Stratholme God

Chapter 288 A Passionate Young Man (3 More)
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The crown, of course I, McDonald, can take it.

But there is no need!
The least valuable thing on Azeroth is the crown.

After the alliance was established, all the kings of the seven kingdoms of the first generation of humans died, except for Jean who later became a werewolf.

Most of the bosses will die badly, which is almost synonymous with [sudden death].

Macdonald spread his hands to the two idiots: "Okay, Your Highness Alsace, you have obtained the answer you want, you should go back. His Majesty Terenas will not be happy to know that you sneaked out."

Someone in Mai could completely imagine the old Taizi in the imperial study, blowing his beard and staring.

Alsace shrank his neck on the spot.

Well, this looks exactly like McDonald's skipping class for the first time in his life.

There are only zero and countless times of skipping classes.

It will be addictive!
"I, I'm here to support your work, uh... I want to see how you help refugees." The second idiot argued strongly.

McDonald's half-opened eyes looked like dead fish eyes: "You will get your hands dirty."

Er fool firmly: "If this is for the people, I have no complaints or regrets."

"Well, since you insist."

McDonald is willing to come to a dove to occupy the magpie's nest, and it is inevitable to encounter supercilious eyes.

Not to mention him, the young Darian was often poked in the back and scolded.

"Isn't it good that we come to save their people?" Alsace asked Macdonald in a low voice.

McDonald curled his lips: "It's a good thing for the people. But I will undoubtedly block the way of many people by doing so."

"what?"

"Production cannot be resumed for a full year. Do you think this is a simple disaster of war?"

Alsace's pupils shrank suddenly.

McDonnell pointed to the place in the west of the city where there was no smoke at all: "Do you know where that is?"

The two fools shook their heads.

"That's a slum." McDonnell sighed: "In this terrible era, those who have the ability to escape are already strong. The real weak are those poor people who can't even escape. This principle is like Just like the drowning people, don't think they still have the strength to jump, most of them sink silently until they drown."

The guards opened the way, and Alsace followed Macdonald all the way into the area. When he saw the dirty, narrow streets with an unpleasant smell, Alsace almost vomited on the spot.

The young prince was shocked when he saw skinny refugees, regardless of gender, age or age.

Not only did they lack food, they also lacked heating.

"I know there is a food shortage, but can't they chop some firewood?" Alsace asked this sentence, which proved that he had done his homework.

"What if the lord forbids them to go up the mountain to cut firewood?" McDonnell asked mentally with a backhand.

"How dare Mograine!?" The second fool was furious all of a sudden, but the anger lasted for less than five seconds before he suddenly realized: "No, Duke Mograine has almost never returned to Andorhal Territory. .”

The original Duke of Andorhal died, but his nobles and officials survived.

Mograine was suddenly transferred from a small Tyre to Andorhal, which was nearly ten times larger, and he himself was facing various manpower shortages.Because the royal family was defeated, he had to represent the royal family to fight in the Southern Continent.

"That's right, it's not Mograine's fault. He has no chance to govern the territory at all, and he doesn't have the proper manpower and officials. He can only temporarily entrust the territory to the original Andorhal nobles and internal affairs officials." Mai Don Ken sighed.

In every catastrophe, without a strong government, the consequences would be unimaginable.

McDonnell imagined that the year 2020 he traveled to was as magical as Azeroth.In that great plague, the son-in-law of the Ugly President of the National Congress took the lead in making money. As a result, a plague that could have been extinguished suddenly became a super plague that infected 30 people every day due to man-made disasters.

The wealth of Sobeth, the world's richest man, has increased by 800 billion US dollars, and the number of billionaires in ugly countries has increased by 29.

The same is true here.

McDonnell handed Alsace a document.

After just a few glances, the Prince of Lordaeron was furious: "How dare they do this!?"

The orcs swept Lordaeron, and the nobles, no matter how big or small, basically suffered a lot.

After the war, relying on Mograine to rely on them to manage the place, these middle and small nobles intensified their efforts to make money.

All sorts of clever tax collections, such as farm tool tax and logging tax, and then colluding with merchants to raise the price of seeds, lower the purchase price of grain, and then resell them at high prices, etc.

Only you can't think of it, you can't do it without them.

This is the main reason why Andorhal has more farmland than Stratholme, yet it has fallen into a food shortage.

What's even better is that the peasants couldn't survive, and it was Duke Mograine who was thousands of miles away who was responsible.

Throughout the three years at the Dark Portal, the Andorhal tax collector's catchphrase was: "The great Duke Mograine saved your life, but you don't know how to be grateful."

The people who did not die at the hands of the orcs starved to death in the fertile Andorhal Territory, which became the most wonderful irony.

Alsace trembled all over: "McDonald, is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, but it will get your hands dirty, and it goes against what your father did."

"I don't fucking care!" The prince's eyes, full of sense of justice, seemed to be breathing fire.

McDonald rubbed his brows: "How do I feel that I'm going to abet you?"

"For the sake of the people, I will not hesitate to go to hell!"

McDonnell was surprised by the aura called [Justice] in the heart of the young man in front of him: "I need your help to deal with the lower-level nobles here. According to the noble law, even if I have the authorization of Duke Mograine, it is impossible Kill these guys for this sort of thing."

"how should I do?"

"There is a loophole here - the nobles here haven't had time to perform the allegiance ceremony to Duke Mograine. After losing the object of allegiance to the original lord, the Duke of Andorhal, they belong to the royal family in principle. I remember you as a prince , has the power to appoint pioneer knights and pioneer nobles, why not send them to Alterac?"

Arthas was taken aback for a moment, and then realized on the spot.

Well, let these sluts fight to the death with the astonishingly powerful Frostwolf clan.

No matter who dies, they are killing harm for the people.Anyway, with King Aiden as a precedent, no one would dare to be a rape again.

Alsace's reply was sonorous and forceful: "Okay!"

The Prince of Lordaeron responded, and the middle and lower nobles of Andorhal were immediately devastated.

Originally, in the winter, they were roasting in front of the fireplace, eating barbecue and singing. Suddenly, a group of ferocious Stratholme soldiers rushed in and raised their dog legs high without saying a word.

Tax collectors and grain merchants, as long as there is no noble skin for protection, they will all be sent to the southeast branch of the big tree.

Whoever resists will be shot and killed!

The rest of the nobles were requisitioned by their own princes in a state of bewilderment, and they were sent to the Alterac Mountains in the cold winter.

Not to mention, they encountered orc attacks one after another on the road.One winter passed, and there was no one left in ten, and there was no chance to join the syndicate.

Orcs commit murder, what does McDonald's have to do with me?

Don't ask, just ask [Deception Orb]!
Amidst the cheers of the desolate people, Arthas was a little carried away, unaware that his old father who was far away in the city of Lordaeron was vomiting blood with anger.

(End of this chapter)