Stratholme God

   Chapter 182 Can you enjoy the face? (2 more)

   "Beep!"

   "Ouch!"

   In the elegant music unique to the high elves, the ceremonial officials sang in cadence and bilingual:

   "The Great Orc Annihilator, Troll Slayer, Major General of the Alliance of Lordaeron, Grand Duke of Lordaeron Stratholme is here—"

   "Duchess Braumux..."

   "Countess Liadrin..."

   "The heroic ranger-general Alleria *Windrunner who saved Silvermoon City..."

   "Our heroic Ranger-General Sylvanas..."

   Don't underestimate the attribution of 'hero'. If you call it like this in public, it is an official announcement, which means that Silvermoon City fully acknowledges the contributions of the Windrunner sisters.

   Alleria and Sylvanas froze on the spot, Sylvanas was able to control her emotions, Alleria covered her face and cried on the spot.

  It's not easy!

   After experiencing the troll war 2800 years ago, how many elves take her, the hero of the last war, seriously?

   Silvermoon City wanted to throw the blame on her the day before, but tonight she was suddenly officially declared a hero.

The tune of    cannot be changed, otherwise the Sun King and the Council will slap themselves in the face.

  Alleria definitely doesn’t believe that they are so kind, the only explanation is that McDonald promised something to the Sun King.

   "My lord, is it your handwriting?" Alleria couldn't help but asked in the words of the wind.

   McDonald's replied lightly: "It's nothing, I just promised the Sun King to send troops within 5 years after defeating the orcs to help him annihilate the trolls of Zu'Aman."

   Of course, when someone signed the contract, there were so many millions of details.

   For example, all the old leaders of Stormwind Kingdom must be recaptured, orc chieftains must be killed or captured, and there are no more established orcish troops on the planet of Azeroth.

   In fact, there are a lot of tricks in this, as long as Mai thinks, he can drag it until after the third Dark Portal battle.

  However, parents don't care about their ears!

  Only set the scale and deadline for sending troops—within 20 years from today, if Macdonald dies, his descendants will take over, and if not, then Lordaeron Kingdom will be responsible.

  Elves are too long-lived, and 20 years is a snap for them.

  Alleria, who did not understand so many twists and turns, was so excited that her body was sifting through chaff.

   In her opinion: Stratholme's lead on the Zul'Aman trolls is typically unprofitable. McDonald's can completely close the door of the Northland Fortress and sleep peacefully at home. It has nothing to do with the troll's trouble in the Eversong Forest.

   He just agreed.

The only explanation for    is to exchange this for the glorious transfer of the Windrunner family and Liadrin and Braumux.

   How important this is!

   The elves around him have red eyes.

In front of   , the Sun King, dressed in a luxurious evening dress, greeted him with a smile.

  The fiery red and black gold-studded robes look noble and elegant. Holding the golden magic scepter, the Sun King can't see the traces of time at all, and he feels a little older than Kaizi.

   Well, pity Kaizi again for three seconds, there is a dad who has a long standby time.

   If it is said that the Ranger troops who were knocked out before were cut flesh, and McDonald's promise to cut trolls, it is a typical blood profit.

   In the eyes of the Sun King, the mere ranger troops are nothing if they can kill the troll, the cancerous tumor that has occupied the southeastern part of Eversong Forest for thousands of years.

  Without the Rangers, they can set fire to the forest.

   And with humans taking the lead, they can take a shot at those evil and secretive troll wizards.

   It hasn't been shot down for thousands of years. Although there is obstruction by the forest terrain, the Silver Moon Councillors are not willing to shoot casually, which is also the main reason.

  The ghost knows what the **** are the trolls who play with animals and seances!

   Now a dog's [Corruption] and [Curse of Pain] are causing the councillors to die, and the demigod-level warlock's delayed magic has an absurdly long duration, making them feel like they are constipated for a long time.

  The situation was similar at the beginning. None of the MPs wanted to die for the country, so they were embarrassed there.

   This time, MacDonald had promised a group of mages led by an archmage.

   Anastrian smiled brightly. Although he didn't hug, he first held the bottom of McDonald's right hand with his left hand, and then pressed the right hand holding the scepter up, as if he shared power with Mr. Mai.

   Regardless of whether the acting is full or not, at least the sense of ceremony is full.

"Thank you very much! Your Excellency Stratholme! Your Stratholme family will be Quel'Thalas's forever allies from the past, the present, and the future!" The Sun King knew very well that after what he said tonight, he would Spread throughout Quel'Thalas.

   First set the tone of Mai, and then if Mai dared to go out and help fight the trolls, he would be happy to continue to stay in Silvermoon City—then it would be that humans would not keep their promises.

   "It is my pleasure, His Majesty the Sun King!"

   With the two great enemies of trolls and orcs as common targets, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves all at once.

   Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, the Sun King raised his arms and announced to all the nobles.

"Great Quel'dorei! Today, we are fortunate to join hands with humans to defeat the brutal orcs together! However, our beautiful forest was burned, the Silvermoon City we built was destroyed, our compatriots were slaughtered, and so on. Enemy, is this enough? At this moment, there are still nearly a million orcs, burning, killing, looting, and destroying this beautiful continent! Ladies and gentlemen, can we allow the murderer to be happy like this?"

   Today's fear of almost breaking the city still deeply stimulates the hearts of every elf noble. At this time, with a great victory, the fear will naturally turn into anger.

   "No! Not allowed!"

   "Kill all the orcs!"

   "The Orcs must die!"

  Whether it was a gentleman or a lady, the elven nobles lost their graceful demeanor, and the aura of the same hatred ignited the audience.

The Sun King continued: "Yes! The noble blood of Quel'dorei cannot be shed in vain! The souls of our compatriots cannot rest in peace! Therefore - the orcs must die! Now that we Quel'Thalas have joined the Alliance of Lordaeron, we are very happy. We should send a large army to exterminate the orcs together, right!?"

  The nobles are all monkey spirits. Seeing Alleria and the others standing near the Sun King for a long time, why didn’t they understand?

   "Yes! Yes! Exactly!"

"That's right! We will bring the flame of vengeance on the heads of every orc, and let them repent on the way to hell! I and the Silvermoon Council have decided to send a ranger general Alleria * Windrunner and a female The troops headed by Count Liadrin, join the alliance army and slay the orcs!"

   Alleria, Sylvanas, Liadrin, Lor'themar, Halduron, and other chosen ones came out, took a step forward, and bowed deeply to the nobles.

   "Oooooooh-" The nobles applauded vigorously.

   "Okay! Not much to say, tonight is a dance to celebrate victory! Let's celebrate this sweet victory!" The Sun King let the applause reach its climax, and then he withdrew.

   He is an old man after all, and if he is there, young elf nobles are often unable to let go.

  The melodious music sounded, and Mai, who consciously placed himself in the cameo position, was almost punched in the face by the tower.

   "My dear lord." Alleria said the first half of the sentence in the language of wind, and the second half of the sentence was in normal volume: "Can you dance with me while you are in the face?"

   (end of this chapter)