MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 48 Are these guys taking the wrong medicine?

  Chapter 48 Are these guys taking the wrong medicine?

   Hearing Bolvar's question, a grief that was greater than the death of his heart welled up in his heart.

   In this second, all the bad luck turned into symbols of misery, all piled up on McDonald's pretty face, which was quite attractive.

  Bovar was in a trance for a while, he never thought that such a vicissitudes of life expression would appear on the face of a 16-year-old boy.

  This is the secret room, McDonald's doesn't mind showing his feelings.

   He turned his back at 45 degrees, and a drop of sincere tears of sorrow fell silently from his cheeks, bringing out an endless sense of sigh.

"Bovar, my old friend. Everything you said means--I, a 16-year-old duke, can be sure that all nobles will not send private soldiers out? It is estimated that there are nearly 200 waste royal families at the gate of the palace. The guards can’t stand the charge of 30 orcs? Or are those crazy orcs who can kill more than 80 nobles in one go without harming the core characters? Or is it that I have calculated that I can save Kalia and His Highness Arthas?”

   Every question is an intellectual torture.

  's tone of self-deprecating self-deprecating tone, obviously every word was a sign of weakness, but Bolvar seemed to have been beaten by his soul, and his momentum became weaker and weaker, and his conscience no longer allowed him to continue to question McDonald's.

   "Sorry, St...McDonald. I've seen too many cruel and mean things, and I'm a little allergic."

   McDonald sighed in relief: "I understand, I hope every good person in this world can be treated with kindness."

   His words subverted all of Bolvar's perceptions of him.

   Bolvar was silent.

   McDonald patted Bolvar on the shoulder: "This is a tragedy. I only hope that this little man-made disaster can really wake up the sleeping lion in Lordaeron."

"hope so."

  Bovar didn't stay too long, he left the ducal residence and returned to the State Guest House,

   As soon as he entered the door, he faced the shadow in the corner: "Ms. Shore, what do you think?"

   Pasonia Shore emerged from the shadows and bowed, "Half-truth."

"Tell me."

   "Using a horse-drawn carriage accident and destroying a septic tank, seemingly unintentionally forcing the slave convoy to divert the road, this super-professional espionage concept is beyond the imagination of my subordinates and the rest of the agents."

   Of course Pasonia wouldn't know, but every young man in China who watched a lot of action movies and imported spy movies would know these tricks. What "Mission Impossible" is a textbook.

   She changed her words: "But the subordinates think it is excusable."

"Oh?"

"The Stratholme family is almost wiped out, and the only direct line left is the McDonald's. The subordinates have checked, although there is no absolute evidence, but I found that the death of the former old duke is strange. And a few months ago, McDonald's once He is critically ill, and it is rumored that he is unwell due to excessive drinking. But after he recovered, he fired all the beautiful maids immediately, and got very close to Archbishop Fao of the Church of the Holy Light."

  Assassination! ?

   This is too many assassinations, do you have experience?

   Bolvar's breathing stopped suddenly.

   Seizing the heirs, as big as the throne, as small as a little knight's lead, there will never be a similar filth throughout the ages.

He is an upright person, which does not mean that he does not know such things at all, and when he thinks of someone's age, all the puzzles and suspicions in the last turn into a long sigh: "It's not easy for McDonald's! "

  Last night's palace massacre is still fermenting.

   There is no way to hide such a big thing happening on the street. Even if it is a fact, if it is publicly announced that it is "the orc slaves ran away and rushed to the palace to kill" or something, the face of Lordaeron will be disgraced.

  Reversing the previous delay, the royal family did not discuss with the major lords at all, and directly announced: last night, 30 top orc assassins, disguised as slaves of the White Cross Arena, infiltrated Lordaeron City and attempted to kill the king. He once entered the palace, killed more than 80 nobles, and caused more than 1,000 casualties.

   Fortunately, all the royal guards fought to the death, and the Duke of Stratholme and the priest of the Church of the Holy Light rushed to **** them as soon as possible, so the king, prince and princess were safe.

