MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 28 Generous Duke (recommend vote)

  Chapter 28 The Generous Duke (recommend vote)

   No one believes the truth when he is a good boy these days?

   However, McDonald's couldn't explain it either.

   A normal human, who can charge at 250% speed in a full set of armor! Even for warrior professionals who have mastered the mystery of [Rage], the effect of the charge varies from person to person, which is very physical.

   Who would use systematic skills like someone?

   And the slow motion when drawing the gun is not for being chic, it is because after the skill, the muscles are suddenly sore, and it is impossible to go fast.

Why did    become 'in the heart'?

   Let me try to stick a bamboo in your chest?

   The more MacDonald tried to defend himself, the more unbelievable others became.

   "Your Excellency the Duke, it's not good to be too humble!" Tirion Fordring, who had been an upright boy all his life, choked McDonald's.

That's all, he came back with a bum, only to find that MacDonald's Mograine, who was fine, also intervened, and rushed up without a word and gave a big bear hug: "As expected of the son of the Stratholme family, I am here. Your Excellency has seen the heroic appearance of the ancestors."

This……

  What about my surname Mai?

   Someone who has endless complaints in his heart has to pin his nose to recognize this character.

No idea! The people who were able to get into the nobles were all those who followed the Menethil family to kill people. In the wild land, the person who can cut people most is the big guy. Otherwise, where did this grand duke come from?

   McDonald's didn't know what to say.

   As the last counterattack of the rotten troll failed, the fortifications on the mountain also came to an end.

   That night, all the rotten moss remnants hiding in the corners of the altar and in the caves were slaughtered, drawing a perfect end to this short war.

   "Lord Windrunner, you really don't want a troll's head?"

   Regarding McDonald's proposal, Veresa smiled and raised the troll totem battle flag in her hand that looked like a child's graffiti: "We only recognize this."

   "Alright then!" McDonald's didn't care.

   A troll head dipped in ketchup, the first time you see it, you will definitely feel like throwing up, and you will get used to it.

After thinking about it, McDonald decided to leave a small gift for the north. At the mountain pass connecting Stratholme and Elf Territory, there is a huge Jingguan, which is a pyramid made of a thousand troll heads. .

   After he gracefully gave Mograine and Abidis the gifts they had ordered, before disbanding the army, he received a notification from the king of Lordaeron.

   "Your Majesty, Stratholme, after hearing your feat of annihilating the moss-rotten troll, Your Majesty is very happy, and I hope your Excellency can come to Lordaeron for the triumphal ceremony."

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   McDonald's is a little confused.

   Destroying a troll clan can be a big or a small thing.

   After all, the Rotten Moss is not a big clan, but a small regional clan. If it is an Amani troll who is entrenched in the high elves with tens of thousands of people, it is worthy of national celebration.

  It’s not impossible to celebrate. After all, the eradication that the N generation here did not accomplish was accomplished by McDonald’s.

   He always felt that King Terenas was trying to borrow something.

   "Your Excellency, don't think too much, maybe Your Majesty just wants to see you. Your father was a good brother who wore a pair of trousers with His Majesty back then!" Mograine advised.

   The more this product behaves like this, the more ghostly McDonald feels.

  This battle was weird from the very beginning, as if the king had asked two big tool people to help him to gain honor, killing two trolls in minutes to bring back the head, it would be rendered into a big victory.

   It’s just that the theoretical armed parade turned into a real victory, which followed the king’s heart?

   "Okay! I'll go after I arrange it."

   In order to prevent the moss-rotten trolls from dying, it is necessary to send people to guard Zumashaer.

   It happened that Rivendell had made some military exploits, and McDonald's promised him a promotion and a fortune...

   "Aurix! Zumashar will be handed over to you! This place is barren, but it is part of the inseparable sacred territory of the kingdom of Lordaeron."

   "I will defend the glory of the Stratholme family with my life!" Baron Rivendell was so moved that he threw his body to the ground and kowtowed vigorously.

   How many years have you not produced a new field noble?

  At the moment when the class is solidified, the new territory of any noble is basically picked up by the big nobles.

   Don’t look at the seemingly barren place of Zumashar, who dares to say that there must be no mines?

   "The fief is for you. But if you want to be upgraded to a viscount, it depends on whether you can successfully transfer to a [Paladin]!" A master surnamed Yin Yang made up for it.

  Rivendell's heart skipped a beat, he knew that the Duke was one thing for another. If you can't turn the Paladin, Zumashaer is not only Rivendell.

  You even a baron wants to have such a big fief?

   "I will surely live up to the expectations of my lord."

  Mai sighed in relief: I finally threw out the biggest suspect of the second and fifth sons, Rivendell, if you are impure, you will definitely not be able to pass the archbishop's test, don't blame me for killing my brother righteously. If you pass the border, even if you are really destined to be a rebel, you will go far enough to not harm me.

   The biggest reward came out, and the knights such as Serijek waited eagerly, and he was not disappointed. As the cart king the next day, he was made a baron.

   Don't think it's just a mere promotion. The so-called knight is just a title that distinguishes between knights and commoners.

  Many knights who have been a tool for many generations are eligible for promotion, and they have to be lucky enough to meet a generous lord.

MacDonald stood in front of the bodies of the fallen soldiers and bowed his head slightly: "I know that they died for the glory of the Stratholme family and for the peace and prosperity of the people of Lordaeron. They are heroes! But I Make sure those nasty moss-rotten trolls' weapons have some evil curse we can't see, so sorry, their remains must be cremated!"

   "Ah!" As soon as McDonald said, the frying pan was below.

  The people of this era pay attention to returning leaves to their roots and burying them after death.

   Someone who is familiar with the overall development of the future, knows that if there is such a case, he will not return when the Scourge Legion is killed in the future, then the corpses left now will become the future Scourge soldiers.

   Someone is thinking that it won't work! Not really until then!

   But I am afraid that I will be tricked again in the next settlement.

  Mai, who would never leave such a flaw, was determined to whip the corpse, ahem, abolishing bad habits and advocating environmentally friendly cremation.

   He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the people below suddenly fell silent.

   Yes, this is the majesty of the great lord and the victor.

"I also know that traditions make this kind of thing unacceptable to you. So, if you stick to the old habits, the pension will be halved, and the household registration will be moved to the Barony of Rivendell. If you agree to cremation, the pension will be increased by 30%, and if you have a boy at home, send it to Go to the Duke's Palace as a squire or squire. Those with a knight's title, come to me and receive a share of the Durrell Mithril Mine!"

   As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers in the audience stopped breathing, and everyone's heart jumped wildly with excitement.

  There are so many generations as little brothers, what is the picture? Isn't it just to have a grain that can't be eaten from generation to generation?

   Unless a new site is built like today, the fief is not a thought.

   But this is a mine!

  Even if the mayor then read it out for the duke, explaining that each knight who died in battle could only get 1% of the dividend from the mine, that would be a permanent dividend that can be designated as an heir! The key is which knight of the Stratholme family hangs up in the future and enjoys the same level of treatment.

   Burial?

Tradition?

   Can there be mines worth of money?

   Woohoo! It's not that we don't stick to tradition, it's that Duke Macdonald has given too much.

   Stratholme all became frenzied.

   "Long live the Duke of Stratholme!"

   "We swear allegiance to the Duke's family!"

   They were excited, and Mograine was embarrassed next to him.

  Why?

   His soldiers are all jealous like rabbits!

  No one knew that McDonald's thought of these mines as hot potatoes - he's meow! Fortunately, my lord, I am witty, I have fought wars, and I still have mines in my hands. Isn't this the more money you lose the more money you lose! ?

   (end of this chapter)