When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
This is the royal palace of the Menethil family. Of course, Terenas knew that it was Mai, a demon, who poured the ecstasy soup on all the great lords.
Even so, Terenas had to pinch his nose and admit it.
No matter how much he heard, nothing was as shocking as an orc actually killing a guard in front of him. Terenas saw with his own eyes that half of the young guard's body was brutally beaten in half by a large iron pipe.
The iron lamppost split open the guard's leather shoulder armor like a big sword, broke his collarbone, and then smashed his ribs and internal organs in half like a dead branch.
That is definitely the ultimate in power!
When Terenas was young, he was also a fierce man at the level of a great swordsman. If he were thirty years younger and given a great sword, he would be able to do it without using [anger] and only relying on his arm strength and skill.
Because of this, he completely changed his wait-and-see attitude and actively promoted the war.
It's just that McDonald's as a promoter was so awesome that Terenas was a little scared.
He quickly composed himself: "Very good! Since my loyal vassals have no objections, let's start preparing for war. This is a war involving the life and death of two races. I hope that within three months, every duchy will
There can be at least 5,000 professional soldiers and at least 20,000 trained militiamen! According to the needs of the war, this number is likely to double in half a year!"
Terenas emphasized: "Remember! I want soldiers who can actually fight, not the trash who was killed by the orcs at the gate of the palace that day! Whoever brings some trash over, if Lordaeron is really invaded, don't blame me.
No matter what his territory is."
As a king, he knew the virtues of the nobles below very well.
You don't care about them?
Not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled, maybe they can be used as scarecrows in the army.
In the original 'history', the seven kingdoms of mankind were all beaten into dogs. The ones that were destroyed were destroyed, and the ones that were left withered were left in ruins.
Now it's good, with blood splattering on the palace, at least the nobles have a deep understanding of the power of the violent version of the orcs. Firstly, they no longer have any luck, and secondly, there is a certain man named Mai to lure them.
The nobles were in a commotion for a while, but then they accepted it.
It was just that everyone glanced at Mr. Mai, who was guest-starring as the 'Minister of Finance', and received a nod like a chicken pecking at rice, so everyone felt a little more at ease.
The meeting was a mess, but at least it turned out relatively smoothly.
In addition to the national mobilization, a series of resolutions were unanimously adopted, including:
Initiate an initiative to the remaining five kingdoms to form an alliance to fight against the orcs;
Send high-level observers (a few daring lower-level nobles) to the Kingdom of Stormwind to obtain first-hand intelligence;
The nobles voluntarily (Terenas blackmailed them one by one) provided a certain amount of gold coins to provide emergency support to the Kingdom of Stormwind;
Send a large number of adventurer teams to capture more orc prisoners alive to embolden new recruits.
…
What would have been endless quarrels and quarrels because of interests, got an almost perfect solution because of a bloody incident and a powerful person.
As evening approached, an agreement was finally reached, and the nobles, whether sincere or conceited, all raised their glasses happily to celebrate.
Only McDonald knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight.
As soon as he returned to the Duke's Mansion, he saw Duke Fordragon approaching and briefly talking about Lordaeron's policy changes. Bolvar had an expression of ecstasy on his face.
"Thank you so much! You are our forever friend in the Kingdom of Stormwind!"
Friends, there's no need. When my Stratholme city goes crazy, can I join you?
The Redridge Mountains are too poor, the Swamp of Sorrows is too sad, and the night forest is too spooky. How about giving me the Wild West?
Of course, these words can only be kept in your heart.
When McDonald's words came to his lips, he said: "If Lordaeron doesn't wake up, then everyone will die together. Saving you is just saving myself."
If this is true, why is there only one sensible person in Lordaeron?
Bolvar was trembling with excitement, staring at McDonald, and then put his hands on his shoulders: "I and the entire Kingdom of Stormwind owe you! As long as you don't ask me to rebel against the Kingdom of Stormwind in the future, I will listen to you in everything."
For honest people, this is already the maximum commitment.
McDonald patted the outside of Bolvar's thick arm: "You should go back first. If you have nothing to do, don't come here for the next three days. And don't hold out much hope. Lordaeron won't be able to send troops within half a year."
Bolvar's mouth squirmed, but he didn't speak after all.
There is no way, the military mobilization ability of the feudal system is so useless.
Sure enough, McDonald was rushing to finish his dinner, and the grand dukes were killed one by one.
Basically, it starts with "McDonald, your father and I were XXXX back then", and then we talk for a long time and express our hope to buy a batch of equipment at a fair price.
You can only imagine how sparsely armed a country that has not fought a war for at least a thousand years is.
All kinds of iron weapons and armors are in rotten warehouses, resold at a loss, and things are lying around without knowing where they are.
The nobles who are able to come now are already a little bit worried about their own family. At least they know that their own armory is equivalent to a scrap iron yard.
The most unreliable ones are those that haven’t come yet.
In terms of wealth, places such as Silverpine Forest, Tirisfal Forest, and the southern part of Andorhal are definitely rich. After all, in peacetime, food is of course easier to sell than minerals.
During the war, the situation was reversed. The one with the mine is the boss.
Most of the high-grade ores in Lordaeron are located in Hearthglen at the back of the Andorhal Territory, and in McDonough's Stratholme Territory, with the McDonken Territory producing the most.
Everyone is mentally prepared to give McDonald's a huge sum of money, who knows.
"No problem, I'll give you 100 tons of Thorium ingots according to the market price at the beginning of this year. Craftsman? I don't even have enough for myself." McDonald's statement made several bosses so moved that their noses almost ran out.
What a good man!
As everyone knows...
McDonald muttered: "If I sell you at a high price, how long will it take for me to lose my fortune!?"
Near midnight, another big boss came to the door.
"Welcome, Duke of Andorhal. Why, do you also want to order Thorium Ingots?"
This white pig with golden curly hair, dressed in luxurious human clothes, with facial features that seemed ready to squeeze out oil at any time, spread out its big hands with stubby fingers as soon as he sat down.
"Hmph! Don't be pretentious! I know it's my Ritter Gangplank's fault! But you just took away my White Cross Arena without saying a word, isn't it too much?"
Meow meow meow???
The atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse!
I've seen it horizontal, but I've never seen it this horizontal.
When the big fat pig saw that McDonald was still silent, he continued to say in an old-fashioned manner: "Boy, don't be too stubborn. It is difficult to resolve the grudges between big families. Of course I know this is given to you by the king.
But if you take it, you will be the enemy of the Andorhal family. This is not a matter of a year and a half, it is likely to be a major event for our descendants for a hundred generations. Can you - can you afford this responsibility? "
McDonald was stunned for a moment, really angry.
I'm a mighty Machayon, and in this world I am the representative of "one person and a whole family". Would I be afraid of you, a pig?
You really haven't thought about what kind of bird Andorhal will become, have you?
A guy like you can't survive even half an episode, ahem, fifty thousand words!
McDonald suddenly calmed down all his expressions, [Pojun Roar] Arrangement!
