In the majestic singing like the hymns of gods, in the vigorous and passionate drums, on the King's Avenue where everyone is watching, Prince Kael'thas, wearing gorgeous magic armor, stood beside his father, watching Quill together. The strongest force of Salas was reviewed and launched.
"Kael'thas, although I agree with Quel'Thalas joining the Alliance, it is still important to coordinate the relationship between humans and elves. Orcs are enemies, and humans are not good friends. Let them have high expectations of us, But we can only give them a three-point response. We have spent thousands of years establishing an image of an extremely powerful elven kingdom. However, unfortunately, in my father's generation, Quel'aras is still powerful, but the Sunstrider family is not so powerful. Stronger. So my son, for you, wisdom is more important than strength. Let all those who oppose you know your strength, and let all those who support you and may support you see your wisdom. Only in this way, you Only then can we unite all the forces that can be united and successfully take over the power to rule Quel'dorei from my father, not just a crown."
Anastarian is not only a skilled warrior, but also a magician with unfathomable strength thousands of years ago. On the reviewing stand, His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince were both smiling and concentrating on reviewing the troops. However, both Anastarian and Kael'thas knew that these were superficial and truly valuable exchanges. It is being carried out silently through magic.
"So Father, what should we do about the trolls."
Kael'thas asked humbly. At the same time, he raised his hand and waved to the soldiers and onlookers, causing a small cheer.
"There is no place for trolls in the script of the new world. From the feedback data analysis. I underestimated the orcs from the beginning, so I decided to join the alliance to balance the strengths of humans and orcs, or the alliance and the tribe. "
When Anastarian said this, he happened to encounter the troops directly under the royal family passing by, so he interrupted his conversation with Kael'thas and concentrated on paying tribute to every loyal guard he could name.
"Father. Please forgive my ignorance, but it has been too long since I left Silvermoon City. The fog shrouded my eyes, preventing me from seeing the truth behind it."
Kael'thas kept smiling and showed the crowd the grace that a prince should have.
"The truth is that they want to bypass the oath and become legal traitors. The brilliance of the Sunwell gives us a long life. And the long years make us learn to think deeply. The result is that some people develop ambitions that they should not have, Some people have entered an endless loop with no solution in their thinking, some people just watch the fun and don't mind it, and some people have no country but family in their hearts. Among the above people, some of them must be relied on by the Sun Chaser, and some can be won over. I have no idea where to start. But Kael'thas, put aside the ideological struggle. You must understand the importance of force. Not your magic, not your weapons, but the people who gather in you. Hands. The power of others. Army, soldier!"
Anastana raised his head and continued to review the army with a proud look.
"Don't be disturbed by the opinions of others, don't be controlled by your own emotions, my child. You are my only child, the only prince of Quel'Thalas. This crown will be yours. But rule this You need to fight for the rights of the country yourself. The overall strength of the Silvermoon City Council is too great. Even a father has to compromise again and again. Fortunately, they have never been one, and they can be mobilized. They can be divided, and they can be bribed and co-opted. Almost everyone of these guys has their own plans and ideas. After understanding this, you should know why your father sent you to Dalaran."
Kael'thas maintained perfect etiquette and stared intently at the majestic front of Quel'Thalas.
"I don't understand, Father."
"No, you understand, it's just that you have resentment in your heart."
Anastarian seemed to be very satisfied with the troops under review. He hummed and nodded.
"Listen up, my stupid son, letting you live in Silvermoon City is like putting you under a microscope and being picked on and criticized by others. Over time, no matter how well you do, there will be rumors about Quelsa There are rumors that the prince of Rath is defective. On the contrary, you are placed in Dalaran. Invisibly, you have presided over the diplomacy between elves and humans, and educated your own apprentices and developed your own power. Jump away from the cobwebs, you Only this little butterfly has room to transform. Now, the time is ripe. When the country needs it, the perfect prince leads the perfect army to perfectly save this perfect country, and then you make a perfect exit. Everything is so perfect , as long as the people have the impression that you are the savior in times of crisis, then no one can take away the staff that symbolizes royal power from your hands. Kael'thas, my life will eventually come to an end, and you, He will be king."
"Father, sometimes I really want to use the bloodiest means to eradicate the perfect enemy like the kings and princes of the human kingdom. But you are right, patience is also part of wisdom, so I will still be that perfect prince. Everything is for The radiance of the Quel'dorei."
After finishing the magic conversation, Kael'thas walked down the reviewing stand, mounted his mount and joined the last army to be reviewed - the Magister Legion. He nodded to his colleagues and then waited quietly.
In the sky, the immortal firebird is soaring excitedly, just waiting for its master to appear and add luster to his appearance.
My son, what I hope is that you are closer to the rangers and cavalry. The Sunstrider Court holding the Sunwell does not need to see the colors of the mages. Haven't you noticed that even among this group of magisters? , among the great magisters, your arcane aura is also the most dazzling.
Anastarian sighed deep in his heart, and then quickly forgot these small unpleasantnesses.
Because Kael'thas is about to appear, and the strongest legion in Quel'Thalas is about to appear.
The military parade is about to reach its most enthusiastic peak.
Maple Creek Valley, the joint camp of elves and humans, after making strategic decisions, several senior commanders found that there was not much they could do.
In fact, during the war, the initiative of soldiers is far beyond the sneaking and cheating during training. As long as the officers are not picky or picky, many things will be done by the soldiers themselves without any urging.
Otherwise, what should we do? These soldiers are the first to fight. Their lives and wealth are at stake. Is there anything that cannot be done?
So, with free time, Turalyon took Carlos and invited Alleria to hold a small barbecue party.
"Ah~~~~"
"yawn."
"That's enough for you two."
Turalyon looked at his two listless companions with a look of resentment.
"Sorry, I accidentally cared too much about winning and losing, and barely slept at all. Now I'm getting retribution."
"I'm really sorry. Carlos's villainous attitude was so disgusting. I couldn't help but get angry and serious. I didn't get much sleep either."
Forget it, it was originally just a small gathering to relax before the war, so why worry about it so much.
Turalyon took the initiative to take on the important task of barbecue.
When the first piece of venison began to turn golden brown, the two sentinels arrived at the small campsite almost at the same time.
"Your Excellency, Marshal Alleria, Prince Kael'thas has set off for an expedition, with an army of 20,000 from Silvermoon City."
"Your Majesty Carlos, there is movement among the trolls and orcs. At the same time, reinforcements have arrived at the Northland Fortress."
Carlos's sleepiness subsided instantly, and his eyes like dead fish were instantly tinged with a strong glow of confidence.
"very good."
Then he tore off a piece of roasted venison and left.
"That's really good news."
Alleria looked around and took away a rib that could smell the aroma.
"You two, that's enough..."
Turalyon's face ached. (To be continued)
ps: I encountered something more important than updating and was delayed.
Those who wish the author to become a civil servant in the palace are not good things...
