NOVEL WEB Stratholme God
Chapter 34 Never wake up those who pretend to be asleep
Chapter 34 Never wake up those who pretend to be asleep
The history that someone is familiar with has undergone another subtle shift.
Historically, Bolvar Fordragan really stepped onto the big stage of the Azeroth world, and it would take until after the Second Dark Portal War.
There was no one in the Kingdom of Stormwind, so it was his turn to be the regent. When he attacked the Gate of Wrath, he was injured by the plague gas, purified by the flames of the Red Dragon Queen, and never died.However, after he was taken away by the Lich King, he unexpectedly endured a soul torture that the paladins such as Serijek had never endured, and did not become a death knight.He insisted on his original intention, and finally, driven by fate, in order to guard against the evil from the dead world, he voluntarily became the most useless and unworthy Lich King.
To be fair, no matter whether it is civil or military, Bolvar is not bad. The only thing that can be praised is his absolute loyalty to the Kingdom of Stormwind, as well as his unimaginable endurance.
McDonald's impression of him is more focused on the [Tianzi No. [-] Loyal] and [Super Sandbag].
Even so, McDonald's really hoped that he had such a loyal subordinate.Unlike him, the N future apocalypse knights under his command, regardless of whether they are two or five children, at least the bones are not hard enough.
MacDonald, along with the other bigwigs, carefully scrutinized the ordinary-looking His Excellency the Duke.
A typical warrior image, with deep and rough facial features, impressive brown-red hair with ears, and a rather muscular figure.
Many people noticed that the armor he wore was full of shocking holes.The most exaggerated one, from the left shoulder all the way to the collarbone, the triangular break can put down a baby's fist.
He was dusty, and even his cloak was a little dirty.
This made the nobles present very disgusted.
Walking up, Bolvar bowed deeply: "Good day, Your Majesty Terenas Menethil, the great King of Lordaeron. Good day, my honorable lords. I am Furdragon, Duke of Stormwind. This time I come here. , I hope to be able to personally describe a terrible foreign invasion that affects the survival of the Seven Kingdoms..."
He began to vividly describe the terrifying enemies encountered by the Stormwind Kingdom-they have weird green skin, are often over 7 feet (2.13 meters) tall, are powerful, brutal, and indiscriminately kill human civilians, and some even eat people. habit.
And then those terrifying greenskins had taken down most of Stormwind's kingdom.
Having said that, Duke Andorhal, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, yawned.
Andorhal in this world is not a small town, it is a big city located in the center of the kingdom, connecting the east and west.Not as good as Lordaeron and Stratholme, with a population of fifty thousand.
As an important grain-producing area in Lordaeron, Andorhal Territory, the Duke of Andorhal can be said to be fat, um, fat in various senses.
"Hoo! It's ridiculous! Stormwind Kingdom is so useless, has a duke visited in person to cover up his incompetence in losing to the trolls?" Glancing at McDonald's, "Please, there is a limit to incompetence. Any 16-year-old boy from Lordaeron can destroy a troll clan."
McDonald's dared to bet a dime, that the fat pig on the opposite side would definitely dislike him, McDonald's.
Speaking of which, as long as it is a duke, it is really not pleasing to the eyes of anyone.
Because the fief is the land that has been sealed out, unless he commits some unreasonable treason, the king has no right to take the fief back.At most, let this generation of dukes get out of the way and retire, and let him smash it up.
The hereditary real power in this country makes the dukes unscrupulous.
Of course, it's one thing to hate McDonald's. In front of outsiders, at least you have to be consistent with the outside world.
Bolvar was a little stunned. He had just arrived in Lordaeron and had not received any new news.
It was Terenas who said, "My most loyal and reliable Duke Macdonald Stratholme, just two weeks ago, completely wiped out the troll Rotmoss clan entrenched in Zumashal, beheading two thousand people."
"Uh, congratulations." Bolvar was a good guy after all. Although he didn't think killing two thousand trolls was not that great, it at least made him look at McDonald's temporarily.
But the topic cannot be taken too far.
Bolvar argued: "Are you the Duke of Andorhal?"
"Yes." The big fat pig snorted coldly.
"No king would ever admit to being an enemy who occupied half of his family. It really wasn't a troll, it was a completely new race. If possible, I would like to present one of their corpses."
Despite the disgusted expressions of most of the nobles, King Terenas agreed and let the imperial mages and guards arrange it.
Soon, looking at the burly figure sealed in the ice coffin by the ice magic, all the bosses of Lordaeron finally showed a puzzled expression.
This typical orc corpse is actually very convincing.
At first glance, it is very different from the slender hunchback of the troll.The tendon on the orc's arm is comparable to the troll's thigh, as well as the well-developed chest muscles and strong waist, which is different from the troll who likes to hunchback.
Anyone with a bit of common sense will realize that this and a troll are two different creatures.
But this world!
