Stratholme God

Chapter 182 Can I Reward You? (2 more)
"Dudududu!"

"Boom!"

In the elegant music unique to the high elves, the ritual officer successively sang in bilingual voices with ups and downs:
"The Great Orc Annihilator, Troll Slayer, Major General of the Lordaeron Alliance, Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Lordaeron MacDonald Stratholme arrived—"

"Duchess Braumux..."

"Countess Liadrin..."

"The heroic ranger-general Alleria Windrunner who saved Silvermoon..."

"Our heroic ranger-general Sylvanas..."

Don't underestimate the attributive 'hero'. Shouting it out in public is an official announcement, which means that Silvermoon City has fully recognized the contributions of the Windrunner sisters.

Alleria and Cirvanas froze on the spot, Cirvanas was still able to control his emotions, and Alleria covered her face and cried on the spot.

It's not easy!
After the troll war 2800 years ago, how many elves take her, the hero of the last war, seriously?

Silvermoon City wanted to blame her the day before, but tonight the officials suddenly declared her a hero.

The set tone cannot be changed, otherwise the Sun King and the Council will slap themselves in the face.

Alleria definitely didn't believe that it was because of their kindness. The only explanation was that McDonald had promised the Sun King something.

"My lord, is it your handwriting?" Alleria couldn't help asking in the language of the wind.

Macdonald answered lightly: "It's nothing, I just promised the Sun King to send troops within 5 years after defeating the orcs to help him wipe out the trolls in Zul'Aman."

Of course, when someone signed the contract, there were so many billions of details.

For example, all the old leaders of the Stormwind Kingdom must be recovered, the orc chieftain must be killed or captured, there is no organized orc army on the planet Azeroth, and so on.

In fact, there are a lot of tricks in this, as long as someone in Mai thinks, he can drag it until after the third Dark Portal War.

However, parents don't care about their ears!

Only the scale and final deadline for dispatching troops were set—within 20 years from today, if McDonald dies, his heirs will be responsible. If not, the Kingdom of Lordaeron will be responsible.

Elves live too long, and 20 years is just a blink of an eye for them.

Aurelia, who didn't understand so many twists and turns, was so excited that her body was sifting through chaff.

In her opinion: Stratholme leading the Zul'Aman troll is really unprofitable.McDonnell can completely close the gate of the Northland Fortress and sleep peacefully at home. It has nothing to do with him when the trolls make trouble in Eversong Forest.

He just said yes.

The only explanation is that this is an exchange for the glorious transfer of the Windrunner family, Liadrin, and Braumux.

How important this is!
The elves around him all had red eyes.

In front, the Sun King, dressed in luxurious evening attire, greeted him with a smile.

The fiery red and black gold-embellished robes look noble and majestic.The Sun King, holding a golden magic scepter, shows no signs of age at all, and feels a little bit older than Kaizi.

Well, again, pity Kaizi for three seconds, there is a dad who has a super long standby time.

If it is said that the ranger army was knocked out before, McDonald agreed to kill the troll, which is a typical blood profit.

In the eyes of the Sun King, a mere ranger troop is nothing to kill the troll, a malignant tumor that has been entrenched in the southeast of Eversong Forest for thousands of years.

Without the Rangers, they can set fire to the forest.

And humans take the lead, so they can give it a go and deal with those evil and secretive troll wizards.

It has not been fought down for thousands of years, although there are obstacles in the forest terrain, the main reason is that the Yinyue councilors are not willing to take action casually.

Who knows what kind of tricks those trolls who play with animals and evil spirits have!

Now, the [Corruption] and [Curse of Pain] of a dog egg have caused the congressmen to die of pain, and the time-lapse magic of the demigod-level warlock is ridiculously long, making them seem to be constipated for a long time.

The situation was similar back then, none of the congressmen wanted to die for the country, so it was embarrassing.

This time, McDonald agreed to send out a group of mages led by an archmage.

Anasterian smiled brightly. Although he didn't hug, he put his left hand under McDonald's right hand first, and then pressed the right hand holding the scepter, as if sharing power with someone like Mai.

Regardless of whether the acting skills are perfect or not, at least the sense of ceremony is full.

"Thank you very much! Your Excellency Stratholme! Your Stratholme family will be the eternal allies of Quel'Thalas from the past, to the present, and to the future!" Spread throughout Quel'Thalas.

First set the tone for Mr. Mai, and then if Mr. Mai dares not send troops to help fight the trolls, he will be happy to continue to stay in Silvermoon City-at that time, human beings will not keep their promises.

"It is my honor, Your Majesty the Sun King!"

With the trolls and orcs as the common target, the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while.

Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, the Sun King incidentally raised his arms and announced to all the nobles.

"Great Quel'dorei! Today, we are fortunate to join forces with humans to defeat the brutal orcs! However, our beautiful forest was burned, the Silvermoon City we built was destroyed, and our compatriots were slaughtered. Enemy, let’s forget it? At this moment, there are nearly a million orcs burning, killing, looting, and wreaking havoc on this beautiful continent! Dear dear friends, can we allow the murderer to have a good time?”

The fear of almost breaking the city today still deeply stimulates the hearts of every elf nobleman. At this time, the victory will naturally turn fear into anger.

"No! Not allowed!"

"Kill all the orcs!"

"The orc must die!"

Regardless of whether they were gentlemen or ladies, the elves and nobles lost their elegant demeanor, and the aura of common hatred ignited throughout the audience.

The Sun King continued: "Yes! Quel'Dorei's noble blood cannot be shed in vain! The souls of our compatriots cannot rest in peace! So - the orcs must die! Since we, Quel'Thalas, have joined the Alliance of Lordaeron, we are very happy! We should send a large army to drive out the orcs together, right!?"

The nobles are all monkey spirits. Seeing Aurelia and the others standing near the Sun King, how could they not understand?
"Yes! Yes! Exactly!"

"That's right! We're going to bring the flames of vengeance on every orc and make them repent on the way to hell! We and the Silvermoon Council have decided to send the ranger-general Aurelia*Windrunner and the female The army headed by Earl Liadrin, join the alliance army and crusade against the orcs!"

Alleria, Sylvanas, Liadrin, Lor'themar, Halduron and other chosen ones stepped forward and bowed deeply to the nobles.

"Oh oh oh—" the nobles applauded vigorously.

"Okay! Without further ado, tonight is a victory party! Let us celebrate the sweet fruits of victory!" The Sun King brought the applause to its climax, and then he left the stage.

He is an old man after all, and if he is around, the young elf nobles often cannot let go.

The melodious music sounded, and Mai, who consciously set himself as a guest star, was almost punched in the face by the tower.

"Dear lord." Aurelia said the first half of the sentence in the language of the wind, and the second half of the sentence was in a normal voice: "Can you dance with me?"

(End of this chapter)