Chapter 187 A pile of heirlooms? (2 more)

Although the territorial area of ​​the former Zumashaer is not much different from that of Kaolin City, one is an alpine basin that has only recruited 10,000 people to move to the city; How can a large plateau city with a population of 50,000 be compared?

fragrant! It's so fragrant!

  The vassals and their people fought **** battles, of course, for the survival of mankind, but at the same time they could seal their wives and sons, who would refuse?

   Those knights who followed Rivendell, all of them had glowing eyes!

   Sure enough, it was right to follow the Duke of Stratholme!

  Look, how long has our lord Rivendell been? From a baron to a real earl.

   No one has ever experienced the hardships of McDonald's.

  Nima, the original Hand of Tyre is a low-profile duchy!

   Even if Duke Mograine took away some of his vassals and followers, there would be at least 100,000 people left.

   Lao Taizi didn’t say anything. As soon as McDonald’s led his troops into his own territory, the envoy of the Wang family arrived. He didn’t ask any questions.

   The rest is to wait for the official handover ceremony to be held after the war.

  The real assets of the Stratholme family can be said to have skyrocketed.

   Looking at the hot eyes of the system and the green words that symbolize income, McDonald's whole person was ashes.

   Who knows the pain of losing a family! ?

  Package! It must be all sealed out!

   "Viscount Serijek!"

   "Yes!" Celiec, his knights, and the very interesting Braumux and others all dismounted and knelt down.

   "The hand of Tyr is temporarily entrusted to you. But your merits are not enough. When you remove the word 'generation', it depends on when your merits are enough. In addition, Braumux came over to be sealed."

   "Yes!" The blushing former elf duchess came over and knelt down on one knee.

   McDonald dismounted, picked up the new ship [Dragon Tooth Sword] that Kurtaz helped him get, and looked at it. The bigger the weapon, the harder it is to handle. This bone blade made of Neltharion's teeth is completely in the style of "Monster Hunter". Holding this thing, I feel like I have become a chief of the tribe.

  The two-finger-wide, one-meter-long snow-white long-bone blade, together with the gauntlet made of oak wood from Eversong Forest, was a decent shape.

   But well!

   The player who came from is of course Yan Gou. If the attributes are too different, he can only make do with it.

   After all, according to the game settings, this thing has about 80 points of damage per second, with the attributes of increasing endurance and agility, and the dual attribute attack of [Shadow Flame] and [Flame], it is not an artifact or a quasi-artifact.

   He has nothing to choose from.

   He raised his long sword and tapped Braumux's shoulders: "I - Duke Macdonald Stratholme, in the name of the family, make you my knight!"

   "Thank you my lord!"

  No way, the Duchess's territory is the cleanest torn down. The trolls in Zujin's belt were the first to demolish her territory after they rushed out of Zu'Aman. She is really poor.

   Transferring is just a cutscene.

   "Go to Serijek and listen to orders. I look forward to the two of you being able to combine the merits of an earl."

   This pair of interracial lovers blushed on the spot amid the laughter of the crowd, but they didn't refute.

   Now, McDonald's has another Darrow County in his hands, but the "loss" is still within the control of the seal out of Cowling City. Recently, because too many refugees have poured into the territory, these guys have gone crazy under the persecution of orcs. All of them are the best migrant workers, which has caused McDonald's assets to skyrocket, which is very annoying.

   said, Lao Taizi's handwriting, he can also understand.

  His McDonald's is already a typical master of high power.

   It is not impossible to seal across the traditional large territory, but where?

   Can't give Andorhal to him?

  A man has two great collars, is he the king or Menethil is the king?

   Taking away the "nails" left by the two previous kings, Mograine and Abidis, represented the greatest trust of the royal family in him.

   On the other hand, where the orcs crossed the border, nothing could grow.

   Lordaeron, who killed three dukes in one go, was in urgent need of vassals who could help the royal family guard the territory. At this time, it was normal for Abidis and Mograine to enter Lao Taizi's field of vision.

  The redistribution of the pie of Lordaeron, at least the remaining great nobles, benefited almost all. McDonald's also wouldn't mind that the Mograine family, who had been working together happily, continued to be neighbors.

The period after    returned to the territory was supposed to be a rest period.

  It is a pity that the bigger picture is the most important thing, and there is no chance to return to Stratholme City. On the way, Lothar arrives with a paper order.

   "Admiral Stratholme please come to Lordaeron as soon as possible to discuss the counterattack against the orcs."

   "Alas! I can't even take a breath." MacDonald lamented.

"My lord, you are the real God of War, and the Alliance will not let you be so casual. Please go to Lordaeron first, my lord, and we will prepare the army and wait for the summons." Raven, who is very self-conscious as a tool man Dale said so.

"Alright then! Lor'themar, I've appointed you as the Stratholme's Deputy Prime Minister, in charge of the elves' resettlement work." Now that Mayor Barthelas has finally been promoted to the Palace Chancellor, McDonald's seems to be casual. Appointment seems to have caught a cat and a dog out to work, but it actually has a deep meaning.

  The Southern Expedition is about to launch, and the three Windrunner sisters who can fight the most and Liadrin, the nurse, must be with you. That guy with no status is in control, who can guarantee that humans will not oppress or discriminate against long ears?

   "Ah! Me? I...I've never done anything like this." Lor'themar Theron was stunned.

Do not! You have done it and done it well!

  N parallel worlds of Azeroth, you are the regent of the blood elves.

McDonald's exchanged for the toolman, Barthelas: "Listen, although you are the true character and Lor'themar is the vice-chancellor, he listens to the elf affairs. Whatever material he wants, you give priority to supplying it. You screwed up. In this case, you should go back and be your mayor. Do you understand?"

   "Yes yes yes!" Batheras felt that he had no status, why did he work so hard to rise up, and always felt that the Duke believed in that elf more than him?

McDonald's leaned on the shoulders of the tall Lor'themar, and Lor'themar consciously bowed so that his head was shorter than that of McDonald's: "There is no natural **** of war, and no natural master of internal affairs. Many things are It's forced, if you don't do it, others will probably do it worse. Just work hard."

   "Yes—" Lor'themar bowed deeply. As the former Ranger Captain, Sylvanas' deputy, he naturally had to shoulder this responsibility.

   "Okay! Let's go!" McDonald's greeted, and 10,000 elite troops quickly assembled, first riding and riding a carriage to the west.

   Meanwhile, the palace of Lordaeron.

   The two fools rushed to the front of his elder sister's bedroom with a sad face, and shouted, "Not good! That guy from McDonald found a bunch of elf heirlooms and came back."

   (end of this chapter)