Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Kael'thas was shocked by everything in front of him. 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 factory buildings, or industrial areas, in front of him.

"Is this what you're hiding?"

"I have never hidden it, Your Highness," Aristophanes said loudly, "I reported it to His Majesty the King, but he never cared about it, and only now sent you to find out the situation."

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

The group of them stopped and went, Kael'thas and his guards watched the extremely busy crowd coming and going, among them were the down-and-out mages and farmers who couldn't get along in Silvermoon City, and some from Syndra Ordinary compatriots, and occasionally some dark purple-skinned shadorei also mixed in, and a smile that Kael'thas had never seen before appeared on his high-spirited face, that smile was called hope.

"We mainly produce low-level potions, low-level enchanted equipment and jewelry, and now there is a production line for 'farm golems' under construction." Aristophanes introduced as he walked, "The production process of middle-level and high-level items It's still being optimized."

Then they came to the construction site of the golem workshop.

"After this workshop is completed, our output will rise to another level. It is no longer a luxury to export large quantities to the human world while meeting our 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 use two-handed tricks and control the flow of magic power a little, you can handle these complicated tasks."

Kael'thas stood where he was, looking at the huge "cultivated land golem" next to him, as well as the crowded forging workshop 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 of doing this?" the elf prince asked, "We have the Sunwell, and we are blessed by magic. Although the life expectancy is not as good as that of Shanghai, it is enough to look down on humans and other people. And these elves are mixed in Didn’t it increase the difficulty of management together, why do you want to do this?”

"Prepare for a rainy day."

"Prepare for a rainy day?" Kael'thas was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but laugh, "With Bandinor and the Sunwell, you have nothing to worry about."

Then Kael'thas was very proud: "Our king can control the power of the Sunwell, our council is all masters, and our people are the sons of destiny..."

Looking at the confident elf prince,

Aristophanes shook his head.

"Your Highness, don't go around in circles. I don't think you came here to see these workshops. Please tell us why you came."

"You're smart, Aristophanes, so I'll just say it straight," Kael'thas said, "You've established too close a connection with humans through the port in Windrunner's territory and the Shal'dorei, and through the Their trade earns a lot of money, so your troops here can be said to be armed to the teeth. In addition, you can even export precious 'golems' in large quantities, and this ability is not even achieved by Silvermoon City. , don't you think you've done a little too much?"

"Oh? What does 'doing a lot' mean?"

"You know it in your heart." Kael'thas played with the ring on his hand, and instead of looking at Aristophanes, he looked at the hard-working elf construction team in front of him: "I'm here to remind you to get your position right, Don’t forget who gave you all these things, since the kingdom can give you these things, it can easily destroy you.”

Aristophanes and Kael'thas looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense, and the magic power in the surrounding air became irritable, and the guards of His Royal Highness had already held their hands on the handle of the knife.

"My surname is Windrunner, Your Highness." Aristophanes said softly.

Before the words 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," Salorian, who was carrying a big sword, said respectfully.

"Do you think Kael'thas will understand what I mean?"

"His Royal Highness is so smart, he will definitely live up to your expectations."

"Expectation?" Anasteria shook his head, "I just hope he doesn't screw up, after all, he still stayed in Silvermoon City for too short a time, and he doesn't understand the political ecology of the kingdom at all. "

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

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

"bring here."

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

"Hey, Kael'thas..."

His Majesty the King sighed after reading the letter.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"It's okay, Thalorian, Kael'thas acted too recklessly, and I will escort his actions next. You go and inform Belovar to let him come, we need to adjust the plan."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

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

"Your Highness, according to the information I have inquired, Aristophanes and Taranas have developed a large amount of land, and at the same time used these lands to gather a lot of ordinary elves from Silvermoon City and other villages to work for them. .”

"I know all of these, what else?"

"Many conditions here are different from those in Silvermoon City and the farms in Eversong Forest. There are even strange dryads and forest guardians."

"Dryman? Guardian of the Forest?"

"Yes, Your Highness, it is that kind of legendary creature," Veridil said solemnly, "Besides, I also found out an important piece of news, that is, trolls have not appeared outside the fortress for a long time. But the Rangers of the Farstriders kept scouting deep into the jungle."

"what do you mean?"

"And they are still constantly developing and updating the ranger's weapons and equipment. I don't think this is prepared for fighting trolls."

"..." Kael'thas was silent, and Veridil struck while the iron was hot, "Your Highness, do you know how much the income of this territory last year was? A total of 25,000 gold coins, and it is still rising, we How about..."

"Not as good as what?"

"Why don't you ask His Majesty the King to give you this territory and let you manage it, so that you can have a lot of income and at the same time have a lot of military exploits!"

Kael'thas glanced at him, and said in a slightly cold tone, "But I'm not permanently stationed in Silvermoon City, so I can't manage it even if it's allotted to me."

"You don't need to manage it yourself, Your Highness. With His Majesty the King, the council is here, and there are so many professional institutions in Silvermoon City, you can entrust them to manage it for you!" Veridil's expression became more and more serious urgent.

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

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

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

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