"Ahhhhhh--" Duke Andorhal's eyes instantly lost focus, and his spirit was completely defeated. He didn't know what kind of terrifying thing he saw as McDonald's, and it was very ridiculous that he first fell backwards, and then rolled with him.
He crawled on the ground and slipped out the door.
The attendant behind him had a similar behavior. He bumped into the door frame stupidly and fell down, unconscious.
"Boom!" The door of the living room was knocked open. At this time, there were actually several groups of nobles waiting outside.
I don't blame them for their enthusiasm, there really is nothing they can do about it.
After more than a thousand years of peace, who would still fight?
Firstly, McDonough is a popular figure in front of the king; secondly, after McDonough chopped down trolls and slaughtered orcs, he was already known as the Little God of War. Everyone called him a brat, a dead butcher, etc. behind his back, at least to him.
The use of force is recognized; thirdly, McDonald's is willing to sell arms but not kill people...
Based on this, no matter how long we wait, who knows how much arms inventory Stratholme still has?
Suddenly, the three marquis, five earls and a large number of entourage who were waiting outside watched the Duke of Andorhal come out in a mess.
Everyone's facial expressions were frozen at the same time, and they didn't know what expression to use to face this scene.
[Pojun Roar] didn't last long, and the big fat pig who quickly regained consciousness immediately showed an expression of shock and anger. He pointed a trembling finger at McDonald who was walking out of the room, instinctively wanting to do something cruel.
The words came to my lips, but I didn't dare to curse them.
Completely ignoring the strange looks around him, McDonald was overflowing with domineering attitude.
"Trash! There has been peace for too long! All you have left is lard in your mind? The fall of Stormwind City is only a matter of time. Don't think that Alterac and Dalaran are still ahead. You can't tell, it will happen soon.
We are about to face the green tide in Lordaeron. At this time, you still have a green face and ask me for the White Cross Arena?"
"You..." Fatty Pig said timidly, unable to say another word. The guards he left outside were stared at by Serijek and other knights, with their hands pressed on the hilt of their swords.
McDonald raised the left corner of his mouth, and his smile became even evil: "I want to thank you. It was not your dog that accidentally released the orcs. Lordaeron has not yet realized how terrifying the orcs are. However, since it is Your Majesty,
If you confiscate your arena and give it to me, don't expect to take it back from me casually."
Having said this, the melon-eating nobles suddenly understood the conflict between the two sides.
On the surface, they all pretended to be invisible and inaudible, but when they turned around, Duke Andorhal's scandal would immediately spread throughout the entire noble circle.
I don’t know how many people sneered in their hearts: Who can you mess with, but the butcher of Stratholme? Originally, the little brat has a wild and fierce temper. This kid has seen blood, and no one above is taking care of it. Who will be threatened by you?
?
McDonald was unreasonable: "Remember! Preparing for national war is a national policy jointly decided by His Majesty Menethil and all the nobles! If you dare to make small moves in Andorhal, increase transit taxes or create some thieves
, if it affects the military supplies I provide to other dukes, then don’t blame me for sending troops to escort you! When the time comes, don’t come to me for troubles like the rice in the farmland being trampled to pieces.”
"Of course, you can look for my musket! Or, like a true nobleman, throw your white gloves to me and ask for a fight!" McDonald raised the gun in his hand, and someone immediately recalled that this guy charged in the palace ballroom.
The scene where he knocked several orcs away and then shot them in the head with one shot.
Blood and brain matter were splattered all over the wall. The servant who turned around vomited and wiped it away, and it took him a long time to fix it.
"You...you...you..." The big fat pig finally did not dare to say any harsh words and ran away with his tail between his legs.
One can only imagine how many vicious curses and resentments he had in his heart.
It's not important anymore.
At three o'clock in the morning, after sending away the remaining nobles and signing a series of cooperation agreements, Serijek finally couldn't bear it anymore: "My lord, is this appropriate for Duke Andorhal...?"
McDonald's eyes were cast out the window, as if he was murmuring: "After this battle, whether there will be any Andorhal territory is still a question."
Serijek suddenly stiffened and lowered his head: "I must keep my words strictly."
There is definitely a reason why McDonald's is so confident. Even without the system prompting McDonald's to say "Illegal gifts are prohibited", McDonald's would not be used to this guy.
The orcs in the Battle of the Dark Portal were a semi-demon army that originally swept across the entire Eastern Kingdom.
Lordaeron is located in the northern continent, and its territory is a bit like a waist, with a recess in the middle. To the southwest is Silverpine Forest, and to the west and center is Tirisfal Glades. The terrain of these two places is flat and there is no danger to defend.
To the east of the central part is the territory of Andorhal. To the south of the entire territory is the Great Plains, dotted with farms, and to the north is the rugged terrain of Hearth Valley.
The easternmost part is Stratholme Territory, which is basically an alpine basin. The surrounding mountains are all 90-degree cliffs. Without Earth's modern mountaineering tools, even the orcs can't climb them. The only two entrances to the southwest and north are stuck.
very safe.
Historically, the orcs did not come directly from the Silverpine Forest in the southwest. Instead, they penetrated into the Andorhal territory from the center and burned the city of Andorhal to the ground. Later, the rebuilt town of Andorhal was massacred by the Scourge again.
.
This miserable place is definitely a dead place among dead places.
The ridiculous Duke of Andorhal actually threatened McDonald with his descendants...
hehe!
I don't know what will happen to me in this world, but you must be calm.
The next day, McDonald was approached by two idiots.
The second fool thought he was doing it without anyone noticing, so he found a private room in the palace and secretly said: "Brother."
As they are of the same age, the two idiots have always been reluctant to call him Big Brother McDonald, and usually call him by his first name.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew that he was an old Jianghu and knew the rules!
really……
"Can you take me to the Kingdom of Storms this time? I'm actually very good at fighting. This... this is the request of my life."
Alas! What a fool! He is dedicated to serving the country and the people. I really don’t know that Mao Mao will become the second generation of the evil demon king in history?
Looking at the two idiots with their hands clasped together, McDonald was a little choked.
Kidnapping the 14-year-old crown prince to fight, even ten of his heads would not be enough for Old Taizi to chop off.
He bet a dime that there must be a secret guard nearby eavesdropping at this time.
"you are too young!"
"I'm not young!" The second fool showed off his biceps that made Mai feel inferior.
"I said you have a weak heart!"
"ha?"
"Perhaps your swordsmanship is better than mine, but your mind is too fragile and easy to get into trouble. Once you go to the battlefield, you will easily make fools. Putting aside whether His Majesty approves it, I don't want to bring a burden with me."
"What!?" The second idiot said with blond hair.
"Let's do this. Don't say I'm bullying you. I'll give you three conditions. If you do any one of them, I'll find a way to take you to the battlefield."
"It's a deal!" Alsace's eyes were bright, filled with the holy light of hope.
five minutes later.
"Bah!" With an angry shout, the two fools fell into a haystack like headless chickens.
ten minutes later.
"Rua!" A fool was knocked into the palace pool and flopped for a long time.
Fifteen minutes later.
Arthas, who was holding a long sword but couldn't even defeat an empty-handed priest (Uther), sat slumped on the grass, his eyes blank.
