Chapter 48 Are these guys taking the wrong medicine?
After hearing Bolvar's question, a kind of sadness that could not be greater than the death of one's heart welled up in his heart.
At this second, all the bad luck turned into symbols of suffering, all piled up on McDonald's pretty and handsome face.
Bolvar was in a daze for a while. He had never thought that such a weathered expression would actually appear on the face of a 16-year-old boy.
This is a secret room, and McDonald doesn't mind showing his emotions.
He raised his head at a 45-degree angle, and a single tear of sincere sadness slipped silently from his cheek, bringing out an endless feeling of sadness.
"Bovar, my old friend. What you are talking about is - as a 16-year-old Duke, can I accurately calculate that all the nobles are unwilling to send private soldiers? I have accurately calculated that there are nearly 200 useless Wang family members at the gate of the palace.
Can the guards withstand the charge of 30 orcs? Or can those crazy orcs kill more than eighty nobles in one go without causing any harm to the core people? Or maybe I calculated that I can save Calia and His Highness Arthas?"
Every question is a torture of reason.
With his self-deprecating tone, every word was obviously a sign of weakness, but Bolvar seemed to have been whipped by his soul, his momentum was getting weaker and weaker, and his conscience no longer allowed him to continue questioning McDonald.
"Sorry, Brother MacDonald. I've seen too many cruel and despicable things, and I'm a little allergic."
McDonald breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand, I hope every good person in this world can be treated with kindness."
His words simply overturned all Bolvar's perceptions of him.
Bolvar was silent.
McDonald patted Bolvar on the shoulder: "This is a tragedy. I only hope that this small man-made disaster can truly awaken the sleeping lion of Lordaeron."
"hope so."
Bolvar did not stay long. He left the Duke's Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.
As soon as he entered the room, he faced the shadow in the corner and said, "Ms. Shore, what do you think?"
Pasonia Shore emerged from the shadows, bowed and said, "Half truth, half lie."
"Tell me."
"Using carriage accidents and destroying septic tanks to seemingly unintentionally force the slave transport convoy to change its route. This ultra-professional espionage concept is even beyond the imagination of my subordinates and other agents."
Of course Pasonia would not know that a young man in China who watches a lot of action movies and imported spy movies would know these tricks. "Mission: Impossible" is a textbook.
She changed the subject: "But my subordinates think there are extenuating circumstances."
"oh?"
"The Stratholme family has almost been wiped out, and only one direct descendant is MacDonald. My subordinates have investigated, and although there is no absolute evidence, I found that there was something fishy in the death of the old Duke. And a few months ago, MacDonald once
He was critically ill, and it was rumored that he was unwell due to excessive drinking and sex. But after he recovered from the illness, he immediately fired all the beautiful maids and became very close to Archbishop Fao of the Holy Light Church."
Assassination!?
Have you experienced too many assassinations?
Bolvar's breath suddenly stopped.
Seizing a direct descendant, ranging from the throne to a small knight, has been indispensable throughout the ages.
He is an upright person, which does not mean that he is completely ignorant of such things. When thinking about someone's age, all the confusion and suspicions turned into a sigh: "McDonald is not easy either!
"
The massacre at the palace last night is still unfolding.
There is no way to hide such a big thing happening in the street. Even if it is true, if it is publicly announced that "the orc slaves ran away and rushed to the palace to kill" or something like that, the Kingdom of Lordaeron will lose face.
Contrary to the previous delay, the royal family did not discuss with the major lords at all, and directly announced: last night, 30 top orc assassins, disguised as slaves of the White Cross Arena, sneaked into the city of Lordaeron and attempted to attack the king. Once
He entered the palace, killed more than 80 nobles, and caused more than 1,000 casualties.
Fortunately, a group of royal guards fought to the death, and the Duke of Stratholme and the priests from the Holy Light Church arrived immediately to escort them, so the king, prince and princess were all safe.
