If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

This is the royal palace of the Minethil family, and of course Terenus knows that it is the demon Mai who has poured ecstasy soup on the great lords.

Even so, Terenus had to pinch his nose and admit it.

No amount of hearsay can be as shocking as an orc actually killing a guard in front of him. Terenus watched as half of the young guard's body was brutally broken in half by a large iron pipe.

The iron lamppost sliced through the guard's leather shoulder armor like a great sword, burst the collarbone, and then smashed the ribs and entrails in half like a dead twig.

That's the ultimate in power!

Terenus was also a great sword master level fierce man when he was young, and if he was thirty years younger and gave him a great sword, he could do it without [anger] and only with arm strength and skill.

Because of this, he completely changed his wait-and-see attitude and actively promoted the war.

It's just that McDonalken, as a promoter, is too powerful, and Terenus is a little scared.

He quickly settled down: "Good! Since my loyal vassals are all right, let's start preparing for war. This is a great battle involving the survival of two races. I hope that within three months, each duke will have at least 5,000 professional soldiers, and at least 20,000 trained militiamen! According to the needs of the war, this number is likely to double in half a year! ”

Terenas emphasized: "Remember! I want soldiers who can really fight, not rubbish like the orcs who were killed by the orcs at the gates of the palace that day! Whoever gets some rubbish here, in case Lordaeron is really invaded, don't blame me for not caring about his territory. ”

As a king, he knew too well the virtues of the nobles below.

You don't care about them?

Not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled, you may be able to do it all for the scarecrows in the army.

In the original 'history', the seven kingdoms of mankind were all beaten into dogs. The extinguished is extinguished, and the remnant is remnant.

Well, now that there is such a thing as the blood-spattered palace, at least the great nobles have deeply seen the power of the berserk version of the orcs, firstly, there is no longer a fluke in their hearts, and secondly, there is a certain man surnamed Mai to lure them.

The nobles were in a commotion for a while, and then accepted it in a daze.

It's just that everyone glanced at Mai, who was a guest 'chancellor of the exchequer', and received a nod in response like a chicken pecking rice, and everyone felt a little more at ease.

The meeting was messy, but the result was relatively smooth.

In addition to the national mobilization, a series of resolutions were unanimously adopted, including:

Initiating an alliance with the remaining five kingdoms to fight the orcs;

Send high-profile observers (a few daring low-level nobles) to the Stormwind Kingdom to gain first-hand information;

The nobles voluntarily (Terenus extorted one by one) to provide a certain amount of gold in supplies to urgently support the Stormwind Kingdom;

Send out a large team of adventurers to survive and capture more orc captives for the new recruits to courage.

……

Originally, because of interests, endless quarrels and quarrels, because of a bloody incident and a hero, a near-perfect solution was obtained.

As the evening approached, an agreement was finally reached, and the nobles, whether sincere or false, all raised their glasses in celebratory joy on the surface.

Only McDonald knew that he didn't want to sleep tonight.

As soon as he returned to the Duke's Palace, he saw the Duke of Vortagan come up and give a cursory talk about Lordaeron's policy changes, and Bowval had an ecstatic expression on his face.

"Thank you so much! You are our eternal friend in the Stormwind Kingdom! ”

Friends are exempt, can I join you when my house Stratholme City hits the streets?

The Red Ridge Mountains are too poor, the Sad Swamp is too sad, the Night Forest is too ghostly, or the Western Wilderness will send me?

Of course, these words can only be taken to heart.

When McDonald's words came to his lips, he became: "If Lordaeron doesn't wake up, everyone will die together." Saving you is only saving myself. ”

The truth is true, why is the whole Lordaeron just one person who understands McDonald?

Bowval trembled with excitement, stared at McDonalken with both eyes, and then pressed his hands on his shoulders: "I and the entire Stormwind Kingdom owe you!" In the future, as long as you don't call me to rebel against the Stormwind Kingdom, I will listen to you for everything. ”

For honest people, this is already the maximum commitment.

McDonald patted the outside of Boval's thick arm: "You go back first." Don't come here if you're okay for the past three days. And don't get your hopes up, Lordaeron won't be able to send troops in less than half a year. ”

Bowall's mouth squirmed, but he didn't speak.

There is a way, and the military mobilization capacity of the feudal system is so wasted.

Sure enough, McDonald rushed to finish dinner, and one by one the Grand Dukes were killed.

Basically, it starts with "McDonald, I was XXXX with your dad back then", and then after a long time, he expressed his hope to buy a batch of equipment at a low price.

A country that has not had a major war for at least a thousand years, how sparsely armed it is, I really imagine how well it is.

All kinds of iron weapons and armor are rotten in warehouses, they are resold in deficits, and things are left in a mess and don't know where to go.

The nobles who can come here now are already a little forced on their own family, at least they know that their armory is equal to a scrap iron yard.

The most unreliable are the ones that haven't come yet.

In terms of wealth, it must be the Silver Pine Forest, the Tirisfa Forest, and the southern part of the Andohar Territory. After all, in times of peace, of course, grain is better to sell than minerals.

When the war was fought, it turned around, and the one who had the mine in his hand was the uncle.

Most of the high-grade mines in Lordaeron are in the Fireplace Valley on the back of the Andorhar Territory, and in the Stratholme Territory of McDonald, where the largest production is in the McDonald Territory.

Everyone is mentally prepared to give McDonald a hard shot, who knows.

"No problem, I'll give you 100 tons of silver ingots at the market price at the beginning of this year. Craftsman? I don't even have enough of it myself. McDonald's statement moved several waves of bigwigs in a row to the point that they were about to run out of their noses.

Great man!

I don't know......

McDonald muttered: "If I really sell you at a high price, how many years and months will I lose my family!?" ”

Near midnight, another big guy came to the door.

"Welcome, Duke of Andorhal. Why, do you want to order silver ingots too? ”

This golden curly-haired white pig dressed in luxurious human clothes, with facial features as if it could squeeze out oil at any time, spread out its big hands with stubby fingers as soon as he sat down.

"Humph! Don't pretend to be garlic! I know it's my family's Ritter Planck's fault! But you didn't say a word and just took my White Cross Gladiatorial Arena away, isn't it too much? ”

Meow Meow Meow ???

The atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse!

I've seen it horizontal, but I've never seen it so horizontal.

Seeing that McDondon didn't speak, the big fat pig continued to say in an old-fashioned manner: "Boy. Don't be too desperate. The grudge between the big families is not easy to resolve once it is settled. Of course I know that this is what the king gave you. But if you take it, you are an enemy of House Andohar. It's not a year and a half, it's probably a big event for you and my children and grandchildren in a hundred generations, can you afford to take this responsibility? ”

McDonald was stunned for a moment, really angry.

I'm a dignified Maiseon, and I'm the representative of [One Family Portrait] in this world, and I'm afraid of you, the pig?

You really didn't think about what Andohar would become, did you?

A guy like you, you can't live more than half an episode, cough cough, 50,000 words!

McDonald's suddenly retracted all its expressions, and [Breaking Army Roar] was arranged!

"Get out—"