Stratholme God

Chapter 307 It's Impossible, That's Why It's Believable (2 more)
The old man said:
"I am an ordinary freedman from a farm in Andorhal. I have always been proud of my son as a heroic lieutenant colonel of the Alliance. Until one day, the orcs destroyed my hometown, and then my son became a death knight The identity of my ancestors was presented before me. Today, I offer the remains of my ancestors simply because I don't want my ancestors to crawl out of the ground and scare my sons and grandsons. If it will put them to rest forever, then How about this."

Death knights... the Alliance is no stranger to this term.

The death of a heroic soldier turned into an undead, stabbing his sword at his former comrades, this kind of thing is absolutely heartbreaking.

During the last war, many alliance soldiers knew about this, but everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention it.

Everyone avoids the subject.

Fortunately, this is not the norm.

Only fairly powerful warriors in life, usually knights, can be transformed into death knights after death.

In the orc camp, death knights are only a minority after all.

Unexpectedly, this would gradually turn into a nightmare of walking on the earth!

The lineup of the undead has expanded, and it is no longer limited to the knight class. Even innocent civilians can become undead who cause harm to one side.

This kind of thing is really hard for everyone to accept.

Even though news of the undead has spread throughout the northern continent, there are reports of sightings of terrifying undead creatures everywhere.

In addition to the living human corpses, there are also those of various animals.

They have a rotting appearance and will attack any living beings.

Most of the lords reacted numbly to this, and let it go, pretending not to hear or see, and some guys even secretly joined the curse sect.

Only McDonnell was the first to propose cleaning up the remains.

After more and more people agreed, the Duke of Stratholme announced that he would purify the remains of his ancestors, hoping that their souls would be included in the Cathedral of Stratholme and become the people who guarded this land with heroic spirits.

The ceremony was held in a grand manner and lasted for three days.

With the lead of the lord, the decree was carried out smoothly.

In the two territories, lit bonfires and crying people can be seen everywhere.

In November, tens of millions of corpses of various types have been burned.

"Knock knock." Aurelia knocked on the door of McDonald's study.

McDonnell looked away from the black smoke columns outside the city: "What's the matter?"

"My lord, do you have anything else to tell us?"

"Why do you ask that?" McDonnell looked at this intellectual and mature elf beauty in a little astonishment.

"This time the undead incident will be very big, probably to the extent that it has swept across the entire continent." Aurelia sat upright on the chair for the guests in front of the desk, her gaze as calm as water.

"How do you judge?" McDonald was a little surprised.

"Your importance!"

"Oh?"

"In the last war, when the orcs were still in the Southern Continent, you had already built a fortress in front of your house. You are always sensitive to crises beyond everything else! And in order to deal with crises, your preparations have always been so cautious... um , almost to the point of morbidity."

McDonald laughed dumbfounded: "Where did you see it?"

"You renovate the Fortress of Andorhal, the Fortress of the Sodoril River, and deploy defenses along the King's Road that traverses the east-west direction of Andorhal Territory. Prepare a large number of incendiary bombs, petrol bombs and holy water. Install flamethrowers for individual soldiers and chariots .Clean up all the corpses that may become undead. This is not for the undead, who is it for?"

"Oh." McDonald was noncommittal.

His actions could not be concealed from any senior general with sufficient military knowledge.

"What I want to know most now is, where did the undead army you fear come from? And what is its scale? Also, did you see this from Nozdormu?" Alleria said He stood up, pressed his hands on the desk, and forced himself to look directly at McDonnell.

McDonnell had to take the focus of his gaze away.

"Probably, it will be west!"

"Landing from the west coast of Tirisfal Glades? We don't know if the city of Lordaeron can handle it." Alleria said to herself.

Am I going to tell you that in history, Arthas exploded his own mines and slaughtered the entire city of Lordaeron from the inside, and then the undead army snowballed the entire continent? Enough tossing, because of forcing Ner'zhul to have an accident , Get the hell out and go to the ice and snow Northrend continent?
Macdonald remained silent, and Alleria, who had been secretly observing her words and expressions, cautiously judged whether her temptation was correct.

She immediately and keenly realized that her guess might be wrong.

"Is it more than that? Or is it that the undead army will land in Quel'Thalas?" The eldest sister Feng Xingjia finally threw out her biggest worry.

"I want to know too." Queen Xi's voice came.

"Me too."

McDonnell turned around and saw the two familiar female figures on the windowsill as expected.

Didn't complain about why the windrunners don't go in properly, they always like to come in through the window, McDonald stood up, and walked to the wall where the map of the Eastern Kingdom was hung.

"Winter is coming, and the window is broken. We can only use a piece of rag to keep out the cold wind in the north. If there is a hole in the cloth, it can be patched. What if this is not a cloth, but a fishing net?"

The three sisters were stunned.

How to fix this?
Anyone with a brain knows that it's best to get new windows.

Can the person who sees the problem be part of the fishing net?
It's like a dead end!

Not only from Lordaeron, but also from Quel'Thalas.The three sisters already had a premonition that this time the high elves' hometown would probably suffer again.

Last time it was defended by McDonald, what about this time?

Seeing McDonald's face as if he was facing a formidable enemy, they couldn't help becoming nervous.

Moreover, their current embarrassing identities are the biggest problem—in the eyes of the compatriots in Silvermoon City, they are already big traitors who have mixed with humans.By attracting orcs, in an attempt to gain a higher status.

That kind of entanglement and helplessness deeply ate into their hearts.

McDonnell felt the same way, the Sun King on their heads occupied the latrine and did not shit, and there was one on his head who was desperately following the old-fashioned way at this point in time, playing crazily with thick black science and court politics Balanced Lao Taizi.

He also has a kind of aggrieved feeling of being powerless.

If he were the king of Lordaeron, there would be no such trouble. He was guaranteed to get all the five major provinces in order, and he couldn't find a single Cursed Cultist.

He has absolutely no chance to be the king of Lordaeron in this life, since he wants to protect the second idiot, he will definitely protect him to the end.

When McDonnell spoke, the bitter smile at the corner of his mouth gave people a sense of hope. For some reason, the hearts of the people in the room trembled.

"I came back to this world not to fail."

"Feet stuck in mud, head never bowed."

"It's impossible, so it's worth believing!"

(End of this chapter)