Stratholme God

Chapter 1113 Going back for sure (4 more)
Mai's level of protection is absolutely unmatched in the world, but unfortunately, he is too good at being a man. Once a girl attacks at night or something, he is guaranteed to have no defense around him.

Originally, McDonald was holding a Kalia brand pillow tonight.

Soft and slippery, you can rub it round or flatten it.

But falling asleep and falling asleep is wrong.

Not to mention that the pillow is gone, it looks more like a grandson monkey who met Tang Seng on his head, with a magic spell on it.

Deadly deadly!
Opening his tired eyelids and taking a single glance, McDonnell woke up with fright.

"Ah! You..."

"See Your Majesty!" Under the bright yellow magic light, McDonald, who was only wearing pajamas, was shocked to find that none of his restless vassals landed on the open space opposite his bed, kneeling on one knee , kneeling down.

Old Mograine, Abedis, Barov, Haas, Kael'thas, Arthas, Rivendell, Rillas*Windrunner, Fenna*Golden Sword, Braumux, Liad Lin...

In the front row is a high-ranking duke, who writes as an earl and reads as a duke. In the middle is the toolman Lor'themar, and the sisters of Windrunner, a low-level noble who was dubbed by someone casually. In addition, the duchess Maran Germany these surrenders.

In the last row are Mai's temporary guards who are not working.

Basically, except for the left-behind juniors, everyone who can arrive has arrived.

A bedroom of [-] square meters can't be considered small, because it's packed full of these guys.

The "Your Majesty" that Lao Mo took the lead in shouting, his voice was loud and full of energy, which scared Mai's drowsiness away on the spot.

His Majesty?

Playing again, there are always troublemakers who want to harm me?
No, wait, it seems, these bastards are playing for real.

When Mai came back to his senses, his eyes widened in astonishment.His pupil-shocking expression made several bosses in the front row secretly bark their teeth.

"Your Majesty!" Alsace and Kalia came out ahead of the crowd, took three steps forward, kowtowed in unison, and spoke official language in a cadenced voice.

This is actually the court language of ancient Lordaeron, and it is also a kind of common language of mankind, but the words and sentences are more gorgeous and have a certain peculiar charm.Generally speaking, only court activities such as royal sacrifices to ancestors will use this language that no one uses today.

The second idiot talked about it politely, and the translation is:

"Your Majesty, Terenas, the fallen Lich King, has now been put to death. A country cannot be without a king for a day. Since the Menethil royal family has cut off their blood, it should be McDonald Ken Strathol, the head of the Stratholme family with the most noble blood. Your Excellency will ascend to the throne of emperor and lead tens of millions of people in the Stratholme Federation!"

Let me tell you, McDonald's expression at that time was the word [囧].

The blood of the royal family was cut off, and the nonsense was so fresh and refined, he was also drunk.

To put it another way, McDonald would definitely send him a "Bah! Disgusting!"

It was Alsace who said this by accident.Their siblings publicly announced that they would sever their ties with the royal family of Menethil.Saying this at this time is to repeatedly emphasize his own declaration, and it is also to prove the legitimacy of McDonald's ascension to the throne.

It is not a shameless usurpation of the throne, but a voluntary abdication of the blood of the former royal family.

After Kalia and the Alsace siblings finished speaking, it was obvious that they had rehearsed countless times. Under the leadership of Lao Mo, the people in the room walked on their knees, took two steps forward, and shouted in unison:
"For the happiness of tens of millions of people in Stratholme! For the loyalty of all vassals, please ascend the throne!"

McDonnell's neck was like a rusty machine. He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked at the glass window not far away. The young man in the faint mirror image must have been wearing a golden crown.

This time it was Mai's turn to twitch the facial muscles.

There are obvious differences in styles between crowns and crowns, the biggest difference being size.

The shape and size of the crown generally recognized by Azeroth is similar to that of a laurel wreath, and it must not be too high.According to tradition, no family's crown is allowed to be larger than the crown of Emperor Thoradin unless they become emperor.

In the previous period of the Alliance of Seven Kingdoms, everyone's territory was not far behind. Who would recognize you as the emperor?
At this time, the thing on McDonald's head, especially the golden trident-like protrusion above the eyebrows, is obviously beyond the standard for the crown.

"Alas!" MacDonald's sigh made the hearts of the important ministers below thump, and they felt bad on the spot.

If not, McDonald casually took off the pure gold crown on his head, which he regarded as nondescript, and placed it beside the bed.

"The soldiers of the alliance are still fighting on the front line, and they are about to face the faceless man, the servant of the ancient god. You are doing this here, are you worthy of these comrades who are willing to sacrifice their lives?" Both have a little fever.

Old Mo bit the bullet, and spoke up the ancient Lordaeron language again, the translation is: "However, if the words are not correct, the name will not be correct..."

"That's enough! What if you leave your post without permission and gather together rashly, and you are taken over by the enemy? I don't want to see this happen again. If I see it, I will kill the other one." McDonald seemed The casual tone made the important ministers shrink back in fright.

His sharp eyes swept down, and none of the courtiers dared to look up or even glance at him.

The title of God of War in the Alliance was not conferred by others, but actually earned.

No one will forget.

McDonnell continued: "I understand your thoughts. I promise to seriously consider this matter. But this must be after defeating Yogg-Saron. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The important ministers kowtowed in unison.

"Go back!" McDonnell waved his hand like chasing away flies.

"Yes—" the important ministers saluted respectfully and retreated one by one.

Once outside, Abbendis asked in a low voice, "Did we mess up?"

"How come?" Count Barov smiled mysteriously.

Old Mograine also smiled: "As a strong wind element and the only god of war in the alliance, even if people around him put a crown on him, it is impossible not to wake up. What we have shown tonight is our attitude. His Majesty also said that his attitude."

Not far from the side, Kaizi and the second idiot seemed to understand what they heard, but they didn't know what was going on.

The former does not understand the rules of the game of human nobles, while the latter really does not understand.

The vassals left contentedly, and ran back to their territory through the portal overnight.

On Macdonald's side, he looked at a group of girls with low brows and pleasing eyes who were afraid of being scolded, and then at Kalia, who was brave and righteous, and was about to come up to be scolded. He suddenly smiled wryly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid." Cannibalism. I knew this day would come, but I just didn't think they were in such a hurry."

This is where the serious difference in understanding between traversers and natives lies.

If it wasn't for the inconvenience, McDonald wouldn't even want to be the duke.

But now his family has such a large territory and so many vassals, just like today, even if he doesn't want to be emperor, the younger brothers below will force him to be emperor.

(End of this chapter)