Stratholme God

  Chapter 307 It is impossible, so it is worth believing (2 more)

  The old man said:

"I am an ordinary freedman on a farm in Andorhal, and I have always been proud of my son as a heroic Lieutenant Colonel of the Alliance. Until one day, the orcs destroyed my hometown, and then my son was named a death knight. The identity of my father appeared before me. Today I am offering the remains of my ancestors just because I don't want my ancestors to crawl out of the ground and scare my sons and grandchildren. If this can give them an eternal rest, then How about this."

  Death Knight...The Alliance is no stranger to this term.

  The dead heroic soldiers turned into undead and stabbed their swords at their former comrades. This kind of thing is absolutely heart-wrenching.

   In the last war, many alliance soldiers knew about it, but everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention it.

   Everyone avoided the topic.

   Fortunately, this is not the norm.

   Only fairly powerful warriors, usually knights, can be transformed into death knights after death.

  In the orc camp, death knights are only a minority after all.

   Unexpectedly, this will gradually turn into a nightmare walking on the earth!

The lineup of    undead has been expanded. It is no longer limited to the knight class, and even innocent civilians can become undead that harm one side.

   This kind of thing is really hard for everyone to accept.

  Even though news of the undead has spread throughout the northern continent, there are reports of terrifying undead sightings everywhere.

   In addition to active human corpses, there are also various animal corpses.

   They have a rotting appearance and will attack any living creature.

  The reaction of most lords to this was numbness, letting it go, pretending not to hear or see, and even some guys had already secretly joined the curse sect.

   Only McDonald was the first to propose to clean up the corpse.

   After more and more people agreed, the Duke of Stratholme announced that he would purify the remains of his ancestors, hoping that their souls would be returned to the Great Sanctuary of Stratholme and become the people who guard this land by the heroic spirits.

The    ceremony was held quite grandly for three days.

   With the leadership of the lord, the decree was carried out smoothly.

  Two territories, bonfires and weeping people can be seen everywhere.

  In November, tens of millions of corpses of various types have been burned.

   "Knock knock." Alleria knocked on the door of McDonald's study.

   McDonald's looked away from the black smoke columns outside the city: "What's the matter?"

   "Master, do you have anything else to tell us?"

   "Why do you ask that?" McDonald looked at this elf beauty full of intelligence and maturity with a bit of astonishment.

   "This undead incident is going to be a big deal, probably to the extent that it swept the entire continent." Alleria sat upright on the chair in front of the desk for the guests, her eyes calm as water.

   "How do you judge?" McDonald's was a little surprised.

   "How much you value!"

"Oh?"

"In the last war, when the orcs were still in the Southern Continent, you had already built a fortress at your doorstep. You are always sensitive to crises! And in order to deal with crises, your preparations have always been cautious to the point of... um , almost to the point of morbidity."

  McDonald laughed dumbly: "Where did you see it?"

"You renovate the Andorhal Fortress, the Sodoril River Fortress, and deploy along the King's Road that traverses the east-west direction of the Andorhal territory. Prepare a lot of incendiary bombs, petrol bombs and holy water. Install flamethrowers for individual soldiers and chariots. . Clean up all the corpses that could become undead. This is not for the undead, but for whom?"

   "Oh." McDonald's noncommittal.

   His actions could not be concealed from any senior general with sufficient military knowledge.

"What I want to know most now is, where did the undead army you fear come from? What size is it. Also, did you see this from Nozdormu?" Alleria Standing up, pressing his hands on the desk, he forced him to look directly at McDonald's.

   McDonald's had to take his eyes off of him.

   "Probably, it will be the west side!"

   "Landing from the west coast of Tirisfal Glade? I don't know if Lordaeron City can hold it." Alleria said to herself.

Am I going to tell you that in history, Arthas himself exploded the thunder, slaughtered the entire city of Lordaeron from the inside, and then the undead army snowballed the entire continent. After enough tossing, it was because he persuaded Ner'zhul to have an accident , Get the **** out of the icy Northrend continent?

   McDonald's was silent, Alleria, who had been secretly watching her words, carefully judged whether her temptation was correct.

   She immediately and keenly realized that her guess might not be right.

   "Isn't it more than that? Or, will the undead army land in Quel'Thalas?" Big Sister Fengxian finally threw out her biggest worry.

   "I want to know too." Queen Xi's voice came.

"Me too."

  McDonald's turned his head and, as expected, saw the two familiar female figures on the windowsill.

   I didn't complain about why Windrunner didn't enter the door well. He always liked to come in through the window. McDonald stood up and walked to the wall where the map of the Eastern Kingdom continent was hung.

   "When winter comes, the window is broken. You can only use a piece of rag to resist the cold wind from the north. If there is a hole in the cloth, it can be patched. What if this is not a cloth, but a fishing net?"

  The three sisters were stunned.

  How to make up for this?

   Anyone with brains knows that it is best to get a new window.

  The person who can see the problem is part of the fishing net?

   This is like a dead end!

   Not only of Lordaeron, but of Quel'Thalas. The three sisters had a general hunch that this time the hometown of the high elves would probably suffer again.

   Last time, McDonald's held it, what about this time?

   Seeing McDonald's appearance as an enemy, they couldn't help but get nervous.

   Moreover, their current embarrassing status is the biggest problem - in the eyes of Silvermoon City's compatriots, they are already big traitors mixed with humans. By attracting orcs, trying to gain a higher status.

   That kind of entanglement and helplessness deeply eroded their hearts.

McDonald's felt the same way. Above them was the Sun King occupying the puddle and not shitting. At this point in time, there was a guy on his head who was still trying to follow the old ways, crazy to play with black science and court politics. A balanced old man.

   He also has a kind of suffocation that has nowhere to go.

  If he was the king of Lordaeron, how could he be so troublesome, and he would not be able to find a single cursed cultist who guaranteed to get all the five provinces in place.

   He will never have the chance to be the king of Lordaeron in this life. Since he wants to protect the two fools, he will definitely protect it to the end.

   McDonald's spoke, and the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth gave people a taste of hope, which made the hearts of the whole room tremble for some reason.

   "I didn't come back to this world to fail."

   "The feet are in the mud, and the head never droops."

   "It's impossible, so it's worth believing!"

   (end of this chapter)