Stratholme God

   Chapter 147 Please hurry up

   "Uh." Don't say it, McDonald's was really touched.

   Never mind that Terenas has made so many wise decisions in history, and then he has been stunned for selfishness or other reasons. At least he was really good for Lordaeron. For a king, he is a wise king.

   "Your Majesty, I will do what I can."

   "Okay, you go!"

Seeing that McDonald's back was blocked by the door of the study, Terenas's eyes became tangled: "Stinky boy, if you are not so capable, and you are the grand duke who is directly loyal to me, you are the only one who ruined Arsa. Shit, I should have killed you a thousand times. Alas! Why do you make me love and hate so much?"

   Terenas looked at his hands that were like dry bark: "If only I could be thirty, no, even ten years younger. That way I don't have to worry about Arthas' failure."

   Just when McDonald was thinking about whether it was time for the Northern Expedition or not, as soon as he left the palace, he saw such a beautiful pair of long legs, stunned and slipped into his carriage.

   Don't even need to look at Waniang's reaction, McDonald's knows who it is by that leg.

  Veresa grabbed his hand, and her voice was full of crying: "McDonald, save my brother Liras, he was caught by the orcs and is about to be sacrificed."

   McDonald: "…"

   One makes me fast, the other makes me stubborn, I am too difficult.

Veresa said excitedly: "I, my parents just died! The eldest sister and the second sister have the responsibility of guarding Silvermoon City and can't leave at all. Once Liras dies, our family will be extinct! I know this is an excessive requirement, Help me, I'm willing to do anything!"

   If you say so, I will not be sleepy anymore.

  Cough! Get it wrong!

  My righteousness, Bo Yuntian McDonald, will never covet your beauty!

   This is what McDonald said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

  Anyway, Mai is an elite who has gone through the special training of countless teachers such as Mr. Fukada, so he won't be unable to move his legs when he sees a beautiful woman.

   That's right, men who talk in pants are so tough!

   Even if the **** system has another mission, whether to accept it or not, it's up to McDonald's to decide.

  To be reasonable, there are too few places to lose a family with long ears. These guys with eyes above the top don't look down on someone's stinky money at all. From a prodigal point of view, they are not as good as the refugees of Stormwind.

  In theory, Mai can kill all the elites he has cultivated and pay a wave of pensions, but this is too **** up. Why should I go to my own hands to save Long Ears?

   Here, when Waniang saw that McDonald wouldn't speak, she was already struggling. Her position is also a bit bad, if McDonald's wants her to expel her countrymen, what is she going to do?

   McDonald's spoke, and Veresa's heart sank with every word she said.

"Veresa, we are old friends, you should know that. Public is public, private is private. Before I became your friend, I was the Duke of Lordaeron, the major general of the Alliance, with 200,000 generals in hand, The lives and deaths of two million people."

   "Well, I... understand!" Veresa's voice dropped.

   "You should know the overall situation of the alliance. The main force of Lordaeron and the main force of Dalaran are preparing to attack the army of 300,000 orcs in Silverpine Forest. And I am the commander-in-chief of the only mobile force in the hands of the Lordaeron Alliance."

   "Hmm." Veresa held McDonald's hand, obviously stiff.

   "If the Stratholme Front is defeated, or even counterattacked into Stratholme, Lordaeron will lose the last grain production area and the rear. The whole battle is likely to collapse. Do you understand?"

   Every sentence is true, and every sentence is so heavy that Veresa can't breathe. Neither she nor Valeera could refute.

Veresa's face and red lips were turning pale, and her slender fingers that were getting colder began to become stiff. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that McDonald's hand was no longer a hand, but hers. And the last straw for the sisters, let go, is the extinct heir of the Windrunner family!

   She trembled, and could only stare at the young human with pleading eyes, squirming her mouth, but could not utter a word.

   is like a prisoner waiting for judgment, waiting for the words of judgment spit out from the tiger's lips.

   "I understand your difficulties. I also hope you understand that by doing this, you are making me suffer."

   Hearing this, despite being uncomfortable, Veresa's eyes once again had a look of hope.

   He didn't refuse?

   McDonald's he did not refuse! ?

   So, is there hope?

   Veresa couldn't control herself and her breathing became short.

   She was like a fish caught in the water, her lips were opening and closing quickly uncontrollably.

"As an old friend, I will send my most elite commandos to try. But I must stress that I cannot guarantee the result! And no matter what the result of saving lives, the extra battle damage, loss of life and the corresponding cost must be It's up to you Windrunners." MacDonald's low voice sounded like heavenly sounds in Veresa's ears.

   At this moment, the beautiful face that looked like a hundred flowers in full bloom was already full of tears.

What a nice view!

   Such beautiful tears are like dew on flowers in early spring.

   Not to mention Veresa, even Wanian smiled happily, and the face towel couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her eyes.

   "Yeah! We will! We Windrunners are willing to pay any price for Liras!" Veresa smiled, and then stuck to McDonald's: "By the way, are your commandos very powerful?"

   "Of course! The [Trident] Legion is the pride of our Stratholme family!"

   "That's right, your [Barbatos Air Troop] is also very powerful, but it's a bit weird." Veresa didn't know what to say, and some soldiers of the Air Troop were drooling at the long legs of the elves all day.

  Fortunately, McDonald didn't plan to fool Veresa here, and immediately arranged for the Griffon team to urgently send them to Stratholme.

   Almost that afternoon, a fierce and empty battle started.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  In the orc camp opposite the Northland Fortress, the troll in charge of monitoring saw a scene that he will never forget. The humans started attacking without warning.

   The straight smoke rushes high into the sky from the top of the city, draws an extremely exaggerated large arc parabola, crosses the steep U-shaped mountain road, and falls accurately above the camp.

  This fortress with a style similar to Orgrimmar, the main city of the orcs of later generations, was immediately destroyed.

  The time is too short, just the city wall built by the hard workers and the superstructure of the wooden structure cannot withstand the bombardment of the mortar.

   Every moment the high-explosive bomb exploded, there were large pieces of wood **** and orc corpses, which burst out like building blocks that were kicked to pieces.

   This scene deeply shocked Veresa, who was watching the battle while riding on the griffin.

  Although she knew very well that such a long-range attack with a high elevation angle would not have any effect on Silvermoon City, which had a magical shield, she still felt astonished as if she had washed her soul so easily.

   (end of this chapter)