Stratholme God

   Chapter 1113 Go back for sure (4 more)

  Mike's guard level is absolutely outstanding in the world, but unfortunately, he is too good at being a man. Once there is a girl attacking at night, it is guaranteed that there is no defense around him.

   McDonald's was supposed to be holding a Kalia pillow tonight.

   is soft and smooth, you can roll it round or flatten it.

   But falling asleep is not right.

The    pillow was gone, not to mention, the head was more like a monkey grandson who had run into a Tang monk, and there was an extra spell on it.

   Death is heavy!

   opened his tired eyelids, and with just a glance, McDonald woke up in shock.

   "Ah! You..."

"See Your Majesty!" Under the bright yellow magic light, McDonald, who was wearing only pajamas, was stunned to find that a group of his worry-free vassals did not land on the open space opposite his bed, kneeling on one knee. , knelt down.

Old Mograine, Abidis, Barov, Haas, Kael'thas, Arthas, Rivendell, Ryras*Windrunner, Fenna*Golden Sword, Braumux, Liard Lynn…

In the front row is a high-ranking duke, who writes as an earl and reads as a duke, and in the middle is the tool man Lor'themar, and the Windrunner sisters, the lower-level nobles who were arbitrarily knighted by someone, and the duchess Maran. Germany these subordinates.

   The last row was Mai Xie’s temporary and unworkable guards.

   Basically, except for the left-behind juniors, everything that can be reached has arrived.

   The 50-square-meter bedroom must not be considered small, and it was full of these guys.

   Lao Mo took the lead in shouting "Your Majesty", the voice was loud and full of energy, and it scared the sleepy bugs of Mai and others away on the spot.

  Your Majesty?

   There are always bad guys trying to harm me?

   No, wait, it seems, these **** are really playing.

  Mai someone came back to his senses, and his eyes widened in astonishment. His pupil-quake expression made several bigwigs in the front row secretly show their teeth.

   "Your Majesty!" Arthas and Kalia stepped out of the crowd, took the first three steps, kowtowed in unison, and said some official language in a cadenced voice.

   This is actually the language of the ancient Lordaeron court, and it is also a kind of common language for human beings, but the words and sentences are more gorgeous, with a certain peculiar charm. Generally speaking, this language, which no one uses today, is only used in court activities such as the royal family's sacrifice to ancestors.

  The two fools went on and on, and the translation is:

"Your Majesty, now the fallen Lich King Terenas has been put to death. A country cannot live without a king. Since the Menethil royal family has been cut off from the blood, it should be the most noble of the Stratholme family, MacDonald Strathal. His Excellency Mu has ascended to the throne of the emperor, leading the tens of millions of people of the Stratholme Federation!"

   Let me tell you, McDonald's expression at that time was a word [囧].

  What the blood of the royal family is cut off, open his eyes and talk nonsense so fresh and refined, he is also drunk.

  For another person, McDonald's must send him a "Bah! Disgusting!"

  It was Alsace who said this. Their siblings publicly announced their severance from the Menethil royal family. Saying this at this time is to repeat his own declaration, and it is also to prove the legitimacy of McDonald's ascension to the throne.

   is not a shameless usurpation, but a voluntary concession by the blood of the previous royal family.

   After Kalia and the Alsace brothers and sisters finished talking, it was obvious that they had rehearsed countless times. The people in the whole room, led by Lao Mo, walked on their knees, took two steps forward, and shouted in unison:

   "For the happiness of the millions of people in Stratholme! For the loyalty of all vassals, please take your Majesty to the throne!"

   McDonald's neck was like a rusted machine. He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked at the glass window not far away. The young man in the faint mirror image was wearing a golden crown.

   This time it was Mai's turn to twitch the muscles in his face.

   Crowns and crowns, the styles are obviously different, the biggest difference is the size.

   Azeroth's generally accepted crown is shaped and sized to resemble a laurel wreath and must never be too tall. According to tradition, no one is allowed to have a crown larger than that of Thoradin the Great unless he is proclaimed emperor.

   In the previous period of the alliance of the seven kingdoms, everyone's territory was not much different. Who recognized you as an emperor?

   At this time, this thing on McDonald's head, especially the golden bulge that looks like a trident above the eyebrows, is obviously exceeding the standard for the crown.

   "Alas!" McDonald's sighed, causing the hearts of the important officials below to cluck together, feeling bad on the spot.

  If not, McDonald's casually took off the pure gold crown on his head, which he regarded as nondescript, and placed it by the bed.

"The soldiers of the alliance are still fighting on the front line, and they are about to meet the faceless servants of the ancient gods. You are doing this here. Are you worthy of these comrades who are willing to sacrifice their lives?" Got a little fever.

  Lao Mo bites the bullet and picks up the ancient language of Lordaeron. The translation is: "However, if the words are not correct, the name is not good..."

"Enough! You leave without permission, gather together, and get caught by the enemy? I don't want to see this happen again. When I see it, one kills the other." The casual tone made the important ministers shrink their necks in fright.

  's sharp eyes swept downwards, and none of the courtiers dared to raise their heads or even glance at him.

  The title of the Alliance God of War is not given by others, it is actually played out.

  No one will forget.

   McDonald continued: "I know what you think. I promise to seriously consider this. But it must be after Yogg-Saron is defeated. Do you understand?"

   "Understood!" The important officials kowtowed in unison.

   "Go back!" McDonald waved his hand, as if chasing flies.

   "Yes—" The important officials saluted respectfully and retreated.

As soon as    went out, Abidis whispered, "Did we screw it up?"

   "How come?" Count Barov gave a mysterious smile.

Old Mograine also smiled: "As a wind-type powerhouse, the only God of War in the Alliance, even if someone around him puts a crown on him, he can't stay awake. What we show tonight is our attitude. Your Majesty also stated that his attitude."

Not far from   , Kai Zi and Er Fool could not understand what they heard, and seemed to be stern.

  The former is that they don’t quite understand the rules of the game of the human nobles, and the latter really don’t.

  The vassals left contentedly and ran back to their own territory through the portal overnight.

On the McDonald's side, looking at a group of girls in front of the bed with low eyebrows, who were afraid of being scolded, and Kalia, who was brave and ready to come up to be scolded, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Don't be afraid, I don't Cannibals. I knew that day would come, but I didn't expect them to be in such a hurry."

   This is the serious difference in the understanding between the traversers and the natives.

  If it weren't for the inconvenience, McDonald's wouldn't even want to be the duke.

   But his family is now so big, with so many vassals, just like today, even if he doesn't want to be the emperor, the younger brothers below will force him to be.

   (end of this chapter)