(The legendary 1/3 extra update, viewers, please keep it.)
The full strength of the Alterac Royal Knights is 1,000 people. Every year, about 40 veterans retire and 60 reserve knights are recruited. After a one-year inspection period, the number will be replenished.
Because the Knights lost 86 people in the war in the Hinterlands, and 22 old veterans retired honorably, this tournament will initially estimate that 15 people will be selected to join the reserve force.
King Aiden's starting point is actually very simple. There are only so many high-quality talents in the kingdom. If he wants to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Knights without resorting to false pretenses, the only option is to open it to the outside world. As a king, Aiden's every move will be over-interpreted by his subordinates and opponents. A simple thing has been spread so miraculously that Aiden himself almost believes that he has a conspiracy.
Alex was still attentive to Carlos's work, and Aiden's share of the spoils was paid openly, which made Aiden's hands slightly more abundant.
Forget about the black gold behind it, just give away the three stone statues of the king without even giving up face. This is a signal that Alterac is going to have a civil war! For this, Alex scolded Carlos bloody.
After sitting on the podium and watching for half the morning, Aiden decided not to watch the afternoon game. Anyway, the vision of the Cavaliers' veterans was trustworthy.
After returning to his residence, Aiden recruited his health consultant, a night elf druid from the mysterious western continent of Kalimdor - Galadriel Blue Feather.
"Master, I feel much better recently and my energy is stronger than before. Can I enter the next stage of conditioning?" King Aiden looked respectfully in front of the night elf druid Galadriel like he was facing the head teacher. Elementary school students.
"Your Majesty the King, after I finish studying this ancient book, I can almost enter the next stage." Galadriel bullied Aiden for not understanding the Elf's Salas language, and unscrupulously put the cover of the book "Once upon a time there was a mountain of parts." "Show it to Aiden.
"Then let's make a set meal today." Aiden took off his shirt and lay on the low couch.
Galadriel's human assistant came in with a tool box. After cleaning his hands with water, he applied the night elf druid's secret sesame oil and began to massage His Majesty Aiden's body.
"Lars, your skills are getting better and better. I really can't tell that you were still an excellent hunter before." Aiden fucked comfortably and did not hesitate to praise the masseur.
"Your Majesty, my name is Douglas, not Lars." The former hunter corrected weakly.
"Don't make trouble. The little guy calls him Doug. You are Lars." Galadriel Lanyu scolded her little brother. The pure white wild wolf Doug, who was lying in the corner and dozing, heard someone calling him and raised his head to take a look. After a lap, I found that nothing happened and continued to doze off.
You are a white-eyed wolf who eats inside and outside, I am your master, okay! Douglas looked at his rebellious animal companions and felt miserable in his heart. How could he have met Galadriel Lan Yu, the devil in the world. Didn't he accidentally injure this elf druid with a bear trap? Why did he end up being blamed for it? He couldn't be beaten and beaten, and he couldn't be driven away. The most important thing was that he couldn't even escape. Rubes didn't know how he was bribed by this night woman, so he changed his name to Doug and called him Rubes himself. This white-eyed wolf actually didn't pay any attention.
If you weren't so good-looking, I would have killed you. Douglas was thinking in his heart, and asked: "Your Majesty, is your strength still good?"
"Well, that's good. Just try harder." Aiden moved his position to make himself more comfortable, and then asked lazily: "How is the queen's illness?"
"I don't blame you, Your Majesty. Can those Pandaren take the Ten Thousand Years Love Desire Pills randomly? The Tauren Fitness ** is a thing that has no basis in magic. How can you practice it casually? Now I still have to Find a way to recuperate the exhausted bodies of you and Her Highness the Queen first. Only when the bodies are recuperated can we successfully give birth to healthy offspring." Galadriel crossed her legs and read a novel, instead of studying ancient books, and used the tone of an old Chinese doctor to perfunctoryly talk to the king. Aiden.
