Stratholme God

Chapter 425 Your Majesty, You Wake Up! ? (seeking subscription reward monthly pass)

Still such a delicate face, the angelic innocence has never disappeared from her face.With the bright blond hair reflecting the sun on the foil, even though she was surrounded by Bishop Alonsus Faol and a group of paladins, she still easily became the focus.

"Good day. Godfather! Kalia!" McDonnell walked over, bowed to the godfather, and then nodded to Kalia.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that this old bone of mine would return to Lordaeron City one day in my lifetime. It's okay, I'll just take a look." Alonsus is still the kind and kind old man, his health is not good Less, but still tough.The recovery of the city of Lordaeron was also an extremely important victory for the Church of the Holy Light, so it was only natural for him to come.

It's just that when he pulled the disciples a little further away, he obviously left space for the new disciple Kalia.

Kalia, who was wearing a priest's robe, blushed immediately, and leaned against the broken wall, not daring to look up at anyone.

My godfather took the lead to disperse, even if McDonald was stared at by Liadrin, he could only make gestures to make his followers, including her and Wa Niang, disperse ten meters away.

Although the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Kalia still raised her head vigorously and pouted her small mouth lightly.

"Remember this place?"

McDonnell glanced around with tingling scalp, searching for the memory of the dead ghost before, he really didn't remember.

Kalia didn't show a disappointed expression: "It's normal if you don't remember. You were only 10 years old at the time. You thought the flowers were beautiful, so you said you wanted to plant flowers. Then, throw the seeds to me, and you ran to the salon. Finally I'm the only one left here to take care of the flowers."

"..."

This...even if that little brat starts to mess up and then abandons him, it's not what I, McDonald, would do!

What can a ten-year-old do?
Although McDonald had a lot of complaints in his heart, the words became simple: "Sorry, I ruined your memory."

Kalia stood up, turned around, gently put her hands behind her back, and circled around these flowers and plants that had long been withered by the breath of death.

"There is no immortal kingship in this world. Master Fao told me so. It's just that it happened to be my generation. Since the father chose the evil eternal life, our siblings chose freedom. This is the result. I will regret it , but I don’t regret it. McDonald, you don’t need to comfort me...really!”

Without that sad look in her eyes, Kalia was only indifferent.

"You'll be fine."

As soon as McDonnell finished speaking, Calia looked at him sideways: "You have really changed a lot. Alsace too. Sure enough, responsibility can make a boy grow into a man quickly."

Having said that, Kalia made a small jump and jumped in front of McDonnell, looking directly at him with aqua blue eyes, and their faces were getting closer and closer.

"What?" McDonnell always had a sense of entanglement with Kalia.

If before, he refused to touch Kalia because he was worried that he would be dragged down by the royal family of Menethil.Now he felt a little sorry for Kalia.

The country is ruined and the family is destroyed!

As a vassal, he is more or less responsible.

"I..." Kalia stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her. He and her were once so close, just a little bit away, and they became husband and wife, as if separated by such a thin layer. Yarn can be pierced casually.

Time passed, and a great change immediately caused the identities and distance between the two to widen infinitely.

Thank him for his kindness, so that their siblings don't have to bear greater sins, and they have a new shelter.

She had heard a lot.After the recovery of the city of Lordaeron, the voice was too loud to hide.

Rather than saying that she doesn't mind, it's better to say that she is happy to see the rumored incident happen.Both she and Alsace felt that this was a good thing.

If there is any regret, it is probably...

Macdonald suppressed his inner feelings and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No, I, that, I..." After a while, Kalia finally plucked up the courage: "Can I... can I stay by your side? I... I mean, I passed Master Faol's After training, I am already a qualified priest. Within a year, I will be promoted to a senior priest."

The girl's eyes full of anticipation were so clear that it was impossible to refuse.

But at the same moment, McDonnell felt a certain elf priest not far away suddenly erect his long pointed ears.

The character design is in conflict!
McDonnell put his hand on Calia's shoulder lightly, and turned his head: "Liadrin, do you mind changing to a Paladin? In this way, you don't have to tie a short sword to your inner thigh every time."

McDonnell's words hit the itch in Liadlin's heart.

The natural disaster of the undead destroyed her hometown, and she had long wanted to smash those damned bones with someone.But she was afraid that McDonald would not like it, so she kept wearing priest robes and pretending to be a lady.

To this, someone in Mai wanted to say: Sorry, your violent tendencies have long been exposed!
"Hey, that... If it's the will of the lord, I will obey it." Liadrin saluted shyly.

McDonnell turned his head and looked at the disappointed Kalia: "Okay, you are welcome to be my personal pastor, Kalia."

"Yeah." Kalia pursed her lips and nodded heavily.

……

The city of Lordaeron was restored, and the news quickly spread throughout the alliance as if it had grown wings.

Even the most remote mountain villages have received this news.

Of course, if the whole city was bombed or something, it would naturally not appear in the battle report.

In any case, this is a great encouragement to the entire alliance, which symbolizes the staged victory of the living over the undead.

The newly conquered city of Lordaeron is naturally uninhabitable. Whether it is the undead who have not been wiped out, or the dark energy all over the city, it is a great threat to the lives of the alliance soldiers.

McDonnell hadn't planned to really want the city of Lordaeron. After all, this place was poisonous in every sense, and it was very close to Silverpine Forest, which was scheduled to become a war zone.

So after the recovery ceremony, McDonnell lived in the former bunker group in the east of the city, preparing to arrange the evacuation.

That night, for some reason, McDonald fell into a deep sleep.

He never had to worry about his own safety.

Valeera is the kind of super powerful thief who only needs to sleep for a short time, not to mention that when she is resting now, Liadrin, who has been transferred to a paladin, will take over the task of guarding.

But he fell asleep tonight, his mind was drowsy, and he didn't know when the sun shone into his eyes, and his ears were filled with cheers like a tsunami of thousands of soldiers.

"Long live His Majesty Stratholme—"

"Long live the Kingdom of Stratholme—"

MacDonald was woken up and opened his eyelids forcefully. He was shocked to see that a large number of familiar nobles and bigwigs knelt down in front of him.

Headed by the Duke Mograine, the Marquis of Abedis, the Earl of Rivendell, the Earl of the Windrunner, the Earl of Barov, the Earl of Braumux, and... Alsace!
The second idiot smiled happily: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

McDonald's whole body is Spartan, and he opened his eyes wide:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)