Chapter 423 Your Majesty, you are awake!?,, monthly pass)
She still has that delicate face, and that angelic innocence has never faded from her face. Set off by her dazzling blond hair that reflects the sun, even though she is surrounded by Bishop Alonsos Faol and a group of paladins,
Still easily became the center of attention.
"Good day, Godfather! Kalia!" McDonald walked over, bowed to the godfather, and then nodded to Kalia.
"Haha, I didn't expect that this old man like me would return to the city of Lordaeron one day in my lifetime. If it's okay, I'll just take a look." Alonsus is still the kind and kind old man, but his health has deteriorated a lot.
Although he is young, he is still strong. The recovery of the city of Lordaeron is also an extremely important victory for the Holy Light Church, so it is natural for him to come.
However, when he pulled his disciples further away, he obviously left space for the new disciple Kalia.
Kalia, who was wearing a priest's robe, immediately blushed with embarrassment and leaned against the broken wall, not daring to look up at anyone.
His godfather took the lead in dispersing. Even though McDonald was being stared at by Liadrin, he could only signal to let her and Wa Niang's entourage disperse ten meters away.
Although the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Kalia still raised her head vigorously and slightly pouted her small mouth.
"Do you remember this place?"
McDonald glanced around numbly, searching for the memory of the dead ghost from before. He really couldn't remember it.
Kalia didn't show any disappointment: "It's normal if you don't remember. You were only 10 years old at that time. You thought the flowers were pretty, so you said you wanted to plant them. Then, you threw the seeds to me, and you ran to the salon. Finally.
I'm the only one left here to take care of the flowers."
"..."
This...even if that damn brat started to rebel and finally gave up, it wasn't me, McDonald, who did it!
What can you do at the age of ten?
Although McDonald had a lot of complaints in his heart, his words became simple: "I'm sorry for ruining your memories."
Kalia stood up, turned around, gently put her hands behind her back, and walked around in a small circle around the flowers and plants that had long been withered by the breath of death.
"There is no immortal royal power in the world. Master Fa'ao told me so. But it just happened to be my generation. Since my father chose evil eternal life, our siblings chose freedom. This is the result. I will regret it.
, but I don’t regret it. McDonald, you don’t need to comfort me...really!"
Without that sad and weeping look in her eyes, Kalia was left with only indifference.
"As long as you're okay."
As soon as McDonald finished speaking, Kalia turned her head and looked at him: "You have really changed a lot. So has Alsace. Sure enough, something like responsibility can make a boy grow into a man quickly."
Having said this, Kalia made a small jump and jumped in front of McDonald. Her aqua eyes looked directly at him, and their faces got closer and closer.
"What?" McDonald always felt entangled about Kalia.
If before, he refused to touch Kaliya because he was worried that he would be dragged down by the Menethil royal family. Now he feels a little sorry for Kaliya.
The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed!
As a vassal, he has some responsibility.
"I..." Kalia stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her. He and she were once so close, and they were just a little bit closer to becoming husband and wife, as if there was only such a layer of light between them.
The yarn can be pierced casually.
As time passed, a huge change immediately caused the identity and distance between the two to grow infinitely.
Thanks to his kindness, they did not have to bear greater sins and had a new place to live.
She heard a lot of rumors. After the city of Lordaeron was recovered, the noise was too loud to hide.
Rather than saying that she doesn't mind, it's better to say that she is happy to see the rumored thing happen. Both she and Arthas think this is a good thing.
If there are any regrets, it would probably be...
McDonald suppressed his inner feelings and asked, "What's the matter?"
"No, I, um, I..." After hesitating for a while, Kalia finally plucked up the courage: "I... can I continue to stay with you? I... I mean, I passed Master Fa'ao's
After training, I am already a qualified priest. Within a year, I will be promoted to a senior priest."
The girl's expectant eyes were so clear that it was impossible to refuse.
But at the same moment, McDonald felt that an elf priest not far away suddenly raised his long pointed ears.
The characters are in conflict!
McDonald gently put his arm on Kalia's shoulder and turned his head: "Liadrin, would you mind switching to a paladin? That way, you don't have to strap a dagger to your inner thigh every time."
Macdonken's words touched an itch in Liadrin's heart.
The natural disaster of the undead destroyed her hometown, and she had long wanted to steal someone and smash those damn bones. But she was afraid that McDonald would not like it, so she always wore a priest's robe and a lady.
In this regard, Mai wanted to say: Sorry, your violent tendencies have long been exposed!
"Ahem, well...if it's the Lord's will, I will obey it." Liadrin gave a coy, distant salute.
McDonald turned his head and looked at Kalia, who was a little disappointed: "Okay, you are welcome to be my personal pastor, Kalia."
"Yeah." Kalia pursed her lips and nodded heavily.
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The city of Lordaeron was recovered, and the news spread quickly throughout the Alliance, as if it had wings.
Even the most remote mountain villages have received this news.
Of course, if the entire city was blown up or something, it would not appear in the battle report.
In any case, this is a great encouragement to the entire alliance, and it symbolizes the staged victory of the living over the undead.
The newly captured city of Lordaeron is naturally uninhabitable. Whether it is the undead that have not yet been wiped out or the dark energy that pervades the city, it is a huge life threat to the Alliance soldiers.
McDonald's had no intention of actually taking over the city of Lordaeron. After all, this place was poisonous in every sense of the word, and it was very close to the Silverpine Forest, which was scheduled to become a war zone.
So after the liberation ceremony, McDonald's moved into the former group of bunkers in the east of the city to prepare for evacuation arrangements.
That night, McDonald fell into a deep sleep for some unknown reason.
He never had to worry about his own safety.
Valeera is the kind of super powerful thief who only needs a little sleep, not to mention that when she rests, Liadrin, who has been converted into a paladin, will take over the task of guarding her.
But he slept to death tonight, his mind was groggy, and he didn't know when the sun shone into his eyes, and his ears were filled with the tsunami-like cheers of thousands of soldiers.
"Long live His Majesty Stratholme——"
"Long live the Kingdom of Stratholme——"
McDonald was woken up and opened his eyelids with force. He was shocked to see a large number of familiar nobles and bigwigs kneeling on the ground in front of him.
The leaders are Duke Mograine, Marquis Abidis, Earl Rivendell, Earl Windrunner, Earl Barov, Earl Braumix, and... Arthas!
The second idiot said with a smile: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
McDonald's whole body looked Spartan, his eyes wide open:???