"Well, I'm just too impatient. Don't worry about it, Master. Your elves have a high level of health care. Now I obviously feel that my waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and I can go up to the fifth floor in one go without any trouble. The Queen is also You said your spa is very effective. I'm not urging you, but I really want a son, you see?" Aiden explained flatteringly.
"The queen will be nursed back to health for about half a year, and then there is hope." Galadriel gave an approximate time.
Aiden received a positive answer, stopped talking, and enjoyed the massage in peace.
After the king left, Douglas packed up his tools and asked, "Didn't you say that the queen actually has no problem, but that the king has a physical problem? Why don't you tell your majesty directly that it is not good for the queen to be wronged? I think the queen is a good person."
"Huh? Are you crazy or stupid? Tell the king that your wife is not sick, but you are the one who is sick. You have been pregnant for many years, and all your illegitimate children are the offspring of others? Little Lars, sister, I haven't lived enough yet." Galadriel's venomous tongue was full of fire, and Douglas was beaten until he could not answer anything.
"Are you sure you can cure the king's disease?" Douglas no longer tried to correct the Night Girl's title to herself, saying that business was more important.
"You actually accepted your fate? Don't you usually have to retort that it's not Lars, it's Douglas?" Galadriel looked surprised and pretended to let the book in her hand fall to the ground. Doug shook it over and bit it. The book rubbed against Galadriel's hand.
I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry. After reciting it silently three times in his mind, Douglas calmly continued to ask: "What if the king's disease cannot be cured in half a year?"
"What should I do? Run away. You are a fully equipped second-hand hunter. I am a highly skilled druid. I am afraid that I will not be able to escape." Galadriel said with a nonchalant expression.
"The money has been defrauded, what are you hiding from?" Douglas could feel that the poisonous night woman was actually taking refuge, or running away from something.
"What else can you hide from? Just hide from my eldest brother. My sister-in-law has sent me a message that my eldest brother has come to the Eastern Kingdom." Galadriel felt bad when she mentioned her eldest brother.
"Um, your eldest brother is not good to you?" Douglas was very interested in the family affairs of the Night Girl.
"No, on the contrary, my eldest brother is so good to me that it scares me." Galadriel fell into memories, "Back then, Fandral Staghelm's son bullied me in kindergarten, and my eldest brother actually even Fandral Staghelm took his son and beat him up together. Isn't it embarrassing? A thousand-year-old man beat a teenage boy and still laughed. Later Staghelm became a high official, and he My son also died in a battle, and my eldest brother was beaten to death for many years. If my sister-in-law had not had a good relationship with the high priest, it would not be surprising that my eldest brother would be killed."
"How old is Fandral Staghelm in your mouth?" Douglas put away his tools, sat on the low couch where Aiden was lying, and concentrated on chatting with Galadriel.
"Well, his status is about the same as that of Alex Barov in the Kingdom of Alterac."
"Your eldest brother is really a man." Douglas suddenly felt that it would be good to have such a brother-in-law.
"It's a pity that he's a sister-in-law. Only my sister-in-law can stand him." Galadriel said.
"What is it?"
"Sister control."
"What?"
"Sister control."
"Is it your misunderstanding? Isn't it right for a brother to care for his sister?"
"Yes, when I was a ranger, I was over a thousand years old and had to be shuttled to and from get off work. When I was on patrol, I often encountered forest spirits, bears, monsters and the like with bruises and bruises on their noses and faces. They would give me fruits, and they would cry if they didn't accept them. He said that my eldest brother would never let them go; once he accidentally played with the little bear skin and his son, and was bitten. The next day, there was a bear skin with a particularly beautiful pattern in the house, which was used for lunch, dinner, and the whole next day. The food is all steamed bear paws and roasted bear meat. Who said that eldest brother doesn’t love me.” Galadriel seemed to be caught up in some bad memories, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.
"Well, uncle...what's your eldest brother's name?" Douglas asked.
"Dandemar. Blue Feather." Galadriel answered.
