Humans are not lambs to the slaughter, and neither are the scourge of the dead.

Although the two sides entered a strategic stalemate in Andorhar, the war still engulfed everyone.

Carlos is convinced that the League still has the upper hand in terms of absolute power, but others don't seem to see it that way.

The more people who experience pain, the more they hate and fear the undead.

So the brave rose up to resist, and the cowardly escaped.

And what about speculators?

If you can't beat it, join it.

Stay alive on your knees, and there is no shame in it, if you die...... If you die, you will become an undead kneeling clan, think about it and be a little happy, hehe.

As a result, the Cursed Sect's original suppression has changed, and even expanded its scope of activity to the Elwyn Forest, and Stormwind City is not immune.

The people at the bottom are convinced of the horror and inhumanity of the natural disaster minions, but they are suspicious of Carlos's "I CAN translation" doctrine.

This is a great obstacle to the unification of the alliance.

Under the operation of Carlos, the kingdom of Alterac escaped the fate of being liquidated, and leaped from a defeated country to a victorious country, from a small mountain country with a population of 200,000 to a large country with a population of 800,000 that occupied the entire Alterac Plateau, County Kelldaron, the Andohal region, and half of the Hillsbrad region.

Logically speaking, this kind of population expansion should be no stranger.

You see, 200,000 becomes 800,000, four times more.

Now it is only the remaining half of Hillsbrad, the territory has not increased much, and the population has only increased from 800,000 to 2 million, and the population has only increased by 2.5 times, which is far worse than the previous four times.

Mere trifle...... What a fart!

The administrative system is about to collapse, okay!!

The influx of refugees has almost destroyed the original political ecology of the Kingdom of Alterac.

The massive demand for supplies is also about to crush the Barov family's almost depleted stocks.

Carlos asked his father if there was anything he could do to solve this problem, and Grand Duke Alex looked at his son with the eyes of "I am not your father", and said slowly and heavily.

"Let's expand the army."

"Huh?"

It's not that Carlos sells cuteness, it's that he really feels like he's having auditory hallucinations.

Not clean resumption of production, expansion of the army?

In Carlos's mind, as long as the existing military force in his hand is enough, it is enough to defeat the undead scourge, and the best option is to convert the rest of the population into productivity as soon as possible.

There is really no need to expand the army.

So little by little, the old father counted the kinship between the fleeing nobles and the Barov family to Carlos.

Then he analyzed the regional affordability to Carlos.

Finally put his wife Galia. Minethiel's power pursuit circle spoke again.

So Carlos understood, the remnants of feudalism killed people.

The Kingdom of Lordaeron has left behind not only a rich legacy, but also a heavy burden.

The contractual relationship between the king and the lord and the lord does not expire due to the fall of the territory.

Unless Carlos allows the Scourge of the Dead to completely destroy the social order in the entire Lordaeron region, the intertwined nature of the alliance is the greatest resistance.

What is this, throughout the history of humanity in Azeroth, I, the Great Alterac, died alone?

"So you have to expand the army?"

Carlos asked, a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, 600,000."

I hit Nima......

"The elderly, the young, the sick and the disabled have suffered too many casualties in this disaster, and the survivors are mostly young and strong, and at least these 600,000 young and strong people must be mastered before there is any possibility of stabilizing the situation."

Alex explained that the Legun Politics was thankful for his uneasy son of the king, the Grand Duke of Oakland, the regent of Oaklake.

"We can't hold it."

Carlos shook his head, not that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare to think about it.

"Then you will kick these refugees out of our territory."

"It can't be."

"Then expand the army, the expansion of the army can last for three months, and if the army is not expanded, it will be chaotic for a month at most."

Carlos's basic plate is so big, how many rounds of purge does it take for a small Alterac to have the stability it has today, and he doesn't believe that he can rule two million cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods with his own name.

"Resuming production is the number one priority."

"Who owns the output of the problem? You are the king of Alterac, not the emperor of the Alliance. ”

has finally torn the skin of human nature and touched the cold interests.

One that is not handled well is the exclusion of Carlos's 800,000 people, Alterac, from the remaining more than a million refugees.

Where are the more than 200,000 people, you ask?

Of course, it doesn't belong to Alterac, but it is natural to look at the Barov family, and there is only half of Hillsbrad left.

"If I were the protagonist of the story, I wouldn't have to think about these ghosts, and it would be nice to have a million troops with a wave of my hand."

Listening to Carlos' nonsense, Alex poured his son a glass of wine.

"I won't scare you, 200,000, expand the army, take away all the thorns, and use the rest to suppress your own people."

"Father, what are your plans?"

Carlos had been away from politics for too long, and two million people were at stake, and he didn't dare to come up with an idea in his head.

"Relief, bonds, military management, tuntian, there are no good ideas for a pat on the head, the regular process of disaster relief, and the coordination of domestic and foreign interest disputes. Son, do you know what a terrible amount of work this is? ”

"Or I'll give you the crown."

"Smack."

Carlos received a slap in the head.

So he smiled very happily, his father's hard work was true, this was not the original dream.

Hugging his father, Carlos was ready to leave, he didn't have much time to spare.

"As for the plan for industrialization, let's start it, father."

"Yes, it's also a good way to relieve stress, and the conditions are ripe."

Carlos nodded and left.

Yes, there are always those who think that industrialization is driven by capitalism, but this is actually a narrow perception.

Industrialization is industrialization, and feudal society can also engage in industrialization, especially in a high-magic world like Azeroth, which naturally has the advantage of industrial production.

What is industrialization, isn't it mechanized mass production, what's so strange, some of Dalaran's mages have made an arcane automatic production line, it's not unusual.

Carlos also had several steel mill machine shops under his command.

But before the attack on the Dark Gate, before Carlos fell to Draenor, he had discussed with his ministers the development of Alterac industry.

In the end, it was concluded that there was not enough population to support the industrialization that Carlos had in mind or in his memory.

Even 800,000 people are not enough.

Rashly innovating the way to play was nothing more than the surprise of AIA, and then let the old father-in-law sigh "I can still play like this in the groove", and then it was plagiarized, then surpassed, and finally slapped to death on the beach by the back waves.

Now, it's just right.

The kingdom of Lordaeron is essentially doomed, and while Alterac still has a long way to go to digest this legacy, the time has come to replace traditional crafts with extreme production.

As the largest political entity in the Lordaeron continent today, Carlos is no longer afraid of plagiarism.

It's time for the Scourge Corps to see what it means to be crushed.