History, which is well known to someone, has undergone another subtle shift.

Historically, Bervar Vortagen really stepped onto the big stage of the world of Azeroth, and it was not until after the Second Battle of the Dark Gate.

There was really no one left in the Stormwind Kingdom, so it was his turn to be the regent, and he was injured by the plague gas during the attack on the Gate of Damnation, and was purified by the flames of the Red Dragon Queen, but he did not die. However, after he was taken away by the Lich King, he unexpectedly carried the soul torture that Serijek and other paladins had not carried, and did not become a death knight. He stayed true to his heart, and in the end, driven by fate, in order to guard against evil from the world of death, he volunteered to become the most wasteful and shameless Lich King.

To be reasonable, whether it is literary or martial, Bolval is not good, the only thing that can be praised is his absolute loyalty to the Stormwind Kingdom, and the unimaginable endurance of mortals.

McDonald's impression of him is more on the two points of [Tianzi No. 1 Loyal Minister] and [Super Sandbag].

Even so, McDonald would have liked to have such a loyal man. Unlike him, there are N future Apocalypse Knights under him, no matter whether they are two or five boys, at least the bones are not hard enough.

McDonald, along with the other bigwigs, carefully examined the ordinary-looking Duke.

A typical image of a warrior, with deep and rugged facial features, impressive ear-length brown-red hair, and a fairly muscular figure.

Many people noticed that the armor he wore was full of shocking holes. The most exaggerated of them all, the triangular cut that runs from the left shoulder to the collarbone, can hold a baby's fist.

He was dusty, and even his cloak was a little dirty.

This made the nobles present very disgusted.

Walking up, Berval bowed deeply: "Good day, Your Majesty Terenus Minethir, King of the Great Lordaeron." Good day, distinguished lords. I'm Vortagen, Duke of Stormwind. This time, I have come in the hope of personally describing a terrible foreign invasion that is related to the survival of the Seven Kingdoms......"

He began to paint pictures of the terrifying enemies that the Stormwind Kingdom had encountered—they had strange green skin, were often over 7 feet (2.13 meters) tall, powerful, and brutal, indiscriminately slaughtering human civilians, and some even had a habit of cannibalism.

And then those terrible greenskins have already laid down most of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Speaking of which, the Duke of Andorhar, who was sitting across from McDonald, yawned.

The world of Andorjar is not a small town, it is a large city located in the middle of the kingdom, connecting the east and west. Not as good as Lordaeron and Stratholme, with a population of 50,000.

As an important grain producing area in Lordaeron, the Duke of Andorhar can be described as fat and leaking, well, fat in every sense.

"Ho! It's ridiculous! The Stormwind Kingdom is so useless that it is already going to use a duke's personal visit to cover up its incompetence of losing to the trolls? The pot-bellied Grand Duke showed a disdainful look, and glanced at McDonaln unhappily: "Please, there is a limit to incompetence." Any 16-year-old furry boy in Lordaeron can wipe out a troll clan. ”

McDonald dared to bet with a dime that the fat pig opposite would definitely not even look good on him McDonald.

Speaking of which, as long as the duke, it is really unpleasant for anyone to look at in the bottom of his heart.

Because a fief is a fief that is enclosed, the king has no right to take back the fief unless he does something unreasonable and treasonous and other shocking evil. At most, let this generation of dukes retire and replace him.

This kind of hereditary power in China made the dukes unscrupulous.

Of course, it is one thing to scare McDonald's, in front of outsiders, at least unanimously to the outside world.

Bolval was a little confused, he had just arrived in Lordaeron City, and he had received no new news.

It was Terenus who spoke: "My most loyal and reliable Duke McDonald Stratholme, just half a month ago, completely wiped out the troll Rotten Moss clan entrenched in Zumashar and beheaded two thousand. ”

"Uh, congratulations." Bolval was a good guy after all, and although he didn't think it was a big deal to take out two thousand trolls, it at least made him look at McDonald for the time being.

But the topic can't be taken away.

Bowall argued, "You're the Duke of Andorhar, aren't you?" ”

"Yes." The big fat pig snorted coldly.

"No king would mistake an enemy who occupies half of his country. It really wasn't a troll, it was a whole new race that was completely different from the troll. If I could, I would like to present one of their bodies. ”

Despite the disgusted expressions of most of the nobles, King Terenus agreed, letting the mages and guards arrange for them.

Soon, looking at the burly figure sealed in the ice coffin by the ice magic, the Lordaeron bosses finally showed puzzled expressions.

This typical orc corpse is actually very convincing.

The hunchbacked posture of the troll's thin and slender body is very different at first glance. The tendons on the arms of orcs are comparable to the thighs of trolls, as well as the well-developed pectoral muscles and strong waists, which are different from those of trolls who like to hunchback.

Anyone with a little common sense will realize that these are two different creatures from trolls.

But this world!

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Isn't it fragrant to get drunk and dream of death every day, open the ground, and tease the maid?

"This is a troll! Don't think I can't see it, this is the big guy in the trolls, the fanatic or something? "The Duke of Andohar opened his eyes and told nonsense.

"It's a brute." The other duke said half-knowingly.

"Hey, I've seen bigger ones, and I'm going to use a ballista. But there aren't many of them among the trolls, not one in a thousand. ”

There was a commotion in the hall, and the dukes and counts were babbling about the trolls.

Boval is an honest man, he has never been a Zhuge Liang who is a war-tongued Confucian, and as he spoke, he began to despair.

He's not stupid, and he's realized that he'll never be able to wake up a bunch of people who are deliberately pretending to be asleep.

He knew very well that to deal with that terrible green tide, it would not work without mobilizing the entire human world.

But these people in front of them can't see the imminent threat, they only see the interests of their own one-third of an acre of land - it's very simple, this hasn't hit Lordaeron yet! Then what does the life or death of your Stormwind Kingdom have to do with me, Lordaeron? Do you want me to send money to cross thousands of miles of sea and go on an expedition to help you restore the Stormwind Kingdom? Isn't it fragrant for me to guard my fertile fiefdom? Can you go to your wilderness?

That's the chain of contempt.

As the strongest human kingdom, not to mention the nobles of other countries, even the kings of other countries, these great lords may not be able to afford it. Since it's no good, what can I do for you? Just don't see it.

The envoys of the Storm Kingdom have been here a few times before, and which time is not an empty call for help, if you want this or that, you can't promise anything in return.

Bolval argued for a long time, his lips were dry, and he was stunned and didn't convince half of them.

"Duke Fotagen, you've worked hard all the way here, so let's rest first. Let's discuss it behind closed doors. Perhaps, you can also go to the aristocratic salon and state the difficulties of your country. "Terenus's attitude is obvious, it's impossible for me to agree to support the Stormwind Kingdom in my official capacity, but you can go to the people to find the wrongdoers.

Despair was written on Bowval's face, and he didn't even know how he had made his way out of the council chamber.

Failed again!

How can I be worthy of my comrades who are still fighting bloody battles in China!?

No way! Even if I cry and beg, I will fight for the survival of the Stormwind Kingdom!

Just as Bervar was about to put down his dignity as a nobleman and go to the salon to spread the news of the orc invasion, he and his entourage were suddenly stopped by a man dressed as a knight.

"Hello, Duke Vertagen. I am Baron Sérijek, a vassal of the Duke of Stratholme. My family is very interested in learning about the affairs of the south, I wonder if you will have time to meet with my family later? ”