In front of each bulletin board, a tribune read the announcement loudly to the illiterate people:
"This is a provocation to the royal family of Lordaeron! A provocation to the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron! It is also a cruel declaration of conquest of all mankind! These green-skinned beasts have no mercy! Only killing! From a fifteen-year-old girl in bloom, to
Eighty-year-old man, their butcher knife has not spared anyone. Wake up, people of Lordaeron——"
As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar. You can imagine that the news would spread throughout the country in just a few days.
While the people were talking a lot, Terenas's thunderous wrath was still spreading in the palace meeting hall.
Every gray hair on the old king's chin seemed to have become a living thing, twisting and twisting like a poisonous snake, staring ferociously at each duke, marquis and earl. He excitedly waved the king's scepter and turned the throne
The handrails of the room were banging.
"You have all witnessed the terror of those green-skinned monsters! The Kingdom of Stormwind can hardly hold on any longer! The intelligence says that those beasts can also build ships! After destroying the Kingdom of Stormwind, the next one will be the Northern Continent! What are you still hesitating about? They are not dead.
It is our death! Prepare for war! The whole country must immediately enter a state of war preparation! I will immediately notify the kings and heads of the other five countries and convene an emergency meeting!"
Terenas roared like tearing down the house on the throne, but the boss below was bitter.
Everyone knows that when a king is slapped in the face, he must fight back.
But the orcs are extremely poor. Looking at the intelligence, these guys use extremely primitive weapons-thick iron weapons are considered advanced, and more often a big stick tied to a stone is a warhammer. There is no armor. If you can wear an animal skin, it is considered a master.
The soldiers are fighting.
The major lords fought national wars just to make a fortune. There was no profit to be gained, and fighting was in vain.
Thinking about the skyrocketing military expenditures and the destined pensions, all the dukes looked sad.
Terenas sprayed saliva on the top for a long time, but the bottom was full of submissiveness.
After finally making it to lunch, everyone looked sad.
In the dining room where the king was not present, everyone gathered in small groups and chatted quietly.
Suddenly, McDonald raised his glass high: "Hey! Excellencies, can you listen to me?"
Everyone immediately turned their attention to the face of the new celebrity in the eyes of the king, with all kinds of looks.
Envious and jealous! Curious and looking forward to it!
"First of all, I toast to the compatriots who sacrificed their lives! They are all the pillars of our country..." McDonald was very good at blowing off the dead ghosts first. No matter how ugly the middle- and lower-class nobles died last night, in his deception
He became a hero in his mouth.
Then get to the point.
"Are you still worried about the lack of trophies from fighting orcs?" McDonald smiled mysteriously: "Come on, the orcs themselves are the best trophies! Think about it, those brute-force green-skinned monsters fighting bloody battles in the arena...
…Don’t you think it’s great? With these beasts, you no longer have to worry about the lack of gladiators.”
When McDonald said it, everyone was excited.
Duke Tirisfal's left eyelid twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but ask: "Orcs are difficult to catch, right? And not every orc is suitable to be a gladiator, right?"
McDonald smiled evilly: "The best orcs are naturally the gladiators. The rest... I, Stratholme, command 144 mithril and thorium mines, killing thousands and eight hundred people every year, and the annual operating rate is less than 30%.
.Let’s do this, all orcs, old, weak, sick, women and children, just need to be sent to me for 10 silver coins each, and I will buy them in unlimited quantities!”
"Really!?" The eyes of all the bosses in the room lit up!
Don't lie to me, I can catch slaves and make you bankrupt!
"You have my promise! If you don't believe it, I will first bring 5,000 tons of thorium ore to Lordaeron City as a deposit?"
Come on, come on! Come on! If you can make me lose all my family wealth, I will lose!
During the afternoon meeting, Terenas was preparing to use threats and inducements, but who knew that the atmosphere below was like a frying pan?
"For the sake of human justice!"
"For the glory of Lordaeron!"
"War! Total war——"
One by one, earls, marquises, and dukes showed their loyalty to the king with red necks, as if they had been given blood.
Terenas was so frightened - Damn, these guys took the wrong medicine?