The less trouble, the better.
Is it not fragrant to be drunk every day, have a party, and tease the maid?
"This is the troll! Don't think I can't see it, this is the big man in the troll, what is it called that fanatic?" Duke Andorhal opened his eyes and said nonsense.
"It's a brute," said the other duke, half-informed.
"Hey, I've seen bigger ones to hit with ballistas. But there aren't many trolls like that, not even one in a thousand."
There was a commotion in the hall, and the dukes and earls were chattering about the trolls.
Bolvar is an honest man. He has never been a Zhuge Liang who fights with Confucian scholars. As he talks, he begins to despair.
He is not stupid, he realizes that he will never wake up a group of people who are pretending to be asleep on purpose.
He knew very well that to deal with that terrifying green tide, it would be impossible not to mobilize 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 - very simple, this has not hit Lordaeron!Then, what does the life and death of your Stormwind Kingdom have to do with me in Lordaeron?Do you want me to subsidize money to cross the sea of thousands of miles, and labor and teachers to go on an expedition to help restore the Kingdom of Stormwind?Isn't it fragrant that I guard my fertile fief?Is it worth going to your wild land?
This is the contempt chain.
As the strongest human kingdom, not to mention the nobles of other countries, even the kings of other countries, these lords may not look down on them.Since it's not good, what can I do for you?Just pretend that you can't see it.
The messenger of Stormwind Kingdom had been here a few times before, but it was not an empty request for help. If you asked for this or that, there was absolutely no return.
Bovar argued for a long time, his lips were dry, and he didn't convince half of them.
"Duke Fordragon, you have come a long way and you have worked hard. Rest first. We will discuss it behind closed doors. Perhaps, you can also go to the noble salon and state the difficulties of your country." Terenas's attitude was obvious. , it is impossible for me to agree to support Stormwind Kingdom in an official capacity, but you can go to the people to take advantage of it.
Despair was written all over Bolvar's face, and he didn't even know how he got out of the chamber.
Failed again!
How can I be worthy of my comrades who are still fighting bloody domestically! ?
no!Even if I cry and beg, I will fight for the survival of Stormwind Kingdom!
Just when Bolvar, who had made up his mind, was about to put down his dignity as a noble and go to the salon to spread the orc invasion, he and his entourage were suddenly stopped by a man dressed as a knight.
"Hello, Duke of Fordragon. I'm Baron Serriek, a vassal of the Duke of Stratholme. Our lord is very interested in learning about the south. Do you have time to meet with my lord? "
(End of this chapter)
The history that someone is familiar with has undergone another subtle shift.
Historically, Bolvar Fordragan really stepped onto the big stage of the Azeroth world, and it would take until after the Second Dark Portal War.
There was no one in the Kingdom of Stormwind, so it was his turn to be the regent. When he attacked the Gate of Wrath, he was injured by the plague gas, purified by the flames of the Red Dragon Queen, and never died.However, after he was taken away by the Lich King, he unexpectedly endured a soul torture that the paladins such as Serijek had never endured, and did not become a death knight.He insisted on his original intention, and finally, driven by fate, in order to guard against the evil from the dead world, he voluntarily became the most useless and unworthy Lich King.
To be fair, no matter whether it is civil or military, Bolvar is not bad. The only thing that can be praised is his absolute loyalty to the Kingdom of Stormwind, as well as his unimaginable endurance.
McDonald's impression of him is more focused on the [Tianzi No. [-] Loyal] and [Super Sandbag].
Even so, McDonald's really hoped that he had such a loyal subordinate.Unlike him, the N future apocalypse knights under his command, regardless of whether they are two or five children, at least the bones are not hard enough.
MacDonald, along with the other bigwigs, carefully scrutinized the ordinary-looking His Excellency the Duke.
A typical warrior image, with deep and rough facial features, impressive brown-red hair with ears, and a rather muscular figure.
Many people noticed that the armor he wore was full of shocking holes.The most exaggerated one, from the left shoulder all the way to the collarbone, the triangular break can put down a baby's fist.
He was dusty, and even his cloak was a little dirty.
This made the nobles present very disgusted.
Walking up, Bolvar bowed deeply: "Good day, Your Majesty Terenas Menethil, the great King of Lordaeron. Good day, my honorable lords. I am Furdragon, Duke of Stormwind. This time I come here. , I hope to be able to personally describe a terrible foreign invasion that affects the survival of the Seven Kingdoms..."
He began to vividly describe the terrifying enemies encountered by the Stormwind Kingdom-they have weird green skin, are often over 7 feet (2.13 meters) tall, are powerful, brutal, and indiscriminately kill human civilians, and some even eat people. habit.
And then those terrifying greenskins had taken down most of Stormwind's kingdom.
Having said that, Duke Andorhal, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, yawned.
Andorhal in this world is not a small town, it is a big city located in the center of the kingdom, connecting the east and west.Not as good as Lordaeron and Stratholme, with a population of fifty thousand.