   In front of each bulletin board, there are tribunes who read the bulletin out loud to the illiterate people:

"This is a provocation to the royal family of Lordaeron! A provocation to the entire kingdom of Lordaeron! It is also a cruel declaration of conquest for all mankind! These green-skinned beasts have no mercy! Only killing! From fifteen-year-old flower girls, to Eighty-year-old old men, their butcher knives have spared no one. Wake up, the people of Lordaeron—"

As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar. As you can imagine, the news will spread across the country in just a few days.

   While the people were talking, Terenas's thunderous fury was still spreading in the palace council room.

Every gray beard on the old king's chin seemed to be alive, twisting and twisting like a viper, staring horribly at every duke, marquis, and earl, waving the king's scepter excitedly, The handrail clattered.

"The horror of those green-skinned monsters, you have all seen it! Stormwind Kingdom can't stand it anymore! The information says that those beasts will build ships! After destroying Stormwind Kingdom, the next one is the Northern Continent! What are you still hesitating about? It's not that they died. We are dead! Prepare for war! The whole country must immediately enter a state of preparation for war! I will immediately notify the kings and heads of the other five countries and hold an emergency meeting!"

   Terenas roared on the throne like tearing down a house, but the big guy below was struggling.

   Everyone knows that the king must be beaten back after being beaten in the face.

But the orcs are so poor, looking at the information, these guys use extremely primitive weapons-thick iron weapons are considered advanced, more of which are big sticks tied to a stone to be a warhammer, and no armor, even if they can wear animal skins, they are masters. Soldier.

  The major lords fight national wars to make a fortune, and they are unprofitable.

   Thinking of the soaring military spending and the doomed pension, the dukes frowned.

  Terenas spit on his head for a long time, and the bottom is full of promises.

   After finally making it to lunch, everyone was frowning.

   In the dining room where the king was not present, everyone gathered in twos and threes for a while, chatting in low voices.

   Suddenly, McDonald raised his glass high: "Hey! Ladies and gentlemen, can you listen to me?"

   Everyone immediately turned their attention to the face of the new celebrity in the eyes of the king, with all kinds of eyes.

   Envy and jealousy! curious! expected!

   "First of all, I toast to the sacrificed compatriots! They are the pillars of our country..." McDonald's is very good at being a man and blowing a wave of dead ghosts first. No matter how ugly the middle and lower class nobles died last night, they became heroes in his deceitful mouth.

  Then get to the point.

"Are you still worried that there is no loot for fighting orcs?" MacDonald smiled mysteriously: "Please, orcs themselves are the best loot! Think about it, those brute-force green-skinned monsters fighting **** figures in the arena... …Don't you think it's great? With these beasts, you don't have to worry about a lack of gladiators anymore."

   McDonald's said, everyone was excited.

   Duke Tirisfal's left eyelid twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but ask: "Orcs are difficult to catch, right? And not every orc is suitable for a gladiator, right?"

McDonald's smirked: "The best orcs are naturally gladiators, the rest... I lead 144 Mithril and Thorium mines in Stratholme, and 800 people die every year, and the annual operating rate is less than 30%. So, all orcs, no matter the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, women and children, as long as they send them to me, 10 silver coins each, and I will buy them unlimited!"

   "Really!?" The eyes of the big guys in the audience lit up!

  Don't lie to me, I can catch slaves and make you bankrupt!

   "You have my promise! If you don't believe me, I'll pay 5,000 tons of Thorium mine to Lordaeron as a deposit first?"

  Come come come! Come on! Can make me lose my family's wealth and lose my money!

   In the afternoon meeting, Terenas was preparing to intimidate and lure, who knew that the crowd was like a frying pan.

   "For the righteousness of mankind!"

   "For the glory of Lordaeron!"

   "War! Total War—"

   The earls, marquis, and dukes showed their loyalty to the king with thick red necks as if they had been slapped with blood.

   Terenas was stunned - Nima, these guys took the wrong medicine?

   (end of this chapter)