Stormwind God

Without Duke's video and the **** actual combat of the orcs, the Duke of Barov would sniff at the 50,000 elite soldiers in Duke's mouth.

In this era, the so-called rumors always have too much water.

What 100,000 troops can have 30,000 soldiers is good. Of course, the prince generals of this era are also used to peasant soldiers who have little fighting power and take out straws to the battlefield, and even include auxiliary soldiers who help transport food.

Having felt the threat of the orcs so earnestly, the Duke of Barov made great changes to Duke and the Stormwind Kingdom behind him. In the face of such horrible, organized barbaric races, so many nationals and elite soldiers were preserved. The Duke Barov felt that this was absolutely a miracle.

Duke saw the Duke Barov's heart beat.

A very sincere smile appeared on Duke's face: "Of course, in the final analysis, this is only a very likely future, and there is no absolute certainty that the tribe will come from the Hinterlands. However, Lord Duke, you don't feel that you will sell food for storms. Will the kingdom, Her Majesty Wrynn, and my personal friendship be a good deal? "

At this time, Duke held up three fingers: "On behalf of Stormwind Kingdom, I proposed to the noble family that I purchased 5000 tons of wheat at a premium of 30% over the current market price and paid in cash of Arathor gold coins. As a symbol of personal friendship, I can put ' The new Pearl Route's luxury franchise in Hillbread Hills and Arathi Highlands is unconditionally transferred to you. "

Barov's expression was stunned.

Duke is too refined, 5,000 tons, which is exactly the total amount of aged wheat in the Barov family. If Duke had not secretly collected intelligence, Duke Barov would not believe he was killed.

In this era, storage technology is also quite bad. Even if the millet is stored in a cool and dry cave, the grain will rot for up to 3 years. Of course, Duke Barov knew that as a refugee, it would be good to fill his stomach, but 5000 tons of Chen Gu in exchange for a lot of money and the friendship of the Storm Kingdom was not a bad deal.

Whether for commercial reasons or to buy insurance for the future, the Duke Barov could not think of a reason to refuse.

Duke stood up and stretched out his right hand: "Dear Duke, for the future of the stormy people, and for the future of the entire Azeroth mankind, please promise to help."

As the film emperor, as a leader who is likely to have mastered the future of human life, Duke's smile is very sincere, at least it looks like this.

After looking at his wife, the Duke Barov sighed deeply and stood up together. He also extended his hand to Duke: "Although I still have a lot of doubts about the strength and direction of the tribe, I am not a prophet who sees through the future, but I choose to believe in you who have successfully cultivated such an atmosphere for negotiation, and in such a spirited you. I agreed! "

As the dust settled, Macaroo's heart hanging in the air finally fell into place.

Macaro was not involved in the final defense of Stormwind. He was sent early to take care of the refugee camp in Nanhai Town. If Edwin Vancliff was only the head of the department in charge of construction, he was the real leader before Duke arrived.

Duke made a lot of preparations for the refugee camps in Nanhai Town, from the delimitation of residential areas and functional areas, to the fetching of water, sanitation facilities, and security protection. Duke drew no less than 50 drawings for this.

But the most important food has never been settled.

With the increasing number of refugees, the grain hoarded early in the town of Nanhai has fallen at a rate that is visible to the naked eye. Even if each refugee can only get two small pieces of poor black bread per day, the rate of food consumption cannot be reduced.

After all, some days ago, the number of refugees increased by nearly 10,000 every day.

Now, Duke has negotiated a food deal. Finally, the urgent need was resolved.

The Barov owner smiled and clung to Duke's hand with a smile: "Duke Marcus, I have to discuss this with Her Majesty. If there are no major accidents, passing is not a problem. Aiden is absolutely great. I will listen to me most of the time. In fact, what I want most is your personal friendship. "

Alex Barov is indeed an old and sophisticated man, and Duke heard the taste. There are definitely very few people who can call the king's name directly. As now only Queen Anduin and Lion will call King Lion as Lion. To call the name of King Alterac directly, Duke Barov also awakened his special relationship with the King in a hidden place.

As Duke, who knows the course of history, of course, he would not tell the truth. He also said to the Duke Barov kindly, "I think so too. Otherwise, Uncle Alex will call me Duke." I will be much more comfortable. "

"Duke, I'm glad to meet you."

After all, the two foxes had left the negotiating table and enthusiastically hugged each other.

Duke's negotiations here have made decisive progress, while Lane's negotiations have reached an impasse. No, it should be said that they have not been launched at all!

In the guesthouse of Lordaeron, Lothar kept walking around, and finally hit his fist against a solid wall.

"Jack! How many days! Menethil II refuses to meet us !?"

Lothar's anger was justified, and Ryan and him came to Lordaeron for three days. After the separation of the Arathor Empire, Terenas Menethil II, the king of Lordaeron, the strongest of the seven human kingdoms, refused to meet King Lane because of his illness.

"Calm down, Anduin. The meeting between the king and the king is not as simple as you think." Lane sat down in a chair and took a sip of black tea casually.

"But the tribe is getting stronger every day. The gryphon knights and spies who remain on the other side of the sea find that the door of darkness has been reopened, and a large number of orcs continue to pour into this world, but King Lordaeron refuses to see us. And that duke, he looks at us like a beggar! "Lothar couldn't control his temper.

King Lane put down his delicate tea cup: "The king who lost his land is really no different from a beggar. