Chapter 595 Triumphant Storm (Part 2)

What kind of hatred and grievance can make the people of one's own country oppose the army of one's own country?

For a long time, the nobles of Lordaeron have lived a luxurious life full of dreams and dreams, so that they have long forgotten the voice of the people. For them, the people are just wheat that grows automatically every year, and they have various responsibilities and obligations: they must provide taxes to the nobles, they must provide labor services to the nobles, and they must provide soldiers when the country is in danger.

Over two thousand years of peaceful and long years, the nobles have long forgotten that their ancestor was a warrior who was canonized by Emperor Thoradin, and this warrior was named Lordan, and the warrior's son was named Menethil .

Later, Menethil named the land bestowed by Emperor Thoradin Lordaeron, and Menethil became the surname of the royal family. In the era when clans were the mainstay and there were no surnames, this was already a pioneering move.

Suddenly opposed by those seemingly docile people, not only Terenas, but also all the well-dressed Lordaeron nobles around him were ashamed.

"This is a very unfortunate misunderstanding." Genn Greymane said, "It seems that someone below has made a mistake about the difference between a triumph and a parade."

Of course Terenas didn't know that at this moment, the arrogant King of Gilneas, who seemed to be a standard politician, would change his temperament drastically due to various blows in the future and become the most solid ally of the alliance. All he knew was that Gene was taking advantage of the fire.

Yes, because after Lord Prestor showed up and he presented that evidence. Genn secretly offered to support a so-called nephew of Perenold who lived far away, but Terenas ruthlessly refused.

Now, everything is different.

Looking at Anduin Lothar and Duke Marcus at the forefront of the triumphant team, Terenas understood that everything was definitely related to these two people. If he doesn't do something, then at the Throne Council later, even if he forcefully passes that resolution, the scene will be very ugly.

"I'm old. Before the triumphant team arrives at the palace, I want to take a rest. How about everyone go to the side hall to rest?" Who doesn't know that if the situation is favorable, Terenas can stand from dawn to dusk?

Now that he brings it up, everyone knows that this is another round of fast and urgent political deals.

Prince Kael'thas, the representative of Quel'Thalas, understands that this is a political game in the human world and has nothing to do with elves. He's the one that really rests.

The two kings, Lion and Daelin, looked at each other, and they both saw each other's deep worries.

Now that Terenas is relying on the old to sell the old, you can't allow the old king who is the landlord and leader to rest, right?

Ryan and the two nodded to each other quietly, and they will also meet later.

All of a sudden, the terrace of the over 100-square-meter palace became empty, and no king would pay attention to the triumphant procession that would start arriving at the square in front of the palace after twenty minutes.

In the side hall, Terenas pushed open the huge golden door. The gorgeous murals on the walls have always been his greatest pride and pride, but now he has no intention of admiring them.

The first person to meet was naturally Jean.

For Terenas, Jean is extremely greedy, but just like that, he is the best persuasion.

"Hey, Terenas, it seems that Duke kid gave you a lot of trouble."

"It's just a troublesome level." Terenas said with a cold face: "Tell me, how can you support Prestor as the leader?"

"I want Hillsbrad Plains, Jasper Mine, Tol Barard Isle, and the west coast by Southshore."

Knowing that Gene would open his mouth like a lion, he didn't expect that Gene's appetite would be so big, and he took away half of the essence of Hillsbrad in one gulp. The Hillsbrad Plain has been reclaimed by refugees from the Stormwind Kingdom, and now everyone knows that it is a fertile land.

The refugees will be evacuated next year. It is conceivable that with the support of this fertile land, Gilneas' national strength will experience explosive growth within 20 years.

Terenas was in pain: "Okay!"

The next to be seen was King Thoras Trollbane of Stormgarde.

Terenas spoke first: "Solas, you must support Lord Prestor this time. I can give you Tarren Mill and Southsea Town."

Solas sat on the luxurious chair like a stone sculpture. After a long time, he shook his head: "Perhaps their king and lord are guilty, but the people of Stromgarde cannot claim the land of the Alteracs. It is a blasphemy against the brave warrior."

As soon as Solas said, Terenas became anxious on the spot. Among the six human kingdoms, it is conceivable that Kul Tiras and Stormwind, who are outsiders, will vote against it. He must get at least four votes in the Throne Council to make it look good.

Who would have thought that Solas would actually refuse!

Yes, that's right, Terenas' previous plan was for Lordaeron to eat alone. Now that Lasolas is in the water, he doesn't want to play! ? How can this work?

Terenas' face sank: "Think about it, Solas, your country has been turned into scorched earth. You even have food for the winter from Lordaeron. You may be noble, but you have the heart to watch Are your people starving to death? The Arathi Highlands don't produce much food."

Solas' expression suddenly changed drastically. Terenas is using food as a threat.

The south of Stormgard is the territory of the dwarves. No matter the wetlands or Loch Modan, the food production is very bad, and the food of the dwarves is barely enough for their own use. There is no exit from the Arathi Highlands except for the Hillsbrad area to the west. If Alterac controlled by Lordaeron is blocked, hundreds of thousands of citizens will starve to death.

To restore Arathi's grain production, the consultant gave him the answer... the ideal would take three years.

What's more, he also wants to rebuild Stromgarde, which was destroyed by the dragon.

Solas bowed his head deeply, as if he wanted to bury his head between his knees: "I don't want the territory, give me at least 500,000 tons of grain every year, for five consecutive years."

A noble knight, he loathed such political bargaining.

As a king responsible for the future of millions of people, he had to compromise with Terenas.

Terenas left, not to say he was satisfied, but at least he achieved his goal.

With the third interviewee, Terenas met the hardest nail—Antonidas, who he thought would be easier to persuade.

"Terenas, I am not against you. But Dalaran firmly rejects Lord Prestor."

"Why?" Terenas frowned deeply.

"Because the Kirin Tor Council used all their magical detection capabilities in private, they couldn't see through this mysterious Lord of Prestor. Either he is a sun-level mage who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, or he has something that can match half A mysterious magic item comparable to an artifact. We will absolutely not support a mysterious person whose origin is unknown and who cannot even be identified as the king of Alterac."