"You brat, I just laughed when I had to play with the computer for you. Don't waste time." Dad's words still seemed to linger in his ears. McDonald's breathed out hot breath, which quickly turned into a line of ice in the wind and snow.
interest.
well!
Why do you think my childhood happiness was to farm mounts and [Wind Chaser's Imprisoned Skull] for my bastard dad?
That's what players are like.
It’s uncomfortable if you don’t complete the tasks in one area!
It’s uncomfortable not to get the best reward!
The suit is missing seven and one is uncomfortable!
…
He knew that he had traveled through time and was not really playing a game, but when he saw the young faces in that room, McDonald couldn't help but think of the scene where they died...
When the game version reaches 9.0, Jaina is the only one left alive.
That's how people are, no matter how many people they don't know die, they feel like they are just an illusory number.
After hanging out with these living guys for a long time and feeling their joys and sorrows, I can easily form a so-called 'bond' with them, and I can't bear to see them rush to the street.
McDonald counted and found that he had a near-death protection and a teleport, which equaled two extra lives.
"I have three lives, they only have one!"
After sighing, he and his attendants disappeared into the wind and snow.
Little did McDonough know that after he left the city of Lordaeron, a special convoy arrived in the snow.
Looking at the carts of goods, Baroness Annastali's eyes flashed: "Is everything here?"
"Yes." The team leader replied respectfully.
"Very good. I will put them on the shelves tomorrow morning as planned. I want everyone in Lordaeron to know of their existence. Remember, the price is not allowed to drop by a single copper coin, nor is it allowed to rise. For the sake of this war, my lord,
We have paid too much, far beyond the limit that a duke can bear. As subjects, we must share more of my lord's worries."
"Yes——" The eyes of all the tool men were glaring.
Early the next morning, the people of Lordaeron were surprised to find that in all markets and all auction houses, a new and unprecedented gadget was placed in the most conspicuous position.
"Come, come! Come and see!"
"This is the legendary red dragon!"
"Are you scared? Are you worried? Don't be afraid -"
"The best way to defeat fear is to face it, conquer it, and eat it——"
In contrast to the extremely inspiring slogan, there is a red baby dragon that is only frozen in ice and has a relatively complete body.
Looking at the sign saying "Dragon meat costs 20 silver coins per pound", ordinary people must think it is expensive. In the countryside, one silver coin is enough for a farmer to live for a month.
This is the city of Lordaeron!
The place with the most wealthy people in Azeroth.
Those who can live here, even free men, are quite wealthy.
Not long ago, I heard that the front line encountered a terrible defeat. Hundreds of thousands of troops were defeated by the Red Dragon Legion. Sixty people died in the battle or could not return. Even the Lordaeron Legion only returned 5,000 people. That terrible panic,
It makes every Lordaeronian feel on pins and needles.
Many people woke up in the middle of the night because they dreamed of the red dragon attacking the city and burning the city of Lordaeron like Stromgarde with fire.
How can we not be surprised when we suddenly see someone selling dragon meat?
Some citizens asked: "Is this really dragon meat?"
The butcher was unhappy. He first pulled out a young dragon carcass, showing the crossbow holes on it, and then showed his shoulder straps: "Did you see this emblem? I am a logistics soldier of the Rivendell Legion under the Duke of Stratholme. I am with
You said, after we sell the dragon meat, we have to hand over half of the money to His Excellency the Duke."
The citizens of Lordaeron suddenly became excited.
"I want 1 pound!"
"I want 10 pounds!"
There are also many well-dressed people, dressed as housekeepers, who give 1 pound of meat in exchange for 100 pounds of money.
The meat sellers are all stupid.
"Just think of it as the military expenses my lord donated to the Duke of Stratholme."
To be honest, dragon meat is not delicious.
The meat is so tough that even after cooking for a long time, it still tastes like beef tendon.
So chewy!
The people of Lordaeron are eating happily, why?
Relieve your hatred!
You kill my people, I will eat your flesh!
Many people gnashed their teeth fiercely when eating dragon meat!
No one expected that the biggest buyer of dragon meat was in the palace.
In a side hall, Arthas and Varian sat opposite each other.
"Hey! Varian, are you spending money like this?" The second idiot glanced at the large plate of roasted dragon meat with cumin in front of Varian.
Varian stared dissatisfied at the pile of roasted dragon meat in front of Arthas that was no less important than his share: "No need to worry about it. Brother Arthas, even though the Kingdom of Stormwind is destroyed, I still have a certain amount of pocket money.
You can use the money at your own expense. Besides, does supporting Brother McDonald count as spending money indiscriminately?"
As the two guys were eating, they suddenly felt on pins and needles. Almost at the same time, they whispered "I'm sorry" and ran towards the nearest toilet on both sides of the side hall.
The two princesses who were dining next to them sighed.
Jaina: "When will they truly grow up to be men?"
Kalia: "Learn more from McDonald's."
Suddenly, the faces of the two princesses flushed, and a "gulu" sound sounded in the quiet side hall at the same time.
They looked at each other and saw the same embarrassment on each other's noble faces.
The two of them didn't even say anything, they wiped their mouths in unison, and when the maid helped pull out the chair, they gave each other a ladylike salute and walked out without looking back.
You can vaguely see that their slender waists are trembling, and their two straight long legs seem to move slowly, but they are so fast!
If someone from Mai is here, he will definitely think of some kind of "Chicken Run" competition.
For a time, only a group of attendants and servants were left in Nuo Da's side hall.
After hearing the news, Lao Taizi had a strange look on his face. It took him a long time to utter the word "childish!". As he said this, Lao Taizi used a fork to pick up a small piece of dried dragon meat as big as a fingernail, put it in his mouth, and started chewing.
When dragon meat became the mainstream food in the city of Lordaeron in one day, a similar trend arose among the noble circles of Lordaeron.
When Anastari walked into the salon wearing a scarlet dragon skin coat, a large black sesame steamed bun dotted with a dragon tooth pendant, and carrying a ladies-only dragon skin bag, she naturally attracted the attention of all the ladies.
"Ah! Is this the red dragon coat?"
There were constant exclamations in the salon.
The red dragon is born with the element of fire, plus the power of Alexstrasza, the queen of the red dragon, in charge of [life], so the dragon skin of her descendant does not have that burning feeling, but is more awesome than thermal underwear, making people feel
It is warm, will not hurt anyone, and has a protective effect. Ordinary swords will definitely not be able to penetrate it.
A thin dragon skin coat at least looks lighter than an obstructive fur coat.
The dragon skin coat made of a young red dragon cost 10 gold coins each and was sold out of stock.
The tailor who was hired worked overtime and couldn't finish the job.
It's not that there aren't enough tailors in the city of Lordaeron, but that dragon skin processing is troublesome. The dragon skin of young dragons is already very strong and must be cut with a large guillotine.
The people don't quite understand why everyone loses the battle, other legions are considered waste, and the Rivendell legion is known as the elite division.
But through this kind of double promotion from top to bottom, Duke Stratholme's reputation as a "good fighter" has been completely spread.
Of course, this will also lead to Mai being recorded in a notebook by a powerful being in the near future...
