The meeting lasted for five days, with Bertone watching the show and Proudmoore absent. The focus of the debate was actually who had the decision-making power.
There is no doubt that General Odrun is the best choice for the coach. Carlos also has this self-knowledge. In terms of tactics, he is a rookie. The focus of a cold weapon war is completely different from that of an anti-Japanese war. Carlos does not want to do something where one general is incompetent and exhausts thousands of troops. But strategic decision-making power can still be fought for. Talking about war on paper is the racial talent of our people. From ninety-nine to just walking, anyone can comment on the international situation, not to mention I am a false prophet.
Viscount Grain Harrimans, a distant relative of the Barov family, Alex’s personally chosen spokesperson. This old Mediterranean man has a small territory and a lot of qualifications. He was once the writing secretary of the late king, and Odrun can be regarded as someone he grew up watching. With such an old man messing around in front of the conference table, General Odrun still failed to get the military decision-making power of the coalition. The decision-making power is decided by a vote of the nobles, and more than half of them are executed.
"Uncle, there are a total of one hundred and fourteen nobles with decision-making power, sixty-two of whom are ours. Odrun has the final say on how to fight him, and you have the final say on what to fight." Grain Harrimans The Viscount was one generation behind Carlos in terms of seniority. The embarrassment in his later years allowed the former literary secretary to deepen his understanding of money. The incorruptible official back then now nonchalantly calls the young man who is forty years younger than him uncle.
"Sir Viscount, how can you cling to relatives in the military camp? You made a mistake." Carlos nodded lightly. CCTV Golden Theater has watched so many historical and costume dramas, which are very helpful for figuring out your identity.
"What your Lord said was that I made a mistake." Grain Harrimans happily admitted his mistake and felt that the relationship between the two seemed to have become closer.
"We should not object in the early military discussions just for the sake of objecting. General Odrun is a veteran, and we must listen to what makes sense. Do you think this is the truth?" Carlos filled Grain's tea cup.
"Your principles are our principles." After bowing in greeting, Green drank the tea in one gulp.
This old dog is on the road! Carlos smiled with satisfaction, and Grain smiled in contrast. Uncle Fang, as a magic consultant, felt very uncomfortable in the room, neither smiling nor not smiling, and finally responded with two dry hehes.
This is dirty politics, Uncle Fang thought.
Because the Hinterlands is an undeveloped virgin forest for humans, there is a natural road discovered by hunters to the north of Durnholde Castle, which is considered the best way to go. This is also one of the important reasons why the coalition forces gathered here. , if you enter the Hinterlands from the Arathi Highlands, you will have to walk in the mountains for at least a month. Both Odrun and Carlos agreed to repair the road first, at least to make it passable for carriages. To this end, a thousand soldiers and 300 locally recruited civilian workers are currently working, and it is expected that it will take about ten days to initially complete the engineering work.
Real decisions are never made by the majority. During the waiting time, the noble lords gathered together to discuss, but unfortunately there were only three voices with real weight, the coalition commander Odrun, Biglas Bertone, and Carlos.
"Everyone, please be quiet, Todd, bring the things in." Carlos saw that Odrun didn't seem to want to speak, while Biglas Bertone pointed at his son and said something. He took the initiative to stand up.
Two soldiers came in carrying a wooden board with a shelf, and Todd fixed a large map made of goatskin to the wooden board.
"Everyone, there are vast mountains and endless forests ahead. Do you think the Barov family will let their allies go to such a ghost place to die?" Carlos said emotionally, "No, look at what this is, this It’s a map worth 10,000 gold coins (it was made by Carlos himself before setting off from Caer Daron, the map of the Hinterlands!”
The attendees were shocked, and Bigglas Bertone walked up to the wooden board with the map unceremoniously. There were no professional surveying and mapping tools in this era, and the production of each map required a high price. The explorers' main income was drawing maps.
The map made by Carlos would be at the level of a sixth grade elementary school in modern times, but at this time, Lordaeron was simply too exquisite to have any friends. Everyone believed the statement that the map was worth 10,000 gold coins, and had a higher evaluation of the strength of the Barov family. The overall effect was that the morale of the whole group was +1.
"Distinguished adults, Barov never makes an unprepared account. Next, I want you to swear in the name of your family that you will not use force no matter what you see. Can you promise me, especially you, than Mr. Glass Bertone."
After Carlos got everyone's oath, he clapped his hands, and Fang Bian walked in with One Tooth and Vicious Tooth.
"A troll!"
"Kill it!"
"Father, To'kalal is trembling." Danath Trollbane reported his findings to his father.
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"That's enough. Where is your sense of honor as nobles? Are your oaths as worthless as dog**?" Carlos roared, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
"Mr. Duya, as a rare intellectual among the trolls, is proficient in human language. After hearing about the tragedy of Prince Jerio, he came all the way to help us. This kind of noble, pure, helping others but not relatives Isn't his behavior enough to prove Mr. Duya's sincerity?" Carlos's words were like a signal, and the nobles of the Grain family fell silent instantly, and they remembered the warm applause under Grain's lead.
"Danas, if I have the opportunity to get close to Carlos of the Barov family, I will be impressed by this family. A troll traitor is really capable." Biglas Bertone whispered softly to his son.
"Carlos, is Mr. Duya trustworthy?" General Odrun suppressed the applause and finally asked.
"Of course, guards, bring Mr. One Tooth's sincerity." After Carlos ordered, two guards came in carrying a large wooden box, opened the lid, and found a dozen troll heads piled inside, and the smell of blood filled the entire tent.
"In the past few days when we were discussing the issue, Mr. Duya went to the Hinterlands first to bring a meeting gift, and at the same time made a significant contribution to improving the map." Carlos nodded to Duya, and Duya responded according to human etiquette. A gift.
"Now, you can ask questions to our friend, Mr. One Tooth." Carlos returned to his seat and gave up the host position to the troll who could speak Common Language.
