MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 34 never wake up those who pretend to be asleep

  Chapter 34 Never wake up those who pretend to be asleep

   The history that someone is familiar with has undergone another subtle shift.

  In history, Bolvar Fordragon really took to the big stage of the Azeroth world, and we had to wait until after the Second Dark Portal War.

  The Kingdom of Stormwind is really empty, and it was his turn to be the regent. When he attacked the Gate of Wrath, he was injured by the plague gas, purified by the flames of the Red Dragon Queen, and never died. However, after he was taken away by the Lich King, he unexpectedly endured a soul torture that the paladins such as Serijek had never endured, and did not become a death knight. He insisted on his original intention, and finally, driven by fate, in order to guard against the evil from the dead world, he voluntarily became the most useless and unworthy Lich King.

   To be reasonable, Bolvar is not very good whether it is literary or military. The only thing that can be praised is his absolute loyalty to the Kingdom of Stormwind, and his unimaginable endurance.

   McDonald's impression of him is more focused on the [Tianzi No. 1 Loyal] and [Super Sandbag].

   Even so, McDonald's really hoped that he had such a loyal subordinate. Unlike him, the N future apocalypse knights under his command, regardless of whether they are two or five children, at least the bones are not hard enough.

   McDonald, along with the other bosses, carefully looked at the ordinary-looking His Excellency the Duke.

  Typical warrior image, rough facial features with deep outlines, impressive brown-red hair with ears, and a rather muscular figure.

  Many people noticed that the armor he wore was full of shocking holes. The most exaggerated one, from the left shoulder all the way to the collarbone, the triangular break can put down a baby's fist.

   He was dusty, even his cloak was a little dirty.

   This made the nobles present very disgusted.

Walking up, Bolvar bowed deeply: "Good day, the great king of Lordaeron Terenas Menethil. Good day, all honorable lords. I am the Duke of Stormwind Kingdom Fordragon. This time I come here. , I hope to personally describe a terrible alien invasion that affects the survival of the Seven Kingdoms..."

He began to vividly describe the terrifying enemies encountered by Stormwind Kingdom-they have weird green skin, and are often over 7 feet (2.13 meters) tall. They are powerful, brutal, and indiscriminately kill human civilians. Habit.

   Then those terrifying greenskins had already taken down most of the Stormwind Kingdom.

   Having said this, the Duke of Andorhal, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, yawned.

   Andorhal in this world is not a small town, it is a big city located in the center of the kingdom, connecting the east and west. Not as good as Lordaeron and Stratholme, with a population of fifty thousand.

  Andorhal Territory is an important grain-producing area in Lordaeron, and the Duke of Andorhal can be said to be fat, um, fat in various senses.

"Hoo! It's ridiculous! Stormwind Kingdom is so useless, has a duke visited in person to cover up his incompetence in losing to the trolls?" Glancing at McDonald's, "Please, there is a limit to incompetence. Any 16-year-old boy from Lordaeron can destroy a troll clan."

  McDonald dared to bet a dime, that the fat pig on the opposite side would definitely dislike him, McDonald's.

  Speaking of which, as long as it is a duke, it is really not pleasing to the eyes of anyone.

  Because the fief is the land that was sealed out, unless he commits some unreasonable treason, the king has no right to take the fief back. At most, let this generation of dukes get out of the way and retire, and let him smash it up.

   This kind of real hereditary power in China makes the dukes unscrupulous.

   Of course, it’s one thing to hate McDonald’s. In front of outsiders, at least you have to be consistent with the outside world.

   Bolvar was a little stunned. He had just arrived in Lordaeron and had not received any new news.

   It was Terenas who said, "My most loyal and reliable Duke of Macdonald Stratholme, just two weeks ago, completely wiped out the troll Rotmoss clan entrenched in Zumashal, beheading 2,000 people."

   "Uh, congratulations." After all, Bolvar was a good guy. Although he didn't think killing two thousand trolls was not that great, it at least made him look at McDonald's temporarily.

   But the topic cannot be pulled away.

   Bolvar argued: "Are you the Duke of Andorhal?"

   "Yes." The big fat pig snorted coldly.

   "None of the kings would admit to mistakenly occupying half of their own enemies. That's really not a troll, it's a whole new race completely different from trolls. If possible, I'd like to present one of their corpses."

  Despite the disgusted expressions of most of the nobles, King Terenas agreed and let the mages and guards arrange it.

   Soon, looking at the burly figure sealed in the ice coffin by the ice magic, all the Lordaeron bosses finally showed a puzzled expression.

   This typical orc corpse is actually quite convincing.

   is very different from the slender hunchback of the troll. The tendon on the orc's arm is comparable to the troll's thigh, as well as the well-developed chest muscles and strong waist, which is different from the troll who likes to hunchback.

   As long as you have a little common sense, you will realize that this is two different creatures from trolls.

   But this world!

The less trouble, the better.

   Being drunk every day, having a party and teasing the maid, isn’t it sweet?

   "This is the troll! Don't think I can't see it, this is the big man in the troll, what is it called that fanatic?" Duke Andorhal opened his eyes and said nonsense.

   "It's a brute." Another duke said half-knowingly.

   "Hey, I've seen bigger ones, they're going to be shot with ballistas. But there aren't many trolls like that, not even one in a thousand."

  There was a lot of noise in the hall, and the dukes and counts were talking about the trolls.

  Bovar is an honest man. He has never been a Zhuge Liang who fights with Confucian scholars. As he talks, he begins to despair.

   He is not stupid, he realizes that he will never wake up a group of people who are pretending to be asleep on purpose.

   He knew very well that to deal with the terrifying green tide, it would be impossible to mobilize the entire human world.

   But these people in front of them can't see the imminent threat, they only see the interests of their own one-third of an acre of land - very simple, this hasn't hit Lordaeron yet! Then, what does the life and death of your Stormwind Kingdom have to do with me in Lordaeron? Do you want me to subsidize money to cross the sea of ​​thousands of miles, and labor and teachers to go on an expedition to help restore the Kingdom of Stormwind? Isn't it fragrant that I guard my fertile fief? Is it worth going to your wild land?

   This is the chain of contempt.

   As the strongest human kingdom, not to mention the nobles of other countries, even the kings of other countries, these lords may not look down on them. Since it's not good, what can I do for you? Just pretend that you can't see it.

   The messengers of Stormwind Kingdom have been here a few times before, and they have never been able to ask for help.

  Bovall argued for a long time, his lips were dry, and he couldn't convince half of them.

"Duke Fordragon, you have come a long way to work hard. Rest first. We will discuss it behind closed doors. Perhaps, you can also go to the noble salon and state the difficulties of your country." Terenas's attitude was obvious. , it is impossible for me to agree to support Stormwind Kingdom in an official capacity, but you can go to the people to take advantage of it.

  Bovar's face was full of despair, and he didn't even know how he got out of the chamber.

   Failed again!

   How can I be worthy of my comrades who are still fighting **** domestically! ?

no! Even if I cry and beg, I will fight for the survival of Stormwind Kingdom!

   Just as Bolvar, who had made up his mind, was about to lay down his dignity as a noble and go to the salon to spread the orc invasion, he and his entourage were suddenly stopped by a man dressed as a knight.

   "Hello, Duke Fordragon. I'm Baron Therriek, a vassal of the Duke of Stratholme. My lord is very interested in learning about the south. Do you have time to meet with me later?"

   (end of this chapter)