Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Everything in front of him shocked Kael'thas, he turned his head and looked behind him, his guards were passing through the barrier one by one.

Then he turned his head and continued to look at some huge factories, or industrial areas.

"Is this what you hide?"

"I have never hidden it, Your Royal Highness," Aristophane exclaimed, "I have reported to His Majesty the King, but he never cared, and he has not sent you to find out until now."

"Let's go, Your Highness, I will show you the foundation of the prosperity of Farstrider Fortress."

They walked and stopped as a group. Kael'thas and his guards looked at the extremely busy crowds. Among them were the down-and-out mages and farmers who could not get along in Silvermoon City before, and some came from Syndra. Ordinary compatriots, and occasionally some dark purple-skinned Chadorei also mixed in, and his dazzling face showed a smile that Kael'thas had never seen before. That smile was called hope.

"We mainly produce low-level potions, low-level enchanted equipment and jewelry here, and now there is a production line for'cultivation golems' under construction." Aristophanes introduced as he walked, "and the production process of intermediate and high-end items Still optimizing."

Then they came to the golem workshop site that was being built.

"When this workshop is built, our output will rise by another level. It is no longer a luxury to export a large amount to the human world if it meets its own needs."

"What about the production staff? I remember you don't have too many mages here, right?"

"The production process has been optimized by me, and there is not so much demand for spells. In fact, as long as you can do two-handed tricks and control the flow of magic a little bit, you can do these complicated tasks."

Kael'thas stood on the spot, looking at the huge "golem of arable land" nearby, the forging workshop crowded with people in the distance, and the alchemy and enchanting laboratory exuding the aroma of herbs, feeling that his three views had been greatly impacted.

"But what's the use for you to do this?" asked the Elf Prince, "We have a sun well, and we are naturally blessed by magic. Although our life span is not comparable to that of Shanghai, it is still good enough for humans and others. And these elves are mixed together. Didn’t it increase the difficulty of management? Why do you do this?"

"Plan ahead."

"Prepare for a rainy day?" Kael'thas was stunned for a moment, and then laughed blankly, "There is Bandinor, there is a sun well, what do you have to worry about."

Then Kael'thas was extremely proud: "Our king can control the power of the Sunwell, our councils are all masters, and our people are the children of destiny..."

Looking at the confident elf prince, Aristophane shook his head.

"His Royal Highness, don't go around in circles. I don't think you came here to see these workshops. Please tell me your intentions."

"You are very clever, Aristophanes, then I'll be straightforward," Kael'thas said. "You have now established too close ties with humans with Chadorei through the port located in the Windrunner Territory. Their trade has gained a lot of money, so your troops here can be said to be armed to the teeth. In addition, you can even export a lot of precious "golems", and this ability can not even reach Silvermoon City. , Don’t you think you’ve done too much?"

"Oh? What does ‘doing a lot’ mean?"

"You know it in your heart," Kael'thas played with the ring on his hand, not looking at Aristophanes, but at the hardworking elf construction team in front of him: "I'm here to remind you to put yourself right. Don’t forget who gave you all this. Since the kingdom can give you these, it can easily destroy you."

Aristophane and Kael'thas met, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense. The magic flow in the surrounding air also became irritable. His Royal Highness's guards had already held their hands on the handle of the knife.

"My name is Windrunner, Your Highness," Aristophane said softly.

Before the voice fell, the pressure in the air disappeared instantly.

"I remember your words, Lord Aristophanes."

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Silvermoon City.

"Salorian, is there any news from Kael'thas?"

"Your Majesty, not yet," said Salorian respectfully, carrying a great sword.

"Do you say Kael'thas understands what I mean?"

"His Royal Highness is so smart, he will definitely not disappoint your expectations."

"Expect?" Anastria shook his head, "I just hope that he won't mess up. After all, he still stayed in Silvermoon City for too short, and he has almost no understanding of the kingdom's political ecology. "

At this moment, the elf attendant outside the door knocked on the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty, there is a message from His Royal Highness."

"bring here."

Anasteria looked at the golden seal stamp, tore it open, took out the letter inside and read it.

"Hey, Kael'thas..."

After reading the letter, His Majesty the King sighed.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"It's okay, Salorian, Kael'thas has acted too recklessly. Next, I will **** his actions. Go and inform Belovar to let him come. We need to adjust our plan."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

On the other side, Farstrider Fortress, Kael'thas' temporary residence, he was listening to the investigation of the chief guard.

"His Royal Highness, according to what I have heard, Aristophanes and Taranas have developed a large amount of land, and at the same time they used this land to gather a lot of ordinary elves from Silvermoon City and other villages to work for them. ."

"I know everything, what else?"

"A lot of the situation here is different from the farms in Silvermoon City and Yongge Forest, and there are even strange tree monsters and jungle guards."

"Dryant? Guardian of the jungle?"

"Yes, your lord, it's the kind of creature in the legend," Veridil looked solemn, "In addition, I also inquired about an important news, that is, the troll hasn't appeared outside the fortress for a long time. But those far-strider rangers are still scouting deep into the jungle."

"what do you mean?"

"And they are still constantly developing and updating the rangers' weapons and equipment. I don't think this is for the purpose of fighting the trolls."

"..." Kael'thas was silent, while Vridir struck the iron while it was hot, "His Royal Highness, do you know how much income this territory earned last year? There are a total of 25,000 gold coins, and they are still rising, we Not as good as..."

"Why not?"

"Why don't you ask His Majesty the King to give you this territory~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then you will manage it, so that you will not only have a lot of income, but also have a lot of military merit!"

Kael'thas glanced at him with a slightly cold tone: "But I'm not resident in Silvermoon City, so even if it is assigned to me, I can't manage it."

"You don't need to manage it yourself, Your Highness. With Your Majesty the King, there is a council, and Silvermoon City also has so many professional institutions, you can completely entrust them to take care of you!" Veridil's expression became more and more serious. urgent.

"Oh, do you have any recommendations?" Kael'thas's tone became a little cold.

"I..." Veridil was about to give his suggestion, but suddenly saw the cold light in His Royal Highness's eyes, and suppressed what he wanted to say, "I don't know this clearly. You can go to Silvermoon City in person. Go ask."

"Okay, thanks for the suggestion, I see, you go and rest first."

Kael'thas looked at the back of the captain of the guard, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.