King Daelin seriously considered whether this would have an impact on Kul Tiras' maritime status. The final conclusion was that it would not.
A century-old navy is no nonsense.
Becoming a maritime power cannot be achieved overnight.
From admirals to sailors, there are many things that can be accomplished without learning or copying them.
As a landlocked territory, Stratholme would normally have no use having so many navies.
However, after the fall of Lordaeron and the collapse of the royal family, everything changed.
The man in front of him has the capital to be crowned king. No matter how bad he is, he is still the king of a very independent grand duchy. He is fully capable of supporting all this.
Fenna held her breath until she was almost deprived of oxygen before gasping for air: "I know you are using me, but what can I gain?"
McDonald smiled: "Dignity! In a sense, you are very similar to Gianna. You also hope to prove yourself in front of your brothers and sisters. You lack the background. It just so happens that I can give you this opportunity."
Fenner had the urge to agree on the spot, but she resisted: "I want to think about it."
"It's okay, I can wait for you for a week."
A piece of news in the afternoon completely disrupted McDonald's and Fenner's plans.
As the saying goes, if you don't do it, you will die.
In this world, there will always be people who try their best to commit suicide.
After Terenas announced the establishment of the undead Empire of Lordaeron, the Duke of Lordaemir, who had escaped death because of a certain black dragon's troubles, returned to him and immediately gathered a large group of marquis and counts, publicly announcing——
"Despicable Terenas Menethil! For his own greed, he tried to establish a death empire composed entirely of the undead and slaughtered our nobles wantonly. This has seriously violated the "Noble Law"! I, Duke Lordamre,
It is announced that this duchy will break away from the Kingdom of Lordaeron and establish the Kingdom of Lordaemir!"
Then a string of nobles signed their names, declaring themselves to join the newly established Kingdom of Lordamre.
Not only that, this guy actually had the nerve to send an envoy to McDonald, show him a copy of the oath, and invite McDonald to join the Roshizi Kingdom, promising to give McDonald the status of a prince and completely 'legally' possess Anshan.
Dohar Territory, plus Brill.
The Duke of Lordaeron's plan was perfect: he only took the city of Lordaeron, the Duke of Silverpine Forest was Abedis, and the western and central parts of Tirisfal Glades were given to Mograine.
This kind of arrogant operation almost broke McDonald's head from his neck.
McDonald was so embarrassed that his soul almost came out of his body: "Is your Duke an idiot? What does he think of the Lich King?"
"Everything in the world needs a reasonable and righteous name! Without a name, we cannot do the right thing. Our Majesty, Lordaeron, does not want the homeland of Lordaeron to be divided, so we only ask for your nominal allegiance."
McDonald was so angry that he laughed and cried: "Even if you take 10,000 steps back, why can't I be the king?"
The envoy straightened his back and said with great pride: "Because our Majesty has gained more support from the nobles! According to the principle of the minority obeying the majority in the noble parliament..."
He was talking so loudly that McDonald didn't want to listen anymore.
Brother Duke, your road is narrow!
I don't even dare to challenge the Lich King. If you jump like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to become an undead, and grass will grow three feet high on the grave next year.
"Fuck the Marder Noble Council! Humanity will be exterminated if it doesn't work. You idiots are still fighting for power here!? Get out! Don't say allegiance. With the virtue of old man Lordamere, you can kill your whole family and don't expect me to come.
Save you!" McDonald threw a copy of the oath directly into the messenger's face.
"You...how can you humiliate a nobleman like this? I represent His Majesty Lord Lordamre..."
"Beat him and tell him to get out!" McDonald lost his temper.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his men dragged the guy down and beat him severely, McDonald found a burly but lonely figure standing at the door.
Yes, after the two idiots visited all the towns in the eastern part of Tirisfal Glades in a whirlwind manner, they were escorted back by Serijek who strictly followed Macdonken's orders.
McDonald didn't want two idiots to compromise on the issue of evacuating the people. He was not bragging. The Alsace version of the Lich King was definitely a hundred times more powerful than the Lao Taizi version of the Lich King.
The key is to be able to fight!
"Alsace, then..."
"McDonald's, don't comfort me, I know it. According to the "Nobility Law", if the king slaughters his vassals without sufficient justification, he will be despised by all the nobles in the world. As a vassal, of course he has
You are not qualified to abandon the oath of allegiance sworn by your ancestors."
Rules for human nobles in Azeroth: Nobles cannot be killed.
For comparison, it turns out that King Aiden of Alterac betrayed humans and joined the orcs in history. He was not sentenced to death for such a serious crime. He was only sentenced to exile. You know that killing a noble is a top crime.
This is a taboo red line that must never be touched!
To put it bluntly, no matter what the reason is, if Terenas does this, the reputation of the Menethil family will be completely ruined. Once the Seven Kingdoms Nobles Conference is held, the entire family will be expelled, if not liquidated.
Those who were in the ranks of the nobility were demoted to common people.
Even if Macdonald wanted to support Alsace as the king, he couldn't do it - you, Macdonald, continue to support a vicious family that killed vassals as the royal family. What do you mean? Do you want to change the law of nobility and allow the king to
Have the right to kill vassals?
As a member of the Chinese dynasty, of course McDonald likes that being the boss has the power to kill the disobedient younger members of the Nine Clan and so on.
But in this world, once you get started, other kingdoms won't let you play.
The alliance will inevitably fall into greater divisions.
Looking at the lonely fool, McDonald went over and gave him a hug: "Brother, don't think too much. I'll protect you siblings. Don't you want to be a general, marshal or something like that when you're young? I'll start with that.
Sign a ducal decree appointing you as Marshal of Stratholme."
Young Alsace finally cried: "Thank you! Thank you, good brother!"
These days, he has endured too many rumors. Although Serijek tried hard to suppress his subordinates, the lords of Lordaeron didn't think so.
You, Arthas, told us to run away. At most, you wiped your father's ass. Your Menethil family caused us to leave our homes again. After all, it was your family's fault. You, Arthas, took over the blame.
.
I don't know how many people cursed him openly or secretly.
Alsace rushed frantically, and every time he saved another civilian, it was an extra point of self-salvation, which made him feel better.
When his father's first duke-level vassal publicly announced his separation from the kingdom, Arthas still lost control of his emotions.
Then he saw his sister.
Kalia pursed her pretty lips and said nothing. She came over and held Alsace in one hand and McDonald in the other.
She came over to McDonald and said softly: "Thank you."
