Amid the hymns of God, the drums and trumpets, and the much-anticipated King's Boulevard, Prince Kael'thas stood beside his father in splendid magical armor and watched as the strongest power of Quel'Thalas was lifted.

"Kael'thas, while I agree with Quel'Thalas joining the Alliance, it's still important to reconcile humans and elves. Orcs are enemies, and humans are not good friends. Let them expect 12 points from us, but only give them 3 points in response. It took us a thousand years to build up the image of an elven kingdom that was incomparably strong, but unfortunately, by my father's generation, Quir Aras was still strong, but the Sunstrider family was not so strong. So my son, wisdom is more important to you than strength. Let all who oppose you know your power, and let all those who support you and who may support you see your wisdom. Only then will you be able to unite all the forces that can unite and take over the power of Queldore from your father, not just a crown. ”

Anastarian was not only a skilled warrior, he was an archmage of unfathomable power for millennia. On the reviewing stand, His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince were all smiling and engrossed in inspecting the army, but both Anastarian and Kael'thas knew that these were all things that were alive, and that truly valuable exchanges were being carried out silently through magic.

"And father, what about the trolls?"

Kael'thas asked humbly, waving his hand at the soldiers and onlookers, eliciting a small cheer.

"In the script of the new world, there is no place for trolls. From the analysis of the data that came back from the feedback, I underestimated the orcs from the beginning, so I decided to join the alliance. Balance the strength of humans and orcs, or alliances and tribes. ”

As he said this, Anastarian happened to encounter the royal family's direct troops walking by, so he interrupted his conversation with Kael'thas and paid tribute intently to each of the loyal guards whom he could name.

"Father, please forgive me for my foolishness. But it had been so long since I left Silvermoon City, and the fog had clouded my eyes, preventing me from seeing the truth behind it. ”

Kael'thas kept smiling, showing the crowd what a prince should be.

"The truth is that they want to bypass their oath and be legitimate traitors. The brilliance of the sunwell has given us a long life, and the long years have taught us to think deeply. As a result, some people breed undesirable ambitions, some people enter the unsolvable cycle of thinking, some guys don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and some guys have no country but home in their hearts. These people are above. Some of them must be relied upon, some of them can be co-opted, and the mix of ambitionists and infatuators makes it difficult for me to start. But Kael'tham, ideological struggles aside, you have to understand the importance of force. It's not your magic, it's not your weapons, it's gathered in your hands. The power of others. Army, soldiers! ”

Anastanaan held his head high. With a proud look on his face, he continued to parade the troops.

"Don't be distracted by other people's opinions, don't be controlled by your own emotions, my child. You are my only child, the only prince of Quel'Thalas, and this crown will be yours after all. But the right to rule the country is something you need to fight for. The overall strength of the Silvermoon City Council is too great. is so big that the father has to compromise again and again. Fortunately, they are never one, they can be transferred, they can be divided, they can be bought and co-opted. Almost every one of these guys has their own plans and ideas. After understanding this. Then you should know why the Father sent you to Dalaran. ”

Kael'thas maintained perfect etiquette, keeping his eyes on Quel'Thalas' majestic soldiers.

"I don't understand, father."

"No, you understand, it's just that you have a grudge in your heart."

Anastarian seemed pleased with the troops being reviewed, and nodded with a sigh.

"Listen, my stupid son, letting you go in Silvermoon City is like putting you under a microscope to be picked on and blamed. Over time, no matter how good you do, there will be rumors that the prince of Quel'Thalas is flawed. Instead, you have been placed in Dalaran, where you have invisibly presided over the diplomacy between the elves and the humans, and have educated your apprentices and developed your own power. Jump away from the cobwebs, and you, the little butterfly, will have room to transform. Now, the time is ripe, and when the country needs it, the perfect prince leads the perfect army to perfectly save the perfect country, and then you leave the game perfectly. Everything is so perfect that as long as the people have the impression that you are the savior in times of crisis, then no one can take the staff of kingship from you. Kael'thas, my life will come to an end, and you will be king. ”

"Father, sometimes I really want to be like the kings and princes of the human kingdom to destroy the perfect enemy by the bloodiest means. But you're right, patience is part of wisdom, so I'll still be the perfect prince. All for the brilliance of Quildore. ”

After finishing the magical conversation, Kael'thas stepped down from the reviewing stand, mounted his mount and joined the last unit to be reviewed, the Magister Legion, nodded in greeting with his colleagues, and waited quietly.

In the sky, the inextinguishable firebird is soaring excitedly, just waiting for its master to appear and add luster to the appearance of the master.

My son, I would prefer that you be closer to the rangers and the cavalry, and that the court of the Sunseeker who holds the sunwell does not need to look at the colors of the masters, haven't you noticed that even among this group of magisters and archmagists, your arcane aura is the most dazzling.

Anastarian sighed inwardly, and quickly forgot about the little unpleasantness.

Because, Kael'thas is going to play, and the strongest army of Quel'Salas is coming.

The parade is about to reach its peak of the atmosphere.

Maple Creek Valley, the allied camp of elves and humans, after making decisions at the strategic level, several senior commanders found that there was not much they could do.

In fact, in wartime, the initiative of the soldiers is far from being comparable to the cheating and trickery during the training period, as long as the officers are not nitpicking or picking bones in the eggs, many things do not need to be urged at all, and the soldiers themselves will do it well.

Otherwise, what should I do, these soldiers are the first to fight, and the lives of their families are at stake, what is there that can't be done?

So, with his spare time, Tulayan pulled Carlos along and invited Aurelia to a small barbecue meeting.

"Ah~~~~"

"Yawn."

"Enough for the two of you."

Tulayan looked at his two companions listlessly with a look of resentment.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally cared too much about winning and losing, and I hardly slept much, and now I'm retributed."

"I'm really sorry, Carlos's villainous face is so hateful, I can't help but get angry, get serious, and I haven't slept much."

Forget it, it was supposed to be a small gathering of relaxation before the war, so why bother so much.

Tulayan took the initiative to take on the responsibility of the barbecue.

When the first pieces of venison began to turn golden, the two sentinels arrived at the small camp almost simultaneously.

"Your Excellency Marshal Aurelia, Prince Kael'thas has set out on an expedition, and the army of Silvermoon City is 20,000."

"Your Majesty, the trolls and orcs are moving. At the same time, reinforcements have arrived at the Northland Fortress. ”

Carlos's drowsiness faded instantly, and a pair of dead fish-like eyes instantly dyed with a strong glow of confidence.

"Good."

Then tear off a piece of roasted venison and leave.

"That's really good news."

Aurelia looked for a moment, and removed a rib that could only smell the scent.

"You two, that's enough......"

Tulayan's face hurt. (To be continued......)

PS: Something more important than the update has been delayed.

Those who wish the author to enter the palace as a civil servant are not good things