Hearing Bowall's questioning, a kind of sorrow that is greater than the death of the heart wells up in my heart.

At this moment, all the signs of bad luck turned into misery, and they were all piled up on McDonald's delicate face, which was still beautiful.

Boval was in a trance, he never thought that such a vicissitudes of life expression would appear on the face of a young man who was only 16 years old.

It's the secret room, and Madonald doesn't mind showing his feelings.

He turned his back at 45 degrees, and a sincere tear of sorrow slid down his cheek silently, bringing out an endless sense of embarrassment.

"Bolvar, my old friend. What do you mean by that - I, a 16-year-old duke, can calculate that all nobles refuse to send private soldiers? Accurately calculated, nearly two hundred wastes at the palace gate, and the royal guards couldn't withstand the charge of 30 orcs? Or are those crazy orcs able to kill more than eighty nobles in one go, but they don't damage the core people in the slightest? Or did I count that I could save Kalia and Arthas? ”

Every question is a torture of reason.

The self-deprecating tone, obviously every word was a sign of weakness, but Bolval was like being whipped by the soul, and his momentum was weak and weak, and his conscience no longer allowed him to continue to ask McDonald.

"I'm sorry, S...... Brother McDonald. I've seen so many cruel and despicable things that I'm already a little allergic. ”

McDonald breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand, I hope that every good person in this world can be treated gently." ”

His words simply subverted all of Bolval's perceptions of him.

Bolval was silent.

McDonaln patted Berval on the shoulder: "It's a tragedy. I only hope that this little man-made disaster will really wake up the sleeping lion of Lordaeron. ”

"I hope so."

Bolval didn't stay long, he left the Duke's Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse,

As soon as he entered the room, he looked into the shadow in the corner: "What do you think, Ms. Shore?" ”

Pasonia Shore emerged from the shadows, bowed and said, "Half-truths." ”

"Tell me about it."

"The super-professional spy idea of using a horse-drawn carriage accident and the destruction of septic tanks to force a slave convoy to reroute seemingly unintentionally is beyond the imagination of my subordinates and the rest of the agents."

Of course, Pasonia won't know, but any young man who watches a lot of action movies and imported spy movies in the Celestial Dynasty will have these tricks. What "Mission Impossible", Dute Meow is a textbook.

She changed her words: "But the subordinates think it's excusable." ”

"Oh?"

"The Stratholme family is almost wiped out, and there is only one McDonald left in the lineage. My subordinates have checked, and although there is no absolute evidence, I found that there is something strange about the death of the former old duke. And a few months ago, McDonald was critically ill, rumored to be unwell due to excessive drinking. But as soon as he recovered from his illness, he fired all his beautiful maids and got very close to Archbishop Fao of the Church of the Light. ”

Assassinate!?

Is this being assassinated too much, all have experience?

Boval's breath froze.

Seize the heir, as big as the throne, as small as a small knight leader, there will always be similar filths throughout the ages.

He is an upright person, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know this kind of thing at all, and then thinking of someone's age, in the end, all the incomprehension and suspicion of the past turned into a sigh: "It's not easy for McDonald!" ”

Last night's palace massacre is still unfolding.

There is no way to hide such a big thing when it happens in the street, even if it is true, if it is publicly announced that it is 'the orc slaves ran away and rushed to the palace to kill' or something, the face of the kingdom of Lordaeron will be lost.

Contrary to the previous delay, the royal family did not discuss with the major lords at all, and directly announced: Last night, 30 top orc assassins, disguised as slaves in the White Cross Gladiatorial Arena, infiltrated the city of Lordaeron in an attempt to attack and kill the king. At one point, he entered the palace and killed more than 80 nobles, causing more than 1,000 deaths and injuries.

Fortunately, a group of royal guards swore a bloody battle, plus the Duke of Stratholme and the priest of the Holy Light Church rushed to escort them as soon as possible, so the king, prince and princess were safe.

