The spring ploughing festival is shared in all countries of Lordaeron, and the characteristics are different or different, but the essence is the same.

Everyone, let's get high, and then what should we do, the nest is over, and the fart people will work.

The only difference in this year's spring festival in Alterac is that under the promotion of the royal family, except for a few large aristocratic families who have surplus labor, half of the land in the country will be cultivated collectively.

That's right, the system of agricultural cooperatives.

Curse the war, praise the war, and under the intense pressure of the Horde, Grand Duke Alex Regent is able to silence any opponents.

Although Alex himself felt that the system was terrible, farmers who did not know each other cultivated land that did not belong to him, and there would certainly be a lot of contradictions and troubles in the post-war land division.

But Alex has to admit that in the current situation, this approach does help to alleviate the huge food shortage and instability in the country.

This invisibly reduced the pressure on the Barov family.

You see, the royal family has already figured out a way to arrange a way for you to live, and if something goes wrong, who will you find trouble.

Thinking about this, Alex agrees to push his son's plan.

It is better to drink poison in the future than to die quickly today.

After pacifying the factional forces, Alex's orders were carried out.

A grand but materially unprepared spring festival was held in various national settlements in the Alterac area.

Among them, Alterac City is naturally the most powerful.

However, after a symbolic attendance at the opening ceremony of the festival, Carlos returned to his study and had a secret conversation with the generals of the kingdom.

The troops that had stayed in the Stratholme area drove back, but Tulayan remained in the Northland fortress.

For, as Carlos had predicted, Kael'thas was victorious and the orc army was undefeated and defeated. The only thing that doesn't please both ends is the troll.

Under the onslaught of Kael'thas attacked, the trolls retreated, and the army of Silvermoon City quickly regained much of the fallen land.

But not long after, the Red Dragon, which covered the sky, burned most of the Eternal Song Forest with eternal flames.

Kael'thas is a member of the Council of Six in Dalaran Kenrito.

Under the flames of the red dragon, Kael'thas is mighty. Together with the Magister Legion, they built a huge magic shield that enveloped the entire military camp, protecting seventy percent of the soldiers in the sea of fire.

Although the death of the soldiers on the third floor was already a fiasco, Kael'thais's reputation rose in that battle.

But the red dragon's raid is just a cover, and the real killing move is the orc's dark Chen Cang.

While Kael'thas was busy cleaning up the mess, an orc named Chibonn led an army of nearly 10,000 to raid Silvermoon City.

The whole country is shaking, the country is not a country, Your Majesty the Sun King, the orcs are coming!

Under the panic of the whole city. Anastarian's angry voice spread through the city through magic.

"I can't forget it!"

Thus, the Queldore elves showed the orcs what true magic was.

Neither the orcs could break the rune shields of Silvermoon City by using the shaman's elemental power or the warlock's shadow power.

After three days of unsuccessful attempts, the orc army ransacked the outskirts of Silvermoon City, and after burning and looting, calmly retreated.

In the face of the twelve edicts issued by Silvermoon City, Kael'thas reluctantly returned to the north and gave up the opportunity to completely annihilate the trolls.

That's it. Kael'thas and the orc army rub shoulders with each other, after a medium-sized pursuit. Kael'thas stood outside Silvermoon City, looking at the scorched earth and the intact rune shield, announcing that the siege of Silvermoon City was over.

And when His Royal Highness the Prince once again led his troops to clear the trolls, Zu Jin had already regrouped in the mountains and forests, waiting for the elves.

Kael'thas won the hearts and minds of the army. But he lost the hearts of the people of Silvermoon City.

The orcs won the victory, but did not win the war, how to retreat with their whole body, and became the orc commander who couldn't sleep at night.

As for the trolls, Zujin didn't say anything though. But they will not forcibly suppress their angry subordinates. The orcs behaved like a betrayal, and the alliance between the Amani trolls and the orcs was broken.

However, the orcs besieging Silvermoon City gave the trolls a little respite.

Legend has it that Kael'thas once lamented how many warriors would fall in the mountains and under the spears of trolls just to appreciate the brilliance of Silvermoon City's rune shields.

However, none of this is what Carlos should be concerned about.

Carlos was concerned about Tulayan in order to prevent the orcs from going south, and took the initiative to stay in the Northland Fortress to preside over the defense, and detained his own 2,000 elites, and Henry Shet took the initiative to stay to assist (monitor) Tulayan.

Carlos was thinking of the supplies that Quel'Salas had promised, and I was afraid that it was far away.

But even so, in the big battle half a month later, Alterac has difficulties to go on, and if there are no difficulties, he has to go to the top to create difficulties.

The war is going on to this point, just like two innate masters competing for internal strength, it seems that the waves are not alarming, and it is true that whoever can't hold that breath first will lose the rhythm.

Carlos sensed that the inertia of history still existed.

DAI Lin. Proudmoore's son is still dead, the siege of Nanhai has taken place, and the Yongge Forest is still burning.

Then, according to the time node, it is time for the tribe's civil strife to begin.

Although Gul'dan is an unstable factor, Carlos believes that this alliance is definitely stronger than other timeline alliances at this moment.

It's time to end this war with a lot of casualties.

I've come to this world to live a life of luxury, not to wipe Azeroth's ass!

Carlos thought a little distracted under the chatter of his generals.

Ordnance, food and grass supplies, the order and route of the army's march were formulated.

Even though the generals are loyal to themselves, everyone has their own little Jiujiu, and they all want to save a few more lives of their subordinates.

Despite his impatience, Carlos remained calm.

In the real world, your friends, relatives, subordinates, and even enemies around you are not NPCs, they have their own ideas and interests, and some careful thinking is inevitable.

As a king, one of the most important tasks is to reconcile the interests of his subordinates so that enough people can align their pursuits with the king's commands.

So far, Carlos has done a good job.

One hundred and forty-seven wings are ready, more than 30,000 men who have received more than half a year's military training are equipped with basic weapons and armor, and enough food and grass for 30,000 men and 10,000 military horses to feed for three months has also been raised.

For the first time, Carlos' chips allowed him to move away from the pawn and act like a chess player.

However, this time, if Carlos messed up, he would have lost the opportunity to carve up the fruits of victory after the war.

A thrill with unease filled Carlos's heart.

However, even in the face of the great king, Carlos. Barov is still a fucking son.

"The eldest young master, Young Master Wilton and Young Master Alex have fought, Madame is very angry, Miss Elucia wants you to go and have a look."

Squire Todd walked into the chamber and whispered in Carlos' ear.

Hey, kingdom and family.

Carlos stood up.

"You continue to make a battle plan, and I'm going to get a rough outline before dark."

"Yes, my majesty."

Under the courtesy of the generals, Carlos went to his duty as a son -- to appease his mother, to act in his brother's power -- to beat his younger brother.

My stupid Oodoudou, are you ready for the Iron Fist of Love? (To be continued......)