Lying on the ice to pray for a carp probably refers to a man named Wang Xiang in ancient China. His biological mother died when he was a child. His stepmother was not good to Wang Xiang, but Wang Xiang did not hate his stepmother because of it. In the winter, his stepmother wanted to eat fish, so Wang Xiang took off his shirt.
Helping his stepmother to catch fish. The ice automatically broke open and two carps jumped out of the water. Wang Xiang took them home and cooked them for his mother.
This story comes from the famous Twenty-Four Filial Piety.
But McDonald was poisoned a lot by fake players, so he unknowingly used the things in the system group.
What are the sayings: 'Foreign family atmosphere is good, father and son get along well', 'filial piety hides the sword', 'filial piety is everywhere' and 'let's see who is the real father'.
Holding the troops and seeking reason is already the most appropriate copycat proverb that Mr. Mai could say when his brain was twitching for a moment without hurting the second fool's heart.
The words have been thrown out, in order to maintain his consistent image of a 'senior master', then... don't blame Mai for being a serious fool with his nonsense.
"Soldiers - it can be weapons in your hands, or an army of 100,000. It depends on whether you have Archimonde's level of strength."
Arthas recalled the literal mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Scourge. No matter how arrogant he was, he never thought of defeating the entire Scourge on his own. He immediately shook his head with a wry smile.
"Since His Majesty Terenas refuses to confront us face to face and sends so many bones to get in the way, we have no choice but to use a hundred thousand troops to clear the way with 155mm of justice, kill him in front of his Ice Throne, and ask for his heart with the sword!"
A good sentence to ask questions with a sword, these words really scratched Alsace's itch: "McDonald's, I know you are stable, so let's calculate based on your safest way of playing, how many years will it take?"
"If there are no new foreign enemies, five years. If there are foreign enemies, as long as the alliance can move forward, ten years!" McDonald spread out his ten fingers on both hands and estimated the historical process. According to the calculation, if the progress is accelerated, ten years is really
No exaggeration.
Alsace on the opposite side was shocked by McDonald's absolute confidence... and had the urge to bow down!
Let’s see, in such a huge alliance, there are more than a dozen countries from the four major races. Except for Stratholme, which one is not getting weaker with each passing day?
Five years ago, when he was still young, he thought that war was just a numbers game and that as a king, he would have endless soldiers.
Only when I grew up did I realize that without logistics, there would be no march. Without the people, where would the troops and logistics come from?
It's all a circle within a circle.
A weak national power means a weak military power.
Looking at the whole world, McDonald's is the one that has become stronger and stronger through technological advancement rather than plunder.
If someone else had said this, even Alsace would have thought he was bragging.
Only Macdonald, Alsace believed every word he said!
The second idiot smiled, and even the haze that always lingered in his eyes was mostly driven away: "What! I thought you said it was a lifetime. It was only ten years. Ten years later, I will still be young and strong! And I
That immortal old father is still the same. To be honest, I can afford to wait!"
Yes! Alsace is only 20 years old this year. After ten years, he will still be at the peak of his mental and physical strength.
You must know that the humans in Azeroth were born as iron men made by the Titans. Their peak physical fitness period is much longer than that of the people on the earth. Many athletes on the earth "collapse at thirty". In many cases here, as long as they exercise and maintain good health, they often have to reach the age of four.
At the age of ten, the decline in reaction and agility becomes more obvious.
The second fool relaxed, and so did McDonald. He was really afraid that the second fool would lose his mind and suddenly run to Northrend to commit suicide.
McDonald continued to explain that the two fools realized rationally that the current alliance is really unable to fight across the sea.
After Terenas took away some undead deep sea giants from the Feralas region, the Alliance's routes were not so safe.
Without stable sea routes, how can we supply supplies?
Playing Battleship Builder is the most expensive and time-consuming game.
Only after stabilizing the sea route can we have a chance to land in Northrend.
According to the plan, the Alliance will build a seaside base in the Borean Tundra in the southwest of Northrend as a foothold, and then build bunkers and castles along the way. In the process, they can't even count on Wyrmrest Temple, which is still fighting fierce battles with demons in outer space.
After understanding everything, the second idiot said sincerely: "Well, McDonald, you have to give me something to do, right? I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you for the rest of my life when you engage in internal affairs. I don't want to guard the Dark Door stupidly.
I want to find something challenging and a place where I can practice my martial arts.”
McDonald opened the map: "You pick one of these three places. According to the intelligence, the fire element here is a bit unstable; and the trolls here are not very peaceful. And this can be regarded as a landing battle against Northrend.
Preview."
The places McDonald Ken refers to are the Burning Plains of the Southern Continent, corresponding to the Molten Core of the Fire Demon Ragnaros; the evil god Hakkar believed by the Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale; and, for the time being, nothing special, located on the continent of Kalimdor.
Winterspring Valley in the far north.
"Where is the strongest enemy?"
"Naturally the Burning Steppes."
"Then let's do this."
"You have to remember..."
"[Steady]! I know!" The second idiot smiled, waved his hands, and walked out coolly.
As soon as he went out, he passed by another prince from that time. They were both working under the same boss, and they didn't look up when they met. The second idiot greeted Kaizi generously and left.
An anxious Kaizi came in with two consultants.
"Ah, Kael'thas, are you here?" McDonald greeted Kaizi cordially.
"Um."
As soon as Kaizi sat down with some trepidation, McDonald pressed an engraved golden chalice on his right index finger and middle finger and pushed it to Kaizi from the table.
Kaizi's emerald green eyes suddenly brightened up, and arcane elements flashed in his eyes, which were really as bright as light bulbs: "This..."
Behind him, Saladre and Baron Sagunar were also so excited that their bodies were trembling slightly.
"I promised you before. This is the soldier talisman of Stratholme's Second Army. Within one year, you can use these 100,000 soldiers in the original territory of Quel'Thalas to destroy trolls, build bridges, pave roads, and build buildings."
A house, everything. And I’ll take care of all the military expenses and logistics.”
Kaizi, the titular blood elf king, has been cowardly for so long, and finally feels like he is coming forward.
He led a group of younger brothers to support the alliance, and even went on the field to kill Archimonde himself. Although there were no highlight moments, his contribution was real.
The Master who was born as a high elf, even if he changes his name to a blood elf, he is still the same in his heart.
Who is willing to work for free?
Astalor and Romance couldn't wait any longer, and because they couldn't put their eggs in one basket, they parted ways with Kaizi.
Now, Kaizi feels that all the hard work and waiting are worth it.
