Stratholme God

Chapter 577

The motley army in the eyes of outsiders, even if they entered the fortress, they followed each other squarely, appearing to be orderly.

The aristocratic lords standing on the tower in the distance were speechless when they saw this scene: Obviously everyone was equally bad not long ago, so why are you the best?

These aristocrats don't understand or learn a lot of details. For example, McDonald can find out, and Garrod told the troops to ignore other things and just listen to no more than five orders.

The fewer plans, the simpler the order, and the less error-prone.

This way of subdividing orders is very brainless, and it also tests the commander's ability to control the overall situation.

Garrod is the most picky cook, no matter what kind of junk ingredients, he can stew it into a pot of delicious food for you.

He is the kind of commander who can rely on his own integration ability to make all the allied forces play their due strength.

With such a performance, the nobles fell silent.Of course, they were not willing to be inferior to McDonald or even Garrod, but looking at the performance of their troops, they could only keep silent.

It's better to hang out with the big guys and earn some merit than to be alone, but actually die alone.

"Oh oh oh!"

"hero--"

"Jarrod* Shadowsong!"

Black Rook Hold had turned into a giant refugee camp, and both sides of the road were full of people cheering for Jarod's army.

Jarod, riding a nightsaber, greeted the crowd a little shyly.

It was difficult for him to describe his mood, and he kept asking: Am I realizing my ambition?

He is a very enterprising elf.

In fact, every talented young talent has a similar idea - give me a chance, I can do better than anyone else.

Jarod was a little dazed.

The ability of Mr. Hawk*Xingchen is obviously far above him!
Hundreds of thousands of refugees were sorted out neatly.When the Sunstar was still the deputy leader of the rebel army, he had arranged everything.For example, several lines of defense were built outside Black Rook Fortress ahead of time, expanding the line of defense by a full five kilometers.

At that time, he was considered a waste of resources by most of his compatriots. Who knew that the clown was actually those guys who accused him in the first place.

Because of the wanton burning and killing by the Burning Legion, almost all the refugees flocked to Black Rook Castle.

The previously empty wasteland is now full of tents and belongings of refugees.

This is because Black Rook Castle is constantly organizing transport teams to send weak refugees to the forest in the rear in advance, otherwise the number of refugees accumulated here may exceed one million.

There are fellow night elves who believe in druids in the forest. There, at least they can't starve to death.

Keep compatriots who have the will to resist and are physically strong and form troops.

Order to forbid blacksmiths from engraving on newly built weapons, keep everything simple, as long as it can kill the enemy...

The lord's series of orders insisted that none of them made a mistake, and all of them were proven to be effective. This gave Garald an illusion—as if Hawk*Star was very familiar with dealing with refugees...?
I thought I was unparalleled in wit and tricks, but now it seems that this Lord Marquis, who had a bad reputation before, is the real commanding genius, the ceiling-like existence of the Kadorei military world!

"I, Garrod... am convinced!"

Mai has no idea that he has been overhyped by his subordinates. He is so busy now that he can't wait to borrow the cat's paw as a tool cat for stamping.

It turned out that at that time, he had Barthilas and Lor'themar, two tool men with full internal affairs attributes.

Here he has nothing.

After finally catching a Garrod, of course he would use it to death.

Anyone who finds a little ability to lead troops will be thrown to McDonnell to deal with small-scale conflicts.

After finally waking up to dawn, Macdonald suddenly received a notification from the Priest of Shadowsong asking to see him.

"Huh? You're here?" McDonald was busy with government affairs and continued to review documents without looking up.

"I'm here." Maiev curled her lips: "I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!"

"Garrod has proven himself, and even if he loses in the future, it probably won't be due to his incompetence." McDonnell said while stamping three chapters.

"I have already indicated to Goddess Elune that I want to join the Star Marquis's Mansion. The Goddess agrees."

This is actually self-extinction from the divine way.

Goddess Elune will not allow a priest who is too deeply involved with nobles to become her spokesperson.

Maiev said so, McDonald is not surprised.

Isn't it good to have multiple tool people who can fight?
"Do you want me to give you a title of nobility?" McDonald continued to work hard.

Maiev blushed slightly, but immediately shook her head: "I am still a member of the Elune Sisterhood in name."

Historically, Maiev later established the [Watcher] organization in order to watch an egg die, which was to poach a lot of elites who could fight from the Elune Sisters.

Based on this alone, MacDonald didn't expect Maiev to be separated from Elune.

Anyway, no matter how Maiev can fight, he is just a tool man in the War of the Ancients.

There is no need to get involved.

"Up to you." McDonald didn't care.

Suddenly, a tender purple potato blocked McDonald's vision.

Please forgive Mr. Mai who is now a purple potato essence, no, he is a member of the night elves, and he also said that his arm is a purple potato.

McDonald has been watching this skin color for a long time, but he is still not used to it.

"Xingchen, do I need to emphasize what is exclusive?"

As soon as McDonald raised his head, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

God damn it, he finally realized something was wrong.

Exclusive and exclusive, the meaning can be very different.

The mooncloth priest robe Maiev now wears is translucent.

Beidou Shenquan Kenjiro has seven scars on his chest, and Maiev has only one 34D scar!
Looking at Maiev's extremely serious and completely flushed face, Macdonald can fully understand that this girl is going all out.

At this moment, McDonnell thought of many things: for example, this brother-in-arms is protecting his younger brother; for example, she is trying to win him over to fight against Tyrande; for example, she is accepting death and is willing to admit defeat...

But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't stop Maiev from climbing up the table like a female leopard.

If he is a genuine elf, he will probably follow.

McDonnell is sweating waterfalls in his heart now.

He seemed to see a purple child rushing towards him.

Gan!
I don't want a purple life ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hey, if it was Tyrande, maybe Macdonald would follow.

But purple... No matter how good the figure is, McDonald's heart still has a capitalized rejection.

As a representative of quick-wittedness, whether it is on his face or eyes, McDonald can transform the rejection in his heart very well: "I know, I can't promise you anything."

Maiev's complexion changed suddenly, and she immediately lost her mind: "Of course I know, all of you nobles are thinking about Azshara..."

huh huh?
When did I become a queen fan?
All right!A queen fan is a queen fan, so many night elves kneel and lick Azshara, it's not bad for me to lose a star!
There is a clear rejection in McDonald's smile: "You can't guess what I want. Do you think I lack toys? The only thing you can make me fancy is your combat power!"

(End of this chapter)