Stratholme God

   Chapter 1399 Your Majesty supports me again

   McDonald's really took refuge.

   After all, Zandalar is divided, and the old tribal territory captured by Kalimdor has not been divided. A bunch of vassals are like chicks waiting to be fed, desperately stretching their necks and calling, wanting to be an acting lord, or waiting to accumulate merits to change to a new site.

  The Stratholme Empire is huge, and its expansion is limited after all. Unless a new Draenor is put together, it won't go away, or no matter how big it is, it can't be several times bigger than Aixing.

   After a period of rapid expansion, it is often a class solidification. The vassals who opened up the territory grabbed the territory, and when all the dust settled, it might be a solidification of the territory for centuries, or even thousands of years.

   This is how the Seven Kingdoms of Aixing Humanity came here before.

   When their boss can kill even the Burning Legion and the Ancient Evil God, the vassals are really not afraid.

   Sharpen their heads one by one, trying to squeeze on the last bus.

  If McDonald's is not willing to leave, a hundred so-called heroes will come and recommend themselves every day.

   In fact, it is difficult to find a third-rate hero among them.

   But these so-called heroes mostly came in under the relationship of so-and-so, and they didn't even look at them at all, and sometimes they didn't give face to the recommenders, and gave bad guesses to the following vassals, such as so-and-so tool people who fell out of favor.

  Sometimes, the world is so troublesome.

   Not to mention Iluxia, Sally Whitemane, Duchess Marland and the like, they would like to stud whenever they get a chance, wanting to put CCDDEE or something on the face of the dog emperor.

   When these beautiful beauties with excellent looks get a bunch of nurse outfits, fishing net outfits, etc. through channels such as, but not limited to, sand sculpture players, it will be difficult to stand up.

   This makes it easy for vertical grips to come up with ideas.

  The dog emperor ran away.

  …

   The sky is blue and the earth is yellow.

   Sitting under the umbrella, looking at the several kilometers of sandy beach, listening to the sound of waves and seagulls, feeling the sea breeze, and the coolness of the big ice under the beach chair, McDonald's is very comfortable.

   It was already autumn, and in the Golden Sword Port by the seaside of Tanaris, I did not feel the departure of summer at all.

  Three Windrunners were hip-hoping on the beach, their blond hair and silver hair wafting in the wind, coupled with the hip-hop sound full of summer atmosphere, made McDonald's feel relaxed and happy.

   "It would be good if the Burning Legion wouldn't come." McDonald sighed with emotion. Of course, he knows what 'it's late', and what should come will always come. For this reason, a large group of elite players such as [Sniper No. 11] were dispatched in advance to touch the Broken Beach in advance.

   In this rare gap between the old battle and the new battle, he still wanted to take a break.

   took a sip of the ice-cold music that Calpurnia handed over, and listened to Liadrin's melodious harp, McDonald's slowly fell asleep in the summer wind.

   When he came back to his senses, he found that it was already dark, and only Maiev and Valeera were the guards who stayed by his side.

   Maiev smiled and said, "They went to take a bath first, and they'll have dinner later."

"Um."

   McDonald walked leisurely towards the castle.

  Here was the place where he met Thrall, and now the heroic orc warchief is still fighting in the other world, and only he can hang around here.

   As soon as he entered the castle, McDonald saw the owner of the place, Fina Jinjian.

   "My Lord!"

   Fenna saluted gracefully. The evening dress she was wearing today was a little cool, and the white turtleneck corset on her upper body was quite close-fitting. Except for the sapphire inlaid on the neckband, which was particularly eye-catching, the off-the-shoulder design was quite cool.

   A short red skirt with a lot of folds on the lower body is full of bow elements, and she feels like a gift box waiting to be opened.

   McDonald's raised his brows: "I have left you alone in this hot ghost place all these years. Thank you for your hard work! Haven't you encountered any trouble recently?"

   Originally, McDonald asked casually, but Fenna really nodded: "There is indeed a big problem. I can't solve it."

"tell me the story."

   "My lord, please come with me."

   Fina brought McDonald to her study. On her desk, there are a lot of invitation cards spread out. Many of the invitations were painted with coats of arms, which McDonald knew very well.

  Fina continued: "In the past few months, no less than two dukes have sent people to test my willingness to marry."

   His heart skipped a beat.

  The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

  The site is big, and naturally there are hills.

His subordinates are now divided into the elf faction headed by Kaizi and Windrunner, the direct noble faction headed by Rivendell, the old aristocratic faction headed by old Mograine, and the old Lordaeron ministers who follow Arthas. , there are four major factions. Although it is not enough to fight for power and profit in front of him, there are many practical problems in front of him——

  It is normal for men and women to marry. When children grow up, they will always get married.

   This also means that the major nobles choose sides.

  Learning gangs and sects, this is how human nobles have come over the past two thousand years.

   This made Fenna miserable.

  As Daelin's illegitimate daughter, she was inevitably implicated while McDonald's snubbed Jaina. And being a half-elf made her unable to seek refuge with the elves, nor would she simply be accepted by the human nobles.

  This is embarrassing.

   "Fina, you mean..."

  Finna bowed deeply to McDonald: "Thank my lord for giving me such a lowly born half-blooded opportunity to prove my ability. Let me prove that I'm actually no worse than Jaina..."

   When she said this, McDonald felt weird. To be honest, at first, he just took Fina as a trick and threw it to Tanaris, thinking that she would just get out of a garbage shipyard to cover the appearance of the ship girl or something.

   Who knew that he had left the family over for more than ten years. Fenna really used the few resources he gave him to continuously recruit refugees, and single-handedly built a harbour city in this hot and dead ghost place.

   Today's Golden Sword Port can't help but suppress the entire Tanaris Desert, and also assumes the role of an important transfer station connecting Un'Goro Crater and Silithus, and exporting resources.

   I'm not sure I'll have to rely on it to fight N'Zoth in the south of Tanaris.

   An illegitimate daughter who is not favored by the Proudmoore family, can do this, not to mention the combat power, at least the dominance and internal affairs talents are full.

   In this regard, McDonald's admires her.

At this time, Fenna stood up and slowly approached McDonald: "But ah, times have changed, or the times have not changed. With my background, reaching this point is the limit. After all, I can't use myself The power of the monarch continues to gain a foothold in this great country, so I hope Your Majesty will take back my title and let me drown in my extravagant dream of winning over Jaina!"

   "This... is not good!"

   It's unfair to think about it. Jaina was born in a royal family, how she was a prostitute, how she lost her family, and even sold her father in history. In the end, she was able to find Kul Tiras to endorse her and pay for it.

  Fina worked so hard, but because of her mixed-race background, she worked hard to become a duke, and finally couldn't stand in Stratholme?

   "Then, Your Majesty will support me again?" Fenna showed a sad smile.

   (end of this chapter)