Stratholme God

   Chapter 425 Your Majesty, you are awake! ? (Please subscribe to reward monthly pass)

   still has such a delicate face, that angelic innocence has never disappeared on her face. The bright blond hair that reflected the sunlight on the foil, even though she was surrounded by Bishop Alonsos Fao and a group of Paladins, still easily became the focus.

   "Good day. Godfather! Kalia!" McDonald walked over, bowed to the godfather, and nodded to Kalia.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that my old bone would have a day to return to Lordaeron. It's okay, I'll just take a look." Alonsos is still the kind and amiable old man, his health is not bad. Less, but still tough. The restoration of Lordaeron City was also an extremely important victory for the Church of the Holy Light, and it was natural for him to come.

   However, he dragged the disciples farther away, obviously leaving space for the new disciple Kalia.

   Kalia, who was wearing a priest's robe, immediately blushed and leaned against the broken wall, not daring to look up at anyone at all.

   His own godfather took the lead in dispersing. Even if Liadrin was staring at McDonald's, he could only gesture to let the entourage, including her and Waniang, disperse ten meters away.

  Although the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Kalia raised her head vigorously and pursed her small mouth slightly.

   "Remember here?"

   McDonald's scalp numbly glanced around, searching for the memory of the dead ghost in the past, he really didn't remember.

Kalia didn't show a disappointed expression: "It's normal that you don't remember, you were only 10 years old at that time. When you think the flowers are beautiful, you say you want to plant them, and then, throw the seeds to me, and you go to the salon. Finally I'm the only one left here to take care of the flowers."

  “…”

  This...even if the dead kid is left in chaos, it's not something that McDonald's is willing to do!

  What can you do at the age of ten?

  Despite a lot of complaints in McDonald's heart, the words turned into simple words: "Sorry for ruining your memories."

   Kalia stood up, turned around, put her hands on her back gently, and walked a short circle around the flowers and plants that had long been withered by the breath of death.

"There is no immortal kingship in the world. Master Fao told me this. It just happened to be my generation. Since the father and the king chose evil immortality, our sister and brother chose freedom. This is the result. I will regret , but don't regret it. McDonald's, you don't have to comfort me...really!"

   There was no such sadness in his eyes, Kalia was only left indifferent.

   "You'll be fine."

   As soon as MacDonald finished speaking, Kalia turned her head to look at him: "You have really changed a lot. So has Alsace. Sure enough, responsibility can make a boy grow into a man quickly."

   Having said that, Kalia made a small jump and jumped in front of McDonald, her aqua blue eyes looked directly at him, and their faces were getting closer and closer.

   "What?" For Kalia, McDonald's always had a sense of entanglement.

  If before, he refused to touch Kalia because he was worried that he would be dragged down by the Menethil royal family. Now he felt a little sorry for Kalia.

  The country is destroyed!

   As a vassal, he has some responsibilities.

"I..." Kalia stared at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her. He and her were once so close, and it was only a little bit, and the two became husband and wife, as if they were separated by a light layer. Yarn can be pierced at will.

  As time passed, a great change immediately widened the identity and distance between the two.

  Thanks for his kindness, so that their sisters and brothers do not have to bear greater sins and have a new place to live.

   She heard a lot of wind. After the restoration of Lordaeron, the voice was too loud to hide.

   It's not so much that she doesn't mind, it's better to say that she is happy to see the rumored thing happen. Both she and Arthas thought that was a good thing.

  If there is any regret, it is probably...

   McDonald's suppressed his inner feelings and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No, I, that, I..." After some hesitation, Kalia finally gathered up her courage: "I... can I stay by your side? I... I mean, I passed by Master Fao's. Training, is already a qualified priest. In less than a year, I can be promoted to senior priest."

   The girl's hopeful eyes are so clear that it is impossible to refuse.

   But at the same moment, McDonald felt an elf priest not far away suddenly **** up his long pointed ears.

   Character design, conflict!

   McDonald put Kalia's shoulder lightly, and turned his head: "Liadrin, do you mind changing to a Paladin? That way, you don't have to wear a dagger around your inner thigh every time."

   McDonald's sentence hit the itch in Liadrin's heart.

   The undead natural disaster destroyed her hometown, and she had long wanted to smash those god-killed bones. But he was afraid that McDonald wouldn't like it, so he always wore a priest's robe as a lady.

   In this regard, Mak wanted to say: Sorry, your violent tendencies have long been exposed!

   "Ahem, that...if it's the Lord's will, I'll obey." Liadrin gave a wry salute.

   McDonald turned his head and looked at Kalia who was so disappointed: "Okay, you are welcome to be my personal pastor, Kalia."

   "Hmm." Kalia pursed her lips and nodded heavily.

  …

  The city of Lordaeron was restored, and the news spread quickly throughout the Alliance as if it had grown wings.

   Even the most remote mountain villages have received this news.

   Of course, the whole city was blown up or something, and naturally it would not appear in the battle report.

   In any case, this is a great encouragement for the entire alliance, which symbolizes the staged victory of the living over the undead.

  The city of Lordaeron that was just captured is naturally uninhabitable. Whether it is the undead that have not been cleaned up, or the dark energy that spreads throughout the city, it is a great threat to the life of the Alliance soldiers.

   McDonald didn't intend to really want Lordaeron, after all, this place is poisonous in every sense, and it is very close to Silverpine Forest, which is scheduled to become a war zone.

  So after the Restoration Ceremony, McDonald moved into the former bunkers in the east of the city and prepared to arrange evacuation.

   That night, McDonald's slept very deeply for some reason.

   He never had to worry about his own safety.

   Valeera is the kind of super-powerful thief who only needs a little sleep, not to mention that when she is resting now, Liadrin, who has been converted to a paladin, will take over the task of guarding.

   But he fell asleep tonight, his mind was dizzy, and he didn't know when the sun came into his eyes, and his ears were filled with the tsunami-like cheers of thousands of soldiers.

   "Long live His Majesty Stratholme—"

   "Long Live the Kingdom of Stratholme—"

   McDonald's was awakened, and he forced his eyelids to open. He was shocked to see a large number of familiar nobles and bigwigs kneeling in front of him.

   is headed by the Duke of Mograine, the Marquis of Abidis, the Earl of Rivendell, the Earl of Windrunner, the Earl of Barov, the Earl of Braumux, and... Alsace!

  The two fools smiled happily: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

  McDonald's whole person is Spartan, and his eyes are wide open: ? ? ?

   (end of this chapter)