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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 that was quite attractive.
Bolvar 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 Chamber of Secrets, and McDonald doesn't mind showing his feelings.
He turned his back 45 degrees, and a drop of sincere tears of grief slipped 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 30 waste royal families at the gate of the palace. The guards can’t stand the charge of [-] orcs? Or are those crazy orcs who can kill more than [-] 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.
The tone of self-deprecating self-deprecating tone, obviously every word was a sign of weakness, but Bolvar seemed to have been beaten by the soul.
"Sorry, St...McDonald's. I've seen so many cruel and despicable things that 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 remarks simply 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."
Bolvar didn't stay too long, he left the ducal residence and returned to the State Guest House,
As soon as he entered the room, he faced the shadow in the corner: "Ms. Shore, what do you think?"
Pasonia Shore emerged from the shadows and bowed, "Half-truth and half-truth."
"Tell me."
"The accident of horse-drawn carriages and the destruction of the septic tank, seemingly unintentionally forcing the convoy of slaves to divert their routes, 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 subordinate thinks 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, all have experience?
Bolvar's breathing stopped suddenly.
Seizing the heir, as big as the throne, or as small as a little knight's collar, there will never be a similar kind of 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 unfolding.
There is no way to hide such a big thing happening in 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.
Contrary to the previous slowness, the royal family did not discuss with the major lords at all, and directly announced: Last night, 30 top orc assassins, disguised as slaves from the White Cross Arena, sneaked into the city of Lordaeron in an attempt to attack and kill the king.Once entered the palace, killed more than 80 nobles, causing more than a thousand 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 escort them as soon as possible, so the king, prince and princess were safe.
In front of each bulletin board, a tribune officer read aloud the bulletin to the illiterate people:
"This is a provocation to the royal family of Lordaeron! A provocation to the entire kingdom of Lordaeron! It is a cruel declaration of conquest to all mankind! These green-skinned beasts have no mercy! Only killing! From a 15-year-old young girl to an 80-year-old Old man, their butcher's knives have not spared anyone. Wake up, 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 rage 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 is almost unable to hold on! The information says that those beasts will build ships! The Stormwind Kingdom will be destroyed, and the next one will be 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 them are big sticks tied to a stone to be a warhammer, and there is 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, all the dukes frowned.
Terenas spit on the top of the mouth for a long time, and the bottom is full of nonsense.
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 cast their eyes on 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'm toasting the sacrificed compatriots! They are the pillars of our country..." McDonald's 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 the orcs?" McDonald smiled mysteriously: "Please, the orcs themselves are the best trophies! Think about it, those brute force green-skinned monsters fighting bloody 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."
When McDonald said it, everyone was heartbroken.
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 smirked: "The best orcs are naturally gladiators, and the rest... I have 144 mithril and thorium mines in Stratholme, 800 people die every year, and the annual operating rate is less than 30%. How about this, all orcs, no matter old, weak, sick, disabled, women or children, as long as they are sent to me, 10 silver coins each, I will buy unlimited amount!"
"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 make a deposit of 5000 tons of Thorium mine in Lordaeron first?"
come come come!Come on!Can make me lose my family's wealth and lose my money!
At the afternoon meeting, Terenas was preparing to coerce and lure. Who knew that the crowd was like a frying pan.
"For human righteousness!"
"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 beaten with blood.
Terenas was stunned - Nima, these guys took the wrong medicine?
(End of this chapter)
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 that was quite attractive.
Bolvar 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 Chamber of Secrets, and McDonald doesn't mind showing his feelings.
He turned his back 45 degrees, and a drop of sincere tears of grief slipped 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 30 waste royal families at the gate of the palace. The guards can’t stand the charge of [-] orcs? Or are those crazy orcs who can kill more than [-] 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.
The tone of self-deprecating self-deprecating tone, obviously every word was a sign of weakness, but Bolvar seemed to have been beaten by the soul.
"Sorry, St...McDonald's. I've seen so many cruel and despicable things that 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 remarks simply 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."
Bolvar didn't stay too long, he left the ducal residence and returned to the State Guest House,
As soon as he entered the room, he faced the shadow in the corner: "Ms. Shore, what do you think?"
Pasonia Shore emerged from the shadows and bowed, "Half-truth and half-truth."
"Tell me."
"The accident of horse-drawn carriages and the destruction of the septic tank, seemingly unintentionally forcing the convoy of slaves to divert their routes, 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 subordinate thinks 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, all have experience?
Bolvar's breathing stopped suddenly.
Seizing the heir, as big as the throne, or as small as a little knight's collar, there will never be a similar kind of 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 unfolding.
There is no way to hide such a big thing happening in 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.
Contrary to the previous slowness, the royal family did not discuss with the major lords at all, and directly announced: Last night, 30 top orc assassins, disguised as slaves from the White Cross Arena, sneaked into the city of Lordaeron in an attempt to attack and kill the king.Once entered the palace, killed more than 80 nobles, causing more than a thousand 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 escort them as soon as possible, so the king, prince and princess were safe.
In front of each bulletin board, a tribune officer read aloud the bulletin to the illiterate people:
"This is a provocation to the royal family of Lordaeron! A provocation to the entire kingdom of Lordaeron! It is a cruel declaration of conquest to all mankind! These green-skinned beasts have no mercy! Only killing! From a 15-year-old young girl to an 80-year-old Old man, their butcher's knives have not spared anyone. Wake up, 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 rage 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 is almost unable to hold on! The information says that those beasts will build ships! The Stormwind Kingdom will be destroyed, and the next one will be 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 them are big sticks tied to a stone to be a warhammer, and there is 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, all the dukes frowned.
Terenas spit on the top of the mouth for a long time, and the bottom is full of nonsense.
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 cast their eyes on 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'm toasting the sacrificed compatriots! They are the pillars of our country..." McDonald's 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 the orcs?" McDonald smiled mysteriously: "Please, the orcs themselves are the best trophies! Think about it, those brute force green-skinned monsters fighting bloody 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."
When McDonald said it, everyone was heartbroken.
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 smirked: "The best orcs are naturally gladiators, and the rest... I have 144 mithril and thorium mines in Stratholme, 800 people die every year, and the annual operating rate is less than 30%. How about this, all orcs, no matter old, weak, sick, disabled, women or children, as long as they are sent to me, 10 silver coins each, I will buy unlimited amount!"
"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 make a deposit of 5000 tons of Thorium mine in Lordaeron first?"
come come come!Come on!Can make me lose my family's wealth and lose my money!
At the afternoon meeting, Terenas was preparing to coerce and lure. Who knew that the crowd was like a frying pan.
"For human righteousness!"
"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 beaten with blood.
Terenas was stunned - Nima, these guys took the wrong medicine?
(End of this chapter)
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