Stratholme God

Chapter 710 Difficulty!
If you have to pick a thorn in the side of this interracial couple, then the status is still a little bit wrong, no matter how strong the Stratholme Federation is, the title on the current McDonnell's head is the Duke, and it is not appropriate to marry the king of a country.

On the other hand, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Goddess Elune went down to pimp herself, ah bah, she was a matchmaker.

The goddesses are all happy, and in that country where the god stick is in power, even if there are any objections, the goddesses will personally suppress them.The key is that MacDonald is still the direct descendant of Malorne, the god of the White Hart. If he holds an antler axe, the druids will not fart half of it.

Well, both the Goddess faction and the Druid faction are in favor, so there is one ghost objection.

Elven nobles?

I heard that all the remaining night elf nobles went to Quel'Thalas. Well, Kael'thas is still carrying shoes for McDonald.

Catherine thought about it in her mind, but she couldn't find any reason to object. Watching Tyrande feed a grape to McDonald, who was slightly stiff, Catherine was messed up in the night wind.

"As you can see, although I am very grateful for the favor of the Proudmoore family, if I get married, I will first consider the Whisperwind Pavilion... er, Tyrande." McDonald followed the script, a left paw is very Putting an arm around Tyrande's waist politely.

Helplessly, the moon cloth was too smooth, and it slipped down a little bit. The gentleman McDonald raised his hand up a little more sensiblely, and returned to the original position. Who knows, Tyrande just slid his hand down in a daze.

What's the matter with this electric shock-like feeling?

McDonnell stared at Tyrande in astonishment.Unexpectedly, the other party returned a small look full of love, and whispered: "If it's you, it's fine."

McDonnell decisively joined the UC shock department.

The air-dried banana gentleman is actually myself! ?
Over there, it was agreed to come to the dinner party, but Catherine, who was fed a mouthful of dog food abruptly, didn't stay up for an hour, so she presumed that she was unwell and left.

This is the privilege of the elderly.

Let it retreat without a fight, this is the purpose of McDonald.

Just after she came out of the banquet hall in a daze, Catherine's attendants had just put her coat on when Barthilas, who was known as Max's butler, appeared.

"Dear lady, I was instructed by my lord to come to discuss with you about Stratholme's compensation cooperation plan for Kul Tiras. I wonder if you are free now?"

Catherine squinted her eyes, unable to tell whether she was disappointed or grateful.

At least, Macdonald didn't really kill Kul Tiras.

At least, the countries or races that can join the alliance have something to eat.

She sighed, "Your Excellency Barthilas, please lead the way."

Not long after, after reading the package plan provided by the other party, it can be seen that McDonald is actually quite sincere.Probably the Stratholme Federation is willing to step up efforts to support the development of Kul Tiras.In order to solve the iron ore shortage problem, the Federation proposed to build a super-large new shipyard for Kul Tiras on the former Atonement Island.

"Why here?"

Barthilas patiently explained: "First, this is already the territory of Kul Tiras; second, this is close to the Dalaran iron mining area, we may even consider helping you build a bridge across the sea for free to facilitate ore transportation "Third, Yom Kippur Island is close enough to the coastline that if necessary, we can support you with coastal defense artillery."

At the end of the Second Dark Portal War, the Isle of Atonement was given to Kul Tiras by Fenguoguo.To be honest, because it is too far away from the mainland, this place has always been regarded as a supply port.

Now it seems that it can be given a higher value and meaning.

It is a little far from Catherine's ideal, but it is not a solution.

"Ok."

Better than nothing.

Suddenly, Catherine sees a clause: "This is..."

It says that the target of the cooperation plan does not include other great nobles of Kul Tiras.

In fact, Barthilas didn't understand, so he could only follow McDonald's instructions: "My lord said, the vassals of the vassals are not the vassals of Proudmoore. What he wants is the friendship of the Proudmoore royal family. "

The corners of Catherine's eyes twitched slightly. According to her understanding of McDonald, it was obvious that she was guarding against Tandre's men.

This is not a good sign.

The most intuitive means is that he knows that your Proudmoore family has two or five sons, but he can't say it.

This hint made Catherine shudder.

"I see. I'll let Tandre clean the house properly."

"Well, it's better to keep the house clean."

This is already stated.

There is no way, McDonald can only do this.

Except for the royal family, the four major families of Kul Tiras are all cheated.

In the later generations, Ashvane rebelled directly and took the pirates to attack Proudmoore's house; Lord Stormsong secretly knelt and licked Queen Azshara; It has become a lair of sinister and poisonous witches.

In line with the principle of resolutely not giving money to cheating goods, McDonald has designated the place of use.

Catherine was a little reconciled, and secretly tried again: "Can I invest more in Theramore?"

This is something that McDonald didn't order. Barthilas thought about it. After all, Jaina is McDonald's penicillin bamboo horse, so let's add more. After a little thought, he nodded: "Yes."

Here, Barthilas is helping Boss Mai make up for it.

Over there, Boss Mai was caught in a dilemma.

"Tyrande, calm down."

"I'm very calm! Although you told me that it was just to send Kul Tiras away, I think this proposal is actually good. You see, even Goddess Elune agreed."

The moon in the sky flickered, and the moon seemed to have an emoticon pack, and my aunt smiled.

This is very awkward.

"No, actually, that..." Before McDonald could finish speaking, he could already feel the amazing elasticity of the mooncloth fabric on his chest.

"Fool, Kalia personally asked me to do the fake show for real." Tyrande said loudly, "I don't mind, even if it's a wife in name."

McDonald's heart skipped a beat.

This is really Kalia's style.

Ashamed of Menethil's surname, Kalia didn't want to formally marry him even if she died. She could eat late at night, but even if she wanted to have children, she had to wait until McDonald had a legal heir.

"Me, can you let me think about it? Don't force me." McDonald's voice dropped.

Who knew that Tyrande actually let go, and just politely kissed his forehead.

"Of course I can. I've been waiting for 1 years. It's not too late. But, can you promise me?"

"Promise what?"

Tyrande's bright eyes looked directly at Macdonald from a close distance: "Don't bind your heart for strange ideas, and don't disappoint any sincerity, okay?"

This is very difficult!
(End of this chapter)