look directly at McDonald.
McDonald had to turn his gaze away.
"Probably, it will be the west side!"
"Landing from the west coast of Tirisfal Glades? I don't know if the city of Lordaeron can withstand it." Alleria said to herself.
Am I going to tell you that in history, Arthas himself exploded the thunder and slaughtered the entire city of Lordaeron from the inside, and then the undead army snowballed and harmed the entire continent. After enough trouble, he forced Ner'zhul to do something.
, get out and go to the ice-covered continent of Northrend?
McDonald was silent, and Alleria, who had been secretly observing his words, carefully judged whether her temptation was correct.
She immediately realized keenly that her guess might be wrong.
"Is it more than that? Or is the undead army going to land in Quel'Thalas?" The eldest sister of the Windrunner finally expressed her biggest worry.
"I want to know too." Queen Xi's voice came.
"Me too."
McDonald turned around and as expected saw the two familiar female figures on the windowsill.
Instead of complaining about why Windrunner didn't come in properly and always liked to come in through the window, McDonald stood up and walked to the wall where the map of the Eastern Kingdom's continent was hung.
"When winter comes, the window is broken. You can only use a piece of rag to resist the cold wind in the north. If there is a hole in the cloth, you can still patch it. What if this is not a cloth, but a fishing net?"
The three sisters were stunned.
How to make up for this?
Anyone with a brain knows that it is best to replace the windows with new ones.
But the person who sees the problem is himself part of the fishing net?
This is like a dead end!
Not only for Lordaeron, but also for Quel'Thalas. The three sisters had a rough feeling that the high elves' hometown would probably suffer another disaster this time.
Last time, McDonald's was able to hold on, but what about this time?
Seeing McDonald's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, they couldn't help but become nervous.
Moreover, their current embarrassing status is the biggest problem - in the eyes of the compatriots in Silvermoon City, they are already big traitors who mix with humans. By attracting orcs, they try to gain a higher status.
That kind of entanglement and helplessness deeply gnawed at their hearts.
McDonald felt the same way. Above them was the Sun King who was occupying the manhole and not taking a shit. At this point in time, there was a man who was still trying to follow the same old ways, crazy about thick black studies and palace politics.
A balanced old man.
He also felt frustrated that he had no power to use.
If he were the king of Lordaeron, he wouldn't have such trouble. He would ensure that all the five provinces were in perfect condition, and not a single cursed cultist could be found.
He has absolutely no chance of becoming the King of Lordaeron in this life. Since he has to protect two fools, he will definitely protect him to the end.
McDonald spoke, and the bitter smile at the corner of his mouth gave people a taste of hope. For some reason, it made the hearts of the people in the room tremble.
"I did not return to this world to fail."
"My feet were stuck in the mud, but my head never bowed."
“Only because it’s impossible, that’s why it’s worthy of belief!”
