Chapter 34 Never wake up those who pretend to be asleep
The history that someone knows has undergone a subtle shift.
Historically, Bolvar Fordragon had to wait until the Second Dark Portal War to truly enter the world of Azeroth.
There was really no one left in the Kingdom of Stormwind, so it was his turn to be the regent. When he attacked the Gate of Scourge, he was injured by the plague gas and was purified by the flames of the Red Dragon Queen, but he did not die. However, after he was taken away by the Lich King
, but unexpectedly withstood the soul torture that even Serijek and other paladins had not endured, and did not become a death knight. He stuck to his heart, and finally, driven by fate, in order to guard against the evil from the world of death, he voluntarily
Become the most useless and loser Lich King.
To be honest, Bolvar is not very good in either literature or martial arts. The only thing that can be commended is his absolute loyalty to the Kingdom of Stormwind and his unimaginable endurance.
McDonald's impression of him mainly focused on two points: "The most loyal minister in the sky" and "Super strong sandbag".
Even so, McDonald would really like to have such a loyal subordinate. Unlike him, the N future Knights of the Apocalypse under him, no matter whether they are young or not, at least their bones are not strong enough.
McDonald, together with the other big guys, carefully looked at this ordinary-looking Duke.
He has a typical warrior image, with deep and rough facial features, impressive ear-length brown-red hair, and a rather muscular figure.
Many people noticed that the armor he wore was full of shocking holes. The most exaggerated one was from the left shoulder to the collarbone. The triangular hole could fit a baby's fist.
He was dusty and even his cloak was a little dirty.
This made the nobles present very disgusted.
Walking up, Bolvar bowed deeply: "Good day, His Majesty Terenas Menethil, the great King of Lordaeron. Good day, distinguished lords. I am Fordragon, Duke of the Kingdom of Stormwind. I am here this time.
, hoping to personally describe a terrible foreign invasion that is related to the survival of the Seven Kingdoms..."
He began to vividly describe the terrifying enemies encountered by the Kingdom of Stormwind - they had weird green skin, were often over 7 feet (2.13 meters) tall, were powerful, and had cruel personalities. They killed human civilians indiscriminately, and some even had cannibalism.
habits.
Then those terrifying greenskins have conquered most of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Having said this, Duke Andorhal, who was sitting opposite McDonald, yawned.
Andorhal in this world is not a small town. It is a large city located in the center of the kingdom, connecting the east and west. It is not as good as Lordaeron and Stratholme, and has a population of 50,000.
Andorhal is an important grain-producing area in Lordaeron, and the Duke of Andorhal is extremely fat, well, fat in every sense of the word.
"Oh! How ridiculous! The Kingdom of Stormwind is so ineffective that it has to use a duke to pay a personal visit to cover up its incompetence at the hands of the trolls?" The fat-bellied grand duke showed disdain in his eyes and glanced unhappily.
He glanced at McDonald: "Please, there is a limit to how incompetent you can be. Any 16-year-old kid in Lordaeron can destroy a troll clan."
McDonald would be willing to bet a dime that even he, McDonald, would not like the fat pig across from him.
Speaking of which, anyone who is a Duke really dislikes him from the bottom of his heart.
Because a fief is a land that has been sealed away, unless he commits some shocking evil act such as unreasonable treason, the king has no right to take the fief back. At most, he can let this generation of Dukes retire and replace it with his son.
This kind of hereditary real power in China makes the dukes unscrupulous.
Of course, it is one thing to criticize McDonald's. In front of outsiders, you must at least be consistent with others.
Bolvar was a little confused. He had just arrived in Lordaeron and had not received any new news.
It was Terenas who spoke again: "My most loyal and reliable Duke of Macdonken, Stratholme, just half a month ago completely wiped out the troll Rotten Moss clan entrenched in Zumashal, beheading two thousand people."
"Well, congratulations." Bolvar is a good old man after all. Although he thinks that killing two thousand trolls is not very impressive, it at least made him look at McDonald in a new light temporarily.
But the topic cannot be strayed too far.
Bolvar argued: "Are you the Duke of Andorhal?"
"Yes." The big fat pig snorted coldly.
"No king would admit to an enemy that occupies half of his kingdom. They are really not trolls, but a completely new race completely different from trolls. If possible, I would like to present one of their corpses."
Although most of the nobles showed disgust, King Terenas agreed and let the royal wizard and guards make arrangements.
Soon, looking at the burly figure sealed in the ice coffin by ice magic, all the Lordaeron bosses finally showed doubtful expressions.
This typical orc corpse is actually very convincing.
At first glance, there is a big difference between the slim and hunched figure of the troll. The tendons on the orc's arms are comparable to the troll's thighs, as well as the well-developed chest muscles and strong waist, which are very different from the giant who likes to hunch.
Demons are different too.
Anyone with a little common sense will realize that this and the troll are two different creatures.
But this world!
It is better to do less than to do more.
Isn't it nice to be drunk every day, lying on the floor and teasing the maid?
"This is the Troll! Don't think I can't tell. This is the big guy among the Trolls. Is he called the Zealot or something?" Duke Andorhal opened his eyes and told lies.
"They are barbarians," the other Duke said half-knowingly.
"Hey, I've seen bigger ones, and you have to use a ballista to kill them. But there aren't many of them among trolls, not even one in a thousand."
The hall was noisy, and the dukes and counts were all talking about the troll.
Bolvar is an honest man. He has never been a Zhuge Liang who quarreled with other scholars. As he talked, he began to despair.
He was not stupid, he realized that he would never be able to wake up a group of people who were pretending to be asleep.
He knew very well that to deal with the terrible green tide, it would be impossible without mobilizing the entire human world.
But these people in front of them can't see the imminent threat, they only see the interests of their own one-third acre of land - very simple, this has not yet reached Lordaeron! Then the life and death of your Kingdom of Stormwind has nothing to do with me, Lordaeron.
What's the point of Danlun? Do you want me to pay you to go across thousands of miles of sea and go on an expedition to help you restore the Kingdom of Stormwind? Isn't it good for me to guard my fertile fiefdom? Is it worth going to your wild land?
This is the chain of contempt.
As the strongest human kingdom, not to mention the nobles of other countries, even the kings of other countries, these great masters may not think highly of them. Since there is no benefit, why should I help you? Just pretend that I can't see it.
Envoys from the Kingdom of Stormwind have come several times before, but each time they asked for help in vain, asking for this or that without promising anything in return.
Bolvar argued for a long time, his lips were dry, and he was stunned that he could not convince anyone.
"Duke Fordagon, you have worked hard for coming all the way. You should rest first. We will discuss it behind closed doors first. Perhaps you can also go to the noble salon and state your country's difficulties." Terenas' attitude was obvious.
, it is impossible for me to agree to support the Kingdom of Stormwind in an official capacity, but you can go to the private sector to find the enemy.
Bolvar's face was full of despair, and he didn't know how he walked out of the meeting hall.
Failed again!
How can I be worthy of my comrades who are still fighting bloody battles in China!?
No! Even if I cry and beg, I will fight for the survival of the Kingdom of Storm!
Just when Bolvar had made up his mind and was about to put aside his dignity as a noble and go to the salon to spread the news about the orc invasion, he and his entourage were suddenly stopped by a man dressed as a knight.
"Hello, Duke Fordagon. I am Baron Serijek, a vassal of the Duke of Stratholme. Our adults are very interested in learning about things in the south. I wonder if you will be free to meet with my family later?
