Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

The three people were silent for a long time, "Your Majesty, now it seems that we have to strengthen the training of the army." Lothar said with a little worry. Nowadays, with this development model, the nobles of the kingdom do not seem to be very reliable. It’s a blessing not to be held back.

Ryan's face was extremely gloomy. He did not expect that these nobles would be so bad now and would threaten him with the kingdom's crisis. Just when the three of them were looking sad, a golden figure appeared in the hall.

"Big tribute to Li Qi!" Ryan exclaimed after seeing the figure clearly. In an instant, the melancholy between his eyebrows disappeared a lot, and Ryan quickly stood up and walked towards Leach.

"Your Majesty, I have put you in a difficult position." Leach bowed slightly.

"Grand Priest, since we have chosen the Holy Church, we should insist on it." Ryan quickly stretched out his hand to help Leach.

Leach felt relieved to see Ryan so determined. When he saw Ryan for the first time, he felt that the man in front of him would definitely be a great king in the future. "Your Majesty does not need to worry about the upcoming crisis. Marshal Lothar just said that we should strengthen the training of the Kingdom’s soldiers. I think this is a good idea. "

After speaking, Li Qi glanced at the black hourglass in front of the throne. According to the current flow rate, there are probably more than a hundred days left. "While there is still some time, I can select some elite priests to join the kingdom's army." Acting as an instructor, I strive to train some strong-willed cleric recruits within this period of time to enhance the strength of the kingdom, and I have sent a request for help to the newly built City of Light in the Holy Church of Quel'lasa. I believe that many Soon the Kingdom of Stormwind will be reinforced by a group of powerful cleric armies."

"This is great!" Ryan held Leach's hand tightly. When most of the nobles in the kingdom ignored the life and death of the kingdom and asked for foreign aid to no avail, the Holy Church actually sent reinforcements without hesitation. At this moment, Ryan felt a little emotional.

Medivh's darkening has really put too much pressure on him. As friends for decades, he and Lothar know very well how strong Medivh is. It can be said that the Kingdom of Stormwind can independently exist among the six major human powers. Outside of the kingdom, in addition to the rich resources of this land itself, the guardians of the kingdom are undoubtedly indispensable.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Your Majesty. If you can stand firmly on the side of the Holy Church, the Holy Church will naturally be your strong backing. This time, the Holy Church will come to a group army with nearly 20,000 people. I hope that Your Majesty will be mentally prepared and don't come. What kind of misfortunes could you make?" Leach looked at the excited Ryan with a faint smile.

However, what Leach didn't know was what an impact it had on the three people in the hall when he said this number. Twenty thousand people! Twenty thousand priests with extraordinary power, this number deeply shocked the hearts of both Ryan and Lothar.

At this moment, the hearts of the two of them were beating fast. To hell with the blackened Medivh and the hourglass. With the support of 20,000 priests in the Kingdom of Stormwind, Ryan was confident that no matter what crisis the kingdom faced next, It will all be easy, and when the time comes, the guy who has sinisterly controlled his friend will definitely look good.

Especially Lothar, he felt that the haze was gone at this moment. As a knight who also possesses extraordinary power, he naturally has itchy hands to compare with the paladins. He has a more intuitive feeling about the power of the priests.

Although he can easily defeat a single ordinary Paladin, in his competition with the priests, he feels that his limit is to challenge more than fifty at most. This must be a pure Paladin. If that is the case, A mixed team of all-professional priests, twenty people is enough for him, not to mention that they have one to three-star captains and captains.

After the three people had an exciting discussion, they all started to get busy with confidence.

At the same time, after leaving the palace, the nobles did not leave, but gathered at the Duke's Mansion.

The grand Duke's Palace, the splendid banquet hall, and the tall dome are engraved with beautiful murals. The nobles are holding exquisite glass cups one by one, shaking the grape wine as red as blood in the cup. They sometimes chuckled and talked to each other.

The old Duke sat on the main seat with a hunched body and a leisurely expression. He looked at the young noble men and women dancing in the hall with half-squinted eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Occasionally, there was a glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, a nobleman in colorful clothes, with thick white powder on his face, strolled up to the old Duke with a wine glass in his hand, "Great Duke Verga, when will our young King come?" Take it easy, please go back and work together to resist the crisis in the kingdom."

With a frivolous tone and a trace of contempt, he did not believe that His Majesty the King, who had lost important power under the collective resistance of the kingdom's nobles, could withstand the current pressure.

The old Duke, who was interrupted from his contemplation, slightly curved his lips, "Huh! As the king of a country, he doesn't want to protect the honor of the nobility. It goes against the blood of Emperor Thoradin."

"This time the guardian of Medivh is under control, His Majesty the King's strongest support is gone. I think His Majesty the Great must be having quite a headache at this time! I can't guess that our Majesty the King will give us the answer in a long time, haha "The nobleman slightly covered his mouth with his sleeve, and then raised the wine glass in his hand, "This is all because of the help of the old Duke. I, the 57th generation descendant of His Majesty Thoratin, Viscount Brando, pay my respects to you. A cup of Duke, may the glory of the Verga family last forever.”

The old Duke narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying himself very much. He took the wine glass handed by the maid at the side and said, "I hope your Majesty can understand my heart for the kingdom. Everything is for the glory of the kingdom."

As soon as the old Duke finished speaking, the nobles in the hall raised their glasses to him, and then the hall fell into laughter again. As for the crisis of the kingdom, haha, as long as His Majesty the King is willing to give in, they will not do anything for the kingdom. Allegiance.

However, when the ball went into the evening, no one from the palace was sent to invite them, the noble ministers, to go back to discuss matters. The banquet in Noda also became quieter and quieter. The face of the old Duke sitting high on the main seat became more and more gloomy. He I don’t believe that His Majesty the King would not know about the nobles holding a ball on such a large scale.

"Hmph! I don't know what to say. I just want to seek justice for my son. Does His Majesty the King really think that the entire nobility of Stormwind Kingdom is worse than those heretics!" The old Duke slammed the delicate glass cup in his hand. On the ground, colorful glass fragments instantly scattered in all directions.

"Your Majesty the Duke, what should we do now?" Brando stepped forward and asked with a stern face. He did not expect that the king would not give in at all this time. Could it be that the crisis in the kingdom was fake.

"Since your Majesty wants to fight, let's keep fighting! I hope that when the crisis in the kingdom breaks out, your Majesty can still be as calm as now." After saying that, the old Duke brushed his sleeves with a gloomy face and left with the help of the guards. hall.

The nobles in the hall looked at each other, and then a different look of anger broke out on everyone's face, and they left the banquet silently one by one. At this moment, every noble felt a sense of humiliation in their hearts, coming from the king's betrayal.