Stratholme God

   Chapter 548 Free Assistance

   "Oh?" Mai Yingdi raised his eyebrows.

   Of course he knew what happened to old Jean.

Not to brag, not to be slandered, after Gilneas returned to the alliance again in the history, Gene followed Anduin * Wrynn. He did his best and tried his best to complete the gorgeous from the arrogant husky to the obedient shepherd. turn around.

   However, at this moment, he should be the league head coach who "doesn't know what happened to Gilneas".

   pretended to be thinking a little, and McDonald said decisively: "No. At the same time, I will inform all allies about the arrival of His Majesty Greymane, and help Your Excellency Yufeng to popularize science."

   "Okay." Alleria looked like she was hesitating to speak, her long golden eyebrows kept beating slightly.

"What's wrong?"

   "Gilneas...seems to be in very bad condition. I heard that the werewolves invaded the capital and caused considerable damage. His Majesty Greymane has been standing at the gate of Cowling all night in the snow."

  McDonald can guess it all—in other words, if someone hadn’t asked Ysera to discharge the [Book of Medivh] into Silverpine Forest, how would the Gilneans suffer this crime? At least you have to play autism games in the city wall for another ten or eight years before you have to come out.

   McDonald said hello, and within five minutes, the tool man Barcelas arrived.

"Gilneas is in trouble. From a humanitarian standpoint, we can first give them some second-hand linen winter clothes, and give them the minimum food and medicine support according to the number of people he reported." MacDonald emphasized: "Whether it is fattening, or Starving and freezing Gilneas people to death in a large area, I only ask you!"

   "Yes..." Barthelas forced his face.

   After so many years, McDonald's has long been proficient in the way of the emperor. He patted Barcelas on the shoulder: "After this job is done, you are Sir Barcelas."

  Bazelas couldn't hold back on the spot.

what! It's the tears of the tool man... Come out to perform [Water Power]!

  Too, too easy!

   Internal officials seem to have great power, but in fact their status is empty. All their glory and power come from the lord, and the lord can slap him to the end with a single word. Even if he found some excuse to hang him on the spot, no one would say a good word for him.

  Sir is the smallest title, and it is not even included in the official title sequence of [Gong Hou Bo Zi Nan], which is also detached from ordinary people.

Although   jazz is small, it depends on where the jazz is.

  In the alliance, the seven human kingdoms are kneeling, and they will collapse. If there is something to do, a country will be destroyed, and a king will die. Only Stratholme will stand.

   It’s not a joke. After the wars, the name of Lordaeron is now fading from people’s memory, and the most popular place, or the recognized ‘nation’, has become Stratholme.

  'I would rather have a village in Stratholme than a province in another country' has long been the consensus of the nobles of the human kingdom.

   Stratholme is oozingly rich and terribly strong.

   Don't look at McDonald's awarding many titles, but for a country, it's still too few.

   That's right, country!

   A few days ago, Mograine and Abidis reached an agreement with McDonald's. Abidis officially acquired Silverpine Forest, Mograine took Tirisfal Glades, and Andorhal Land was officially transferred to McDonald's.

   The above is just a real-name identification of McDonald's existing interests.

  The key is in the back——

  Lake Lordamere and Mount Alterac, two large lands that are enough to become an independent country, were managed by MacDonald for 99 years, and he designated who was the next legitimate lord of the territory.

   At the same time, Lao Mo, Abidis and McDonald's officially merged, and the official name to the outside world is [Stratholme Federation]!

  Silverpine Forest Territory and Tirisfal Territory only enjoy independent military power and taxation power, and all other powers, including internal political power, diplomatic power, etc., are owned by McDonald's.

   There is no way, the McDonald's family is the only one who can fight like this and still develop industry and improve people's livelihood. Although Lao Mo and the two could follow the old-fashioned aristocracy's way of playing by closing the territory and playing by themselves, but they must live very badly. After all, these two territories have been ravaged by the Scourge Legion, and they are not the same as the white land. They also count on the mechanized planting of McDonald's and the night elf Druid to restore the land.

   They are both very funny.

   In the past, the nobles of Lordaeron were not recognized at all.

   In fact, more than 90% of the old-fashioned Lordaeron nobles hang up, and the rest of the cats and dogs have been absorbed by Lao Mo and Abidis, and they will not be able to make waves for at least a hundred years.

   This is equivalent to McDonald's inheriting the entire legacy of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

   So far, McDonald's King's Road is actually one last crown missing.

   This is a political tacit understanding!

   McDonald's is equivalent to announcing to the entire alliance that he will not be crowned king unless he defeats the Lich King and Terenas.

   This not only reflects the respect for the previous king, but also shows the magnanimity of McDonald's.

  It is not impossible for him to be in a hurry to be crowned king. Afterwards, he will be secretly arranged by other countries.

  Looking back, in history, which king did not reward his meritorious servants without reward, he created a bunch of reduced fiefdoms, and even nominal nobles who only had titles but no fiefs came out.

   McDonald's subordinates are real nobles!

  Bathelas got involved with a jazz, I was really moved.

   That afternoon, when Batheras, who was riding a griffin, saw King Jean, his waist straightened.

   Not to brag or black, he is a better jazz than Jean is now.

   "Good day, Your Majesty Greymane, I am the Chancellor of the Stratholme Federation—Sir Barthelas!" An opening remark made Genn dare not underestimate this tool man.

  Old Jean had gray hair, but he gave Barthelas a wonderful feeling that he seemed stronger?

   "Good day, Lord Barthelas." Jean's tone was humble enough: "The Duke of Stratholme...will you see me?"

   "At the beginning of the alliance, there were many unpleasant things that happened to each other. Before getting the approval of the heads of the alliance countries, my lord believes that private contact is not appropriate."

   The corners of Jean's mouth twitched a few times, and with the big beard, the feeling of weakness was obvious.

"At least...at least...help Gilneas first! Archimonde's terrifying demon descended and destroyed Greymane's wall. Although our country was lucky to escape the invasion of the Burning Legion, a large number of werewolves came to the country. A large number of farmers in our country have been killed, and their farmland has been destroyed. There is a serious lack of winter food and cold clothing."

   "This is no problem. My Lord has ordered me to allocate supplies and provide free assistance to fellow human beings from a humanitarian standpoint."

   This is actually a good thing!

   But Jean saw that in the big winter of January, a group of Stratholme soldiers in down jackets were sweating from the heat in order to carry the sackcloth for Gilneas...

  Gene felt like he was hit by 10,000 Psychic Critical Strikes.

   (end of this chapter)