Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Solas's government affairs today were not very busy. After dealing with the few documents he had, he was thinking about the recent armed conflict between the cavalry regiment and the Alterac army.

The kingdom of Alterac is small in size and its population is small, its national strength is weak, and apart from the private armies of the nobles, the kingdom's regular army has less than 10,000 people.

The ancestor of the Trollbane family, Ignaus, was from the ancient Alterac mountain tribe - the Alterac tribe. He knew the terrain of the Alterac Mountains and Stromgarde very well. In terms of military, Stromgarde was not inferior to Alterac at all.

The king of Alterac this generation, Aiden Perenolde, was born into a wealthy family. He had a businessman's face, was timid and liked to take advantage of others. The only thing he did right was to promote the kingdom's general Has, an excellent soldier and tactician, who was also the only person that Solas feared in the Kingdom of Alterac.

Since the split of the Arathor Empire, all human countries have the same origin and are under the control of Lordaeron, the strongest human power. There have been only small-scale frictions between the countries, and no large-scale wars.

King Terenas of Lordaeron acted as a mediator, and Generals Solas and Hass were both rational soldiers. Both sides were very restrained and carefully controlled the scale of the conflict between their armies.

The conflict between the two sides will not escalate too badly, and this is exactly what Solas hates the most.

He would rather fight the army of Alterac with real weapons than haggle with that villain Aiden Perenolde at the negotiating table. This kind of thing is useless except for wasting breath, and it also makes him sick.

When the guard informed him that Prince Garin had returned, Solas's previously frowned brow finally relaxed.

But the next moment:

"Father, I want a piece of land."

King Solas, who had been smiling as he watched Garin come in, failed to control his expression when he heard these words, and the transition between smile and astonishment was a bit unbalanced.

His years as a king allowed him to quickly adjust his expression, and out of understanding his son, he did not ask why he wanted a piece of land.

"Which piece of land do you want, my son?"

Facing Solas's question, Garin's face froze. He had thought of countless high-sounding reasons along the way to convince his father to agree to give him the fiefdom. In this situation, should he just agree? He racked his brains for five days, but it was useless?

"Father, do you agree?"

There were many question marks on Jialin's face. Happiness came too quickly like a tornado. He suspected that he was hallucinating, so he decided to confirm it again.

Before coming, Garin was confident that he could convince Solas to agree to give him a fief.

The Kingdom of Stromgarde includes most of the human kingdoms. When royal children come of age, they will be given a fiefdom, which can be big or small, depending on the king's mood.

When Galin's cousin Danas came of age, his father allocated him a rich mining area on the northern foothills of the Fadir Mountains as a fiefdom, which made Galin extremely envious.

Although he was a prince, Solas had given him several small manors around Stromgarde, but that was different from a fiefdom after all.

Jialin was confident in proposing this because he and his father had been together day and night for more than ten years, and they had a deep relationship and a profound understanding of each other.

The only reason that might cause his father to disagree is that he is too young and he is afraid that he is not capable of managing the fiefdom.

This is not a big problem. The place that Garin wants is not the surplus land within the kingdom, but the Stone Fist Hall south of the Deadwood Village. That was once a royal mining area and the royal property, but it was abandoned later for various reasons.

The fact that no one lives there means that there is no need to worry about governing the people, and even if there are people, administrative officers can be recruited to manage them.

Then the problem arose again. The area was unsafe and too close to the territory of the Deadwood Tribe.

Then he could state his ultimate goal, which was to ask Solas for permission to establish an army to protect his fiefdom.

To this end, Garin specially preserved the troll heads in the troll camp and brought them back to prove that he had the ability to defeat the trolls.

The reason why it is so well thought out and interconnected is because Jialin comes from the thinking style of the Great Celestial Empire.

In ancient China, feudal fiefdoms were abolished very early and the era of centralization began. Military power has always been a very sensitive issue. Which emperor would not be taboo about it?

Haven't you seen Zhao Kuangyin give up his military power with a cup of wine, and Zhu Yuanzhang hide his good bows after the birds have all flown away? Jialin was also afraid. If he hadn't traveled through time, the original Prince Jialin would have killed his father and usurped the throne twenty years later.

Oh no, what if I mention the formation of an army and offend my father, and he shows his deep father-son love and kills me in advance? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The above is a royal tragedy made up by Garen himself, with fratricide, palace tragedy, usurpation of the throne, and mutiny. If Garen had offspring, it would be the Azeroth version of Shakespeare's opera, and it could be considered for inclusion in the Karazhan Opera House.

But Garin still underestimated his father's feelings and expectations for him. Revitalizing Stromgarde was Thoras's lifelong ambition. Now the kingdom's national strength has recovered, the army is strong, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. The only problem in the Highlands is the troll tribe in the southeast.

At this time, Garin was born, and he showed extraordinary talent since he was a child. He was precocious and self-disciplined. Solas had high expectations for him.

No ambitious king would say no to an outstanding heir.

When Jialin was ten years old, in addition to trying to teach him martial arts, he also let him learn government affairs. However, Jialin turned a deaf ear to the world and was only focused on practicing killing skills.

This almost made Solas' hair turn gray with worry. He once regretted teaching his son martial arts, which had caused his son to waste his brain.

What did he hear today?

His son, who had only loved martial arts since childhood, actually said that he wanted a fiefdom. Solas also felt that happiness came too quickly, so he blurted out: "My son, which piece of land do you want?"

One wants to ask carefully because he is afraid that he will not give it, while the other has wanted to give it for a long time but is afraid that he will not accept it, so communication is very important.

"Father, I want the abandoned mining area in the southeast. Is that okay?"

"Three years ago, the people there moved to the Geshak Farm because they couldn't stand the frequent harassment from the trolls. What are you going to do with a territory without people and no output?"

Here it comes, this is completely according to his own script. Garin immediately replied: "Father, I want to set up a knight group to protect the mining area, and then recruit workers to restore the output of the mine."

"Garlin, you will face a troll there, a forest troll that has been against us before. You know the significance of Trollbane. Are you ready to face the troll?"

Solas asked Garin with a serious face. His son wanted a fiefdom, and he didn't intend to refuse. But he didn't expect that the fiefdom Garin wanted was outside the border, far away from the army's defense line.

Then, to his surprise, Garin wanted to form an army to fight against the trolls. He didn't mind his son having military power, as he was his only heir and he would hand over the entire kingdom to him in the future.

However, he wondered if his son was ready to face the troll.