Stratholme God

Chapter 300 "Food Safety and Grain Storage Law" (4 more)
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If an ordinary man were to suddenly endure the extreme pain of a woman giving birth, he might collapse on the spot.

But let that person suffer from a few large car accidents and enter the ICU a few times, maybe there will be no such big reaction.

Ner'zhul's current situation is somewhat similar.

Even when his old boss, Kil'jaeden, tormented him furiously, he didn't find it terribly scary.

It's just six or seven points terrible, and there is still a long way to go before ten points.

Even sometimes, Ner'zhul in pain would come up with all kinds of weird ideas.

"That's it? That's it? Kil'jaeden, are you the leader of the demons?"

"No energy! No energy at all! Those humans are much more terrifying and cruel than you."

Azu dare not say it out wow!

It's a pity that his acting skills are not online, and the more he wailed in pain and begged for mercy, the more unhappy Kil'jaeden became.

However, Ner'zhul's soul was already a little fragile. Kil'jaeden forcibly inserted his soul and peeped into his thoughts. Maybe Ner'zhul's soul would collapse, and the plan of the demon commander would be defeated.

Kil'jaeden annihilated Ner'zhul's body in the void, sealed his soul in an ice crystal skull, and continued to torture him for three months. When he found that there was really nothing else he could do, he had no choice but to give up and continue to torture Ner'zhul. idea.

"My little servant."

"Yes, my lord, I hear, your will is supreme."

"I want you to return to Azeroth and launch a plan..."

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When Azu came back to his senses, he was already in a world of ice and snow.

He has no limbs and body, but his spirit can communicate and control some intelligent creatures around him that he can sense.

A mind-controlled tuskarr picked up Ner'zhul who had turned into an ice skull, and walked step by step into the depths of the extremely cold place.

Thus, Ner'zhul, the first Lich King, began his journey of conquest of Northrend.

At a later point in time, McDonald, who had been farming frantically throughout the 4 years of Hellgate, finally paid off.

On September 9th, in the study of the lord of Stratholme City, Barthilas, Lor'themar, and Earl Barov lowered their heads, sneaking glances at their lord from time to time, and then looked back guiltily.

In the eyes of everyone in the entire territory, these big men who called the wind and called the wind and rain looked like prisoners waiting to be sentenced, and fifteen buckets in their hearts were up and down.

After carefully reading the thick report and comparing it with the system's calculations, McDonald finally sat up straight.

"A bumper harvest this year, well done, my vassals. I allow part of the stock of rice wine, and take out 1 tons of barley to make wine, and reopen the [Wine Festival]. Every soldier can get half a pound of beer for free , each knight has 2 pound of Lordaeron rice wine, [-] pounds of beer, and so on. Excess wine is prohibited from being exported, and the Duke's Mansion will sell it to the whole territory at a unified price. Remember..."

The three tool men replied in unison: "We understand that anyone who dares to reach out will hang [Southeast Branch]!"

[Southeast Branch] It's almost becoming a stalk here, perhaps, this is the so-called cultural export.

McDonnell came to the window sill and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery under the sunset in the distance, listening to the laughter from time to time.

"Well, you all understand the truth. Only by making the cake bigger can everyone live well. The cake is too small, even if it is all taken up, there is not much to eat."

The Wine Festival in Azeroth is generally held from September 9th to October 20th every year. There will be goat competitions, wine promotion, defense celebrations and other activities.

Since the outbreak of the Dark Portal War, it has not been held for three years.

No way, wine needs food.The people can't get enough to eat, and whoever dares to use a large amount of grain to make wine will definitely be cursed by the people.

This year is completely different.

Due to the massive planting of ultra-high-yielding crops such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.Almost everyone in the two territories has enough food.

Eating sweet potatoes or potatoes every day last year was enough to turn people off.

With the resumption of a large number of wheat fields this year, even ordinary people can use black bread with cornmeal, and sweet potatoes and potatoes as supplementary food, and more will be made into dried sweet potatoes and potatoes, which are collectively named [Pimeng] ( This is synonymous with spare dry food) to save up.

The Grand Duke encourages the people to stockpile grain, and the free trade and export of grain is prohibited in the territory. All surplus grain is purchased at a price slightly higher than the market price, and the duke reserves and distributes it.

Then, an episode happened. Three days before the Brewfest, the great lord, the Duke of Stratholme, suddenly suffered from food poisoning.

It is said that the Grand Duke ate five catties of seven different kinds of fruit in one sitting that afternoon, and ate fatty pork for dinner, and then yelled that someone had poisoned him.

It is said that Tirion Fordring, the silver knight who lived in Stratholme City, did not respond to ten detoxification spells in a row.

It is said that the Grand Duke scratched his throat crazily, vomited and diarrhea for three hours in a row, and drank two liters of warm water to wash his stomach before and after, and barely saved his life.

The final result was that the entire city hunted down the assassins without success, causing panic among the people.

It was so close that everyone thought that the Grand Duke was going to cancel the Wine Festival.

It must be a pity, there is no way to do it, it seems that this is not the first time that the respected Grand Duke has been assassinated.Rumors abounded that the former Duke and Duchess had also been murdered.

These rumors made the 200 million citizens feel anxious all day long.

It was not until the day before the Wine Festival that news suddenly spread from the Duke's Mansion.

"This should be a misunderstanding. After being warned by the doctor, the Grand Duke gave up the idea of ​​tracking down the assassin. He decided to continue holding the wine festival. Of course, as a substitute, the great lord issued the "Food Safety and Grain Grain Law" overnight!"

Everyone has long been familiar with the various magical laws of the lord.

The lord's bills are often very powerful and have various magical effects.

Everyone has no resistance to the bill, and they are not afraid that the officials below will not implement it well.In other words, those who dared to take the opportunity to make money all hung themselves on trees to grow taller.

What's more, this bill is nothing - it stipulates that every household must dig a cellar to store food, at least to ensure the food for the whole family for three months.All food sold in the market must be quarantined by the newly established [Health Quarantine] department to ensure that the food sold is not rotten, expired, or even poisonous.

Checkpoints will be set up in every town with more than a thousand people and all arterial roads, and the quarantiners led by the paladins will be quarantined.

Anyone who refuses to quarantine will be severely punished, and even nobles will be deprived of their titles if they offend.

Seeing this, many people felt frightened.

However, seeing the free quarantine and so on, everyone felt that the assassination of the lord should be true.Only when he was almost poisoned did the Grand Duke become so sensitive.

The Wine Festival was going on smoothly, only some secret cultists hiding in the dark were numb from McDonald's show.

The new Curse Sect leader Kel'Thuzad yelled: "Which idiot went to assassinate McDonald without authorization!?"

(End of this chapter)