People are different.

The duke is also very different from the duke.

Mograine and the two are indeed a little sour, this is not the point in time for the survival of human beings. At that time, there will naturally be many people who are willing to sacrifice themselves.

But at this time, more people are thinking about how to get ahead.

The aristocracy paid for his life.

Civilians work hard to make money.

I really envy it!

This is the House of Stratholme, who rules nearly a quarter of the kingdom of Lordaeron and is trusted by the Minethil royal family. If it weren't for the royal family's desire to balance the Stratholme family a little and prevent one family from becoming dominant, there really would be nothing to do with the two of them.

As the 'fuse' that the Minahir family planted here, they didn't expect any good fruit to eat.

Feeling the envious gazes of the Scarlet Crusader knights behind him, Mograine glanced at them with 'disdain': "Hmph! That's all you have to offer? ”

The knights bowed their heads one after another, and just as they sighed 'incomparable', they suddenly heard the heavenly voice of their boss: "Since they are all bad seeds, then the 10 sets of Thurium armor and 50 sets of Mithril armor I knocked back this time are not your share?" ”

The knights' heads, which had just been lowered because of the poverty of their lords, immediately raised their heads.

There has been no territory expansion for two thousand years, and in this parallel world, the Mograini family with Fireplace Valley as a fiefdom, has such a large territory. No matter how good the knights are, they can't be sealed.

All the knights could get was the False Title and the heirloom of armor.

A set of superb armor with defensive power far superior to steel armor is definitely a treasure coveted by knights.

As soon as they heard of this reward, the hearts of the knights were on fire.

Mograini didn't whet their appetite either: "The battle has to be fought." Take down ten troll heads and kill the top ten, Ser Silver. Then the 11th to 60th place in battle, Mithril Armor! ”

"Oooo

Over there, Abydis' men were similar.

The two looked at the big dog on the high platform with a little emotion, and had an amazing similarity of thoughts - this kid is really good at being a man!

As everyone knows, you think someone will be a man, but in fact, someone thinks about how to lose......

This time, the king gave Mograini and the others a conscription order, and according to the rules, they had to bring their own equipment and horses. McDonald just provided food and grass for the guest army. In the end, give them the spoils, and it will be finished.

Everyone knows that rotten moss trolls are poor!

It was not easy for McDonald to find a flaw in the system: it could not give money directly, but it could give materials as a thank you gift. Finally defeated a batch of armor and went out. According to the market price, a set of Thorsilver armor is only 300 gold coins, and the Mithril armor is about 80 gold coins, which is already the limit.

In Mograini's opinion, this is the model of the aristocracy of conscience!

With this batch of thanks, he can rest assured that he can call on his cubs.

Just as McDonald was returning to his tent, the curtain had just been drawn, and Sir Serijek, who was the guard, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and exclaimed, "Who!? ”

This, of course, alarmed the two guards guarding the door.

However, embarrassingly, he asked inside the curtain, and the voice came from the top of the tent: "I'm sorry, I'm not malicious. ”

The sound of silver bells seems to tug at people's heartstrings with each character.

The first thing that catches McDonald's eye is a pair of perfectly curved long legs. One more point is too fat, and one point less is too thin.

Going up the blue-black leggings is a 23-inch waist that every human noblewoman often has to rely on to frenziedly corset, plus crazy dieting, and even at the cost of displacing her internal organs.

But further up, there is a pair of Wind Towers that are also quite famous in Silver Moon City, because of the perspective, the face that is so delicate that it is like a sculpture of a beautiful god is almost covered.

Aside from her long eyebrows and long, pointy ears, she looked like she was no different from a human.

It seems that she also found it a little inappropriate to look at people through the canyon, she jumped down lightly, and the supple silver-haired goddess spread out like a flower, which was very beautiful.

"Hello! First Meeting, Lord Madondon Stratholme! The elf's right hand lightly pressed her left shoulder, and her left hand was slightly spread away from the scabbard of the dagger at her waist, a ritual that showed that she had no ill will.

"Hello, long-time name, Your Excellency Winresa * Windrunner!" McDonald gently raised his right hand to tell his men not to act rashly.

"You know me?" The silver-haired elf was taken aback.

McDonald nodded slightly, then shrugged, "You High Elves are too long-lived. Lordaeron has changed dozens of generations of kings, and you are still the Sun King over there. So your big man information, we are all sandwiched on the family tree. ”

"Poof!" Wen Leisha burst out laughing, and the Wind Traveling Tower trembled, and finally stopped laughing: "This ...... It's really helpless. ”

It seems to be self-deprecating for the short life span of human beings, but in fact, this is another insinuation for the solidification of the social class of the High Elves, and the people below have no upward channel at all?

Of course, this kind of thing can't be tasted by Wen Leisa on the other side.

McDonald pursed his lips and pulled the curtain open: "Keeping guests at the door is not hospitality, please come in." ”

Wen Leisa was bold enough to go first. Serijek behind McDonald gave him a look, and immediately two guards followed, and after entering, they stood next to McDonalken together, and naturally there were new guards at the door.

Wen Leisa rarely looked at McDonald's eyes with a hint of appreciation, and the eyes of this young human nobleman had a clarity that was rarely seen.

At this point in time, the High Elves do not have a good relationship with humans: because of the damn arrogance of the High Elves, they always look down on humans who have a short lifespan and take advantage of them (many elves feel that humans have taken advantage of the troll war to cheat them out of the mysteries of magic). In addition, some nobles of Lordaeron played excessively, not only did they engage in gladiatorial arenas and throw the elves they secretly caught into the arena to fight, but they also had the habit of privately imprisoning beautiful elves as slaves.

If McDonald had dirty eyes, Winnesa would have to think about running away.

She could never have imagined the source of someone's clear eyes......

McDonald had already scolded in his heart: Your system, you did it on purpose! Would I rather than go back to Earth? Knowing that there are still emerald flowers in my hometown, you sent such a goblin to tempt me?

Phew!

Isn't it just a little fierce!

The face is a little prettier!

The legs are a little longer than the emerald flowers!

The skin is so good!

The shelf life of the face value is measured in millennia!

I, I, me...... I don't want to see such a girl!

……

Someone who couldn't speak was just 22 years old, the age of the flesh and blood, and considering the interstellar 404 regulations, someone who refused to admit that his DNA was moved came up with a brilliant idea:

[System, can you help me visually put a skin on Wen Leisha's animated character?] It's the kind of virtual idol that dynamically captures people's facial expressions and makes the faces of animated characters make corresponding expressions. 】

[Yes.] What form would the host want to replace the target Wen Leisa* Windranger with? 】

[Hexagonal warrior bar. Even the boobs are A's. 】