In front of each bulletin board, the tribune reads out the proclamation to the illiterate people:

"This is a provocation to the royal family of Lordaeron! A provocation to the entire kingdom of Lordaeron! It is a cruel declaration of conquest of all mankind! These green-skinned beasts have no mercy! Only killing! From the fifteen-year-old girl to the eighty-year-old man, their butcher knives did not spare anyone. Wake up, people of Lordaeron—"

As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar. It is conceivable that the news will spread across the country in just a few days.

While the people were talking, the thunderous wrath of Terenus was still spreading in the palace chamber.

Every gray hairwhisker of the old king's chin seemed to be a living thing, twisting and writhing like a viper, staring fiercely at each duke, marquis, and count, and he excitedly brandished the king's scepter and struck the armrest of the throne with a clatter.

"You've seen the horror of those green-skinned monsters! The Stormwind Kingdom is running out! Intelligence says those beasts can build ships! Destroy the Storm Kingdom, and the next one is the Northern Continent! What are you waiting for? Either they die or we die! Prepare for battle! The whole country must immediately enter a state of readiness! I will immediately notify the kings and heads of the other five kingdoms and call an urgent meeting! ”

Terenus roared on the throne as if he were tearing down the house, but the big guy below was struggling.

Everyone knows that the king has been slapped in the face and must be beaten back.

But the orcs are so poor that they jingle loudly, and looking at the intelligence, these guys use extremely primitive weapons - crude iron weapons are considered advanced, more of a big stick tied to a stone is a war hammer, and there is no armor, and if you can wear a beast skin, you can be considered the main soldier.

The major lords fought national wars in order to make a fortune, which was unprofitable, and they fought in vain.

Thinking about the soaring military expenses and the destined pension, the dukes frowned.

Terenus squirted saliva on top for a long time, and there was a field of resignation below.

finally stayed up until lunch, and everyone was sad.

In the dining room, where the king was not present, everyone gathered in twos and threes, chatting quietly.

Suddenly, McDonaln raised his wine glass high: "Hey, hey! Excellencies, can you listen to me? ”

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the new red man's face in the eyes of the king, and there were all kinds of looks.

Envy, jealousy, jealousy, hatred! Curious! Looking forward to it!

"First of all, I toast to my compatriots who have sacrificed! They are all pillars of our country...... "McDonalken is very good at being human, blowing a wave of dead ghosts first." No matter how ugly those middle and lower-class nobles died last night, they all became heroes in his deceitful mouth.

Then get to the point.

"Are you still worried about the fact that the orcs have no loot?" McDonald smiled mysteriously: "Please, the orcs themselves are the best trophies!" Think about it, those brute force green-skinned monsters fighting bloody battles in the gladiatorial arena...... Don't you think it's great? With these beasts, you don't have to worry about the lack of gladiators anymore. ”

As soon as McDonald said it, everyone was thrilled.

Duke Tirisfa's left eyelid jumped wildly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Orcs are hard to catch, right?" And not every orc is suitable to be a gladiator, right? ”

McDonald smirked: "The best orcs are naturally gladiators, and the rest ...... I, Strathol, have 144 Mithril and Thorium mines, and 800 people die every year, and the perennial operating rate is less than 30%. In this way, all orcs, whether old, weak, sick, disabled, women or children, as long as they are sent to me, 10 silver coins each, I will buy them in unlimited quantities! ”

"Really!?" The eyes of the big guys in the audience lit up!

Don't lie to me, I can catch a slave and catch you bankrupt!

"You have my promise! If you don't believe me, I'll advance 5,000 tons of silver ore to Lordaeron City as a deposit? ”

Come on, come on! Just come! Can make me lose all my family's wealth and count me losing!

In the afternoon meeting, Terenus was preparing to coerce and lure, who knew that it was like a fryer below, and the crowd was surging.

"For the good of mankind!"

"For the glory of Lordaeron!"

"War! Total War—"

Counts, marquises, and dukes showed their loyalty to the king with their thick red necks as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Terenus was stupefied - Nima, did these guys take the wrong medicine?