Chapter 770: You Are Worthy of Being Hai's Son-in-law
Humans are only an important part of Azeroth, not a master.
Everyone knew that the undead scourge was raging and the alliance was in big trouble, but whether you want to admit it or not, Carlos and his kingdom of Alterac were there, standing above the Alterac Mountains.
Is this Carlos's famous name, and if Mother Skeleton says his name, can he stop screaming the little skeleton who doesn't want to sleep in the grave?
No, this is the might of the Alliance.
Before the Second Orc War, humans and dwarf gnomes were only in the traditional sense, and the kind of elders had something in common, and they seemed to be human, so let's be friends.
The filth between the nations of mankind is no less than the greasy between mankind and other races.
Although the ultimate goal of forming the Lordaeron Alliance is to fight against the orc tribes.
But as a result, a strong alliance has been an effective deterrent to overseas powers.
At least Sulama's gang of old ladies who are closed off and addicted to sucking demons have to sell Carlos's face, definitely not because he is the king of Alterac.
So why hasn't the foreseeable food crisis in Lordaeron turned into a humanitarian crisis?
To put it simply, you can buy it.
If we start from the point of interest acquisition, who gets the most benefit from the alliance?
Not King Terenus of Lordaeron. Minethil II, he belongs to the kind of high-investment long-term winner-take-all, but before it can blossom and bear fruit, he was beheaded by the Alsatian father and son.
It's not Carlos's Alterac, although Carlos has reversed the fate of the family, but when it comes to profit, it's really like a person who drinks water and knows it.
Gilneth, don't mention it.
Riptide Castle, I can't refer to it and Gilneth who is the strongest than the miserable king.
Dalaran ...... The old nail is gone, and from time to time there will be a blood-red word "danger" shining above the violet fortress.
Count on your fingers, and it's easy to see why Kurtilas is a League loyalist.
Because the hidden benefits it obtains from the alliance system are so large that they are boundless.
As a maritime nation based on trading, Kurtilas has a limited territorial area, a limited population output, and a limited comprehensive national strength that is not only limited but also has an upper limit visible to the naked eye.
Although the people of Kul Tiras sacrificed a lot of blood for the Alliance, and paid their share of the money even if they did not imprison the orcs, why did Greymane stand it and quit the group, but Dahlin was always loyal?
Just talk about feelings, or talk about money.
The real reason is because the existence of the alliance is absolutely beneficial to Kurtilas.
A vast continental economic circle, a powerful military bloc, and a banner full of deterrence.
Because of the existence of the Alliance, the need of the Alliance, the incomparable incomparable of the Alliance, the fleet of Kurtilas is no longer afraid of any opponent on the sea.
Both military and trade.
This is the foundation of Kul Tiras's statehood.
The prosperity of Kurtilas could only be continued if the fleet continued to move in and out of the port of Pelallas.
Before the Scourge of the Dead, Carlos made a PY deal with Dalein.
Whether it was the benefits he had received from Eresaras or the shipping business that he had brought to Dahlin because of his good work in Eresaras, it had brought great benefits to Kurtilas.
It's been more than half a year, and the things haven't been shipped yet, and even most of the high-level elves recruited by Carlos are still stranded in Kurtiras.
Carlos alone brought at least three million gold coins to the Proudmoore family.
And that's not even counting the huge trade demand after Eresaras and Daerin got online.
If you are the admiral of Kurtiras, can you tolerate someone saying a bad word about the Alliance?
After the destruction of Lordaeron, refugees from all of Lordanmere escaped, most of them went south to Hillsbrad to survive, and a small number chose to go to sea.
Unlike the helplessness of the game map to compromise for gameplay, the west coast of the kingdom of Lordaeron is very developed in shipping trade, and the scale of shipping controlled by the Minethil family is second only to that of the Proudmoor family.
Riptide Fort, which curbs the Balatin Bay, is third, and the Barov family's Nanhai Town does not even rank in the top ten in terms of shipping trade.
So while Carlos's messenger was still floating at sea, Dalin had already learned about the Lordaeron massacre from the Lordaeron refugees.
Even a maritime nation like Kurtiras, even a good sailor like Kurtiras, can't float on the sea all year round.
People can stand it, and ships need to be overhauled.
In fact, Dalin was preparing to dispatch the fleet at this time and send the upper elves to Carlos.
After being stranded for more than half a year, the oil and water of these upper-level elves have almost been squeezed out, and if they don't send it over, Dai Lin will have to pay for this big gang of people by himself.
This is not a Nigo slave of 12,000 people, but an upper-class elf of more than 10,000 people.
In order to properly transport these magical talents valued by his good brother Carlos, Daillin had been in Berralhas been in Berrares for almost two months.
The plan was finally prepared, and the civil magistrate of Pelaris also coordinated the migration with the upper elves.
The Undead Scourge has erupted.
"No, tell them, stay there."
Dalin instructed his wife.
"Why? That's a lot of money for their daily consumption. ”
Catherine asked, puzzled.
Hai's mother clearly did not have the political consciousness of Gianna and his father, and did not taste useful information from the Lordaeron disaster.
"The Alliance needs me, it needs our fleet."
Dalin kissed his wife on the cheek.
"But our fleet, our soldiers, are still scattered on the sea, and you want to go to war with the seventy or so merchant ships in the harbor? Dalin, my dear husband, all this happened so suddenly, Coultiras was not ready for war, and you did not make an agreement with the other three, and Prodmore could not have fought alone. ”
Catherine. Prodmore persuaded her husband so.
"Yes, I know, so I'm not going west to Lordaeron."
"And where are you going?"
"To the east, to the Broken Isles."
"Do what?"
"Do the grain trade."
"Huh?"
Catherine had no time to keep up with her husband Dalin's leaping mind.
"After I'm gone, you are responsible for pumping food and organizing transportation to Nanhai Town as soon as possible, Carlos needs food, so the heavy burden of rations will crush him."
Catherine finally understood her husband's intentions and nodded.
"I see, I'll collect all the surplus rations from Kurtiras, but you can't collect that much food if you go to the Broken Islands now."
Dalin snapped the Admiral's hat to his head and couldn't help but smile crookedly.
"Trade and war, those islanders can only choose one."
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