Stratholme God

   Chapter 189 Tianzi No. 1 Fat Sheep

  Lothar... It's not just his blood that makes him the commander-in-chief of the alliance. The guy who didn't have any strength and still commanded blindly was beaten to death by the kings long ago, and hung on the southeast branch as a dry mascot.

  The world only knows his bravery, but not many people have noticed that his diplomatic and internal affairs abilities are also above the standard.

   As soon as he finished his joking remarks, he realized that the atmosphere was not right.

   A few vague murderous auras stimulated his nerves as a warrior, even if it wasn't aimed at him.

  Lothar knew immediately that the rumored 'elf king' or something was more of a bummer, at least McDonald's hadn't settled the two elf elder sisters behind him!

  Lothar gave someone a quick look - dear! Is your life threatened? If yes, you wink.

  Looking from the back, someone has transformed into a 'Fudo Mingo', um, are you moved? dare not move! dare not move!

   In fact, his eyelids were blinking like a typewriter.

  Lothar's eyes twitched on the spot, what are you doing? Are you a thief or not? Dare to do it or not?

All right!

  Lothar has been walking along the way, what wonderful people have not seen?

   Even the king can jump back and become a dog for the orcs. At most, McDonald's is a little bit of a personal moral problem.

  Young people of sixteen or seven years old are at the age of hormonal bursts. It is understandable that they all look like Teddy.

  Lothar immediately changed the joke mode: "What are you nervous about! It's just to tease you. Your contribution to the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance is not enough to give you a few more dukes."

it is true?

is fake?

   The three Windrunner sisters, who pricked up their ears, were all confused.

   Veresa blushed, obviously thinking too much.

Sylvanas said to the eldest sister in the words of the wind, gritted her teeth: "McDonald's is a stinky ruffian, I heard their nobles say when I was passing by, McDonald's wanted to be an elf king since he was a child, and he wanted to be an elf king. A bunch of elven maids serve him."

   Alleria replied with a bit of resentment: "Lyras got a county, which is already a high match. If he really gives Veresa...that...a duchy, what qualifications do I have as my elder sister to object?"

  Sylvanas: "..."

   A duchy as a gift?

   Even the king can't pull it out!

   The eldest and second sisters of the Windrunner's family couldn't help but doubt their ears again.

   Did McDonald really prepare a duchy for Veresa?

   This kind of thing feels too exaggerated, right?

   When was this set?

   Or did Stormwind Kingdom take the initiative to please McDonald's?

right!

  It must be like this!

   (The wronged Mai Xie: No! I actually think that the ship of Lordaeron is about to sink, and I am ready to change jobs.)

   Here, McDonald and Lothar had a chat before entering the Alliance headquarters.

  Except for Valeera, who is a personal bodyguard, and Alleria, who was specially named by McDonald, the rest of the followers are not eligible to follow.

  Alleria really experienced the weight of McDonald's words.

   "Ah, this, Liras* Windrunner has been converted to my Earl. His family's ranger unit is under the full command of Lady Alleria. Give her an Alliance Brigadier General."

   "Okay!" Lothar agreed.

   In just a few words, an outsider can get the title of an Alliance general that can’t even cut his head.

  You must know that the Duke is only a major general.

   Of course, the situation in the alliance is different now. After two major battles in a row, the main force of the two orcs was hit hard, and the alliance had hope of turning back the defense.

   Everyone knows that if you don’t hitch a ride at this time, you won’t be able to get on the car when you turn around.

  However, to start this car, we still need to see McDonald's.

  The seven human kingdoms of the alliance, the two short ones, and the long ears, almost every family was maimed.

   Tempest, Stromgarde and Alterac destroy the country.

   Bronzebeard Shorty was beaten and left an Ironforge. Silvermoon City is left with long ears.

  The only two things that are okay are the island nation of Kul Tiras and the Eagle's Nest Mountain of the Wildhammer dwarves. These two are both small countries: Kul Tiras has limited population and resources, so don’t think about violent soldiers. After building more ships, sailors are not enough; Wildhammer dwarves have fewer populations and territories, only tens of thousands Shorty, defending the mountain path before was enough, not to mention that more than half of the Hinterland is controlled by several troll clans such as Xiezhi.

  At the moment when Gilneas is self-isolating and Dalaran has no land and no minerals, the only complete and capable territory is Stratholme.

   To put it bluntly, the Alliance wants to counterattack, and almost all the armaments can only be produced by the McDonald's family.

  If you are willing to wait a year, maybe Tirisfal Glades and Andorhal can restore half of their production capacity.

   But at the moment when the alliance is restored, the orcs are also returning blood. Who can guarantee that no more orcs will be teleported?

   In this case, he McDonald is not the uncle, who is the uncle?

   As soon as we entered the door, the bosses, Lao Taizi, Antonidas, Daelin, and Kurdran, were too polite to McDonald's.

   Now, no one dares to think of McDonald's as a 'little' duke.

   There is no way, a few uncles are wilted, so they rely on a certain family to sell them small blue pills.

  Lothar's number one tool, Turalyon, automatically served as the announcer:

"The current battle situation is like this. After the main force of the Alliance defeated the army of Orcs led by the Warsong and the Shattered Hand clan, they failed to form an effective annihilation. About 150,000 Orcs forcibly passed through the southern part of the werewolf disaster in Silverpine Forest, and besieged Dara. The hordes of Orcs joined in and retreated all the way to the Wall of Thoradin to confront my army."

   Looking at the combat power distribution map on the sand table, McDonald also smiled wryly.

   When he was beating up the orcs in Quel'Thalas, the main force of the Alliance actually had a job. Lothar did not dare to let Mograine's main force pursue him, and by the time they took a detour to Dalaran, the orcs had already withdrawn.

   Wants to storm the Wall of Thoradin, but it's not that easy. In the last war, this super fortress was burned down by Dragon Breath, but the main structure of the building was not damaged. Grom Hellscream was inspired by someone, and let the orcs work hard to build a lot of construction, and it was very awkward to make a bunch of them on it. Orc style arrow tower.

After the    offensive and defensive reversal, he was stunned to prevent the alliance's attack.

  Lothar had the heart to build an army of hundreds of thousands to break through the defense of the orcs in one go, but... he was short of food.

   In the last Hillsbrad Hills battle, the Alliance had drained the Barov family’s food reserves, and this time there was really not a drop left.

   In the face of the Alliance's Grain Booster, Duke Barov silently took him to visit the Barov family's empty granary where they could play horse racing.

   "Last year it was still full. But now..." The old duke gave a ledger that wrote the amount of food the alliance had transferred.

   At first, McDonald's paid for the food. After the Alterac royal family jumped back, the Alliance took it directly.

   Now that the grain production of the Hillsbrad Hills fief has been lost, the Barov family can only make a living by fishing in Lake Caldaron. More than half of the fish produced has to be turned in.

   It's really hard to push!

   Now, a bunch of guys who write kings read beggars look at McDonald's with green eyes.

   Mai Shenhao responded calmly, looking at the fat sheep with a bright smile: "In order to destroy the orcs, talk! You can talk!"

   (end of this chapter)