As an important grain-producing area in Lordaeron, Andorhal Territory, the Duke of Andorhal can be said to be fat, um, fat in various senses.
"Hoo! It's ridiculous! Stormwind Kingdom is so useless, has a duke visited in person to cover up his incompetence in losing to the trolls?" Glancing at McDonald's, "Please, there is a limit to incompetence. Any 16-year-old boy from Lordaeron can destroy a troll clan."
McDonald's dared to bet a dime, that the fat pig on the opposite side would definitely dislike him, McDonald's.
Speaking of which, as long as it is a duke, it is really not pleasing to the eyes of anyone.
Because the fief is the land that has been sealed out, unless he commits some unreasonable treason, the king has no right to take the fief back.At most, let this generation of dukes get out of the way and retire, and let him smash it up.
The hereditary real power in this country makes the dukes unscrupulous.
Of course, it's one thing to hate McDonald's. In front of outsiders, at least you have to be consistent with the outside world.
Bolvar was a little stunned. He had just arrived in Lordaeron and had not received any new news.
It was Terenas who said, "My most loyal and reliable Duke Macdonald Stratholme, just two weeks ago, completely wiped out the troll Rotmoss clan entrenched in Zumashal, beheading two thousand people."
"Uh, congratulations." Bolvar was a good guy after all. Although he didn't think killing two thousand trolls was not that great, it at least made him look at McDonald's temporarily.
But the topic cannot be taken too far.
Bolvar argued: "Are you the Duke of Andorhal?"
"Yes." The big fat pig snorted coldly.
"No king would ever admit to being an enemy who occupied half of his family. It really wasn't a troll, it was a completely new race. If possible, I would like to present one of their corpses."
Despite the disgusted expressions of most of the nobles, King Terenas agreed and let the imperial mages and guards arrange it.
Soon, looking at the burly figure sealed in the ice coffin by the ice magic, all the bosses of Lordaeron finally showed a puzzled expression.
This typical orc corpse is actually very convincing.
At first glance, it is very different from the slender hunchback of the troll.The tendon on the orc's arm is comparable to the troll's thigh, as well as the well-developed chest muscles and strong waist, which is different from the troll who likes to hunchback.
Anyone with a bit of common sense will realize that this and a troll are two different creatures.
But this world!
The less trouble, the better.
Is it not fragrant to be drunk every day, have a party, and tease the maid?
"This is the troll! Don't think I can't see it, this is the big man in the troll, what is it called that fanatic?" Duke Andorhal opened his eyes and said nonsense.
"It's a brute," said the other duke, half-informed.
"Hey, I've seen bigger ones to hit with ballistas. But there aren't many trolls like that, not even one in a thousand."
There was a commotion in the hall, and the dukes and earls were chattering about the trolls.
Bolvar is an honest man. He has never been a Zhuge Liang who fights with Confucian scholars. As he talks, he begins to despair.
He is not stupid, he realizes that he will never wake up a group of people who are pretending to be asleep on purpose.
He knew very well that to deal with that terrifying green tide, it would be impossible not to mobilize 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 - very simple, this has not hit Lordaeron!Then, what does the life and death of your Stormwind Kingdom have to do with me in Lordaeron?Do you want me to subsidize money to cross the sea of thousands of miles, and labor and teachers to go on an expedition to help restore the Kingdom of Stormwind?Isn't it fragrant that I guard my fertile fief?Is it worth going to your wild land?
This is the contempt chain.
As the strongest human kingdom, not to mention the nobles of other countries, even the kings of other countries, these lords may not look down on them.Since it's not good, what can I do for you?Just pretend that you can't see it.
The messenger of Stormwind Kingdom had been here a few times before, but it was not an empty request for help. If you asked for this or that, there was absolutely no return.
Bovar argued for a long time, his lips were dry, and he didn't convince half of them.
"Duke Fordragon, you have come a long way and you have worked hard. Rest first. We will discuss it behind closed doors. Perhaps, you can also go to the noble salon and state the difficulties of your country." Terenas's attitude was obvious. , it is impossible for me to agree to support Stormwind Kingdom in an official capacity, but you can go to the people to take advantage of it.
Despair was written all over Bolvar's face, and he didn't even know how he got out of the chamber.
Failed again!
How can I be worthy of my comrades who are still fighting bloody domestically! ?
no!Even if I cry and beg, I will fight for the survival of Stormwind Kingdom!
Just when Bolvar, who had made up his mind, was about to put down his dignity as a noble and go to the salon to spread the orc invasion, he and his entourage were suddenly stopped by a man dressed as a knight.
"Hello, Duke of Fordragon. I'm Baron Serriek, a vassal of the Duke of Stratholme. Our lord is very interested in learning about the south. Do you have time to meet with my lord? "
(End of this chapter)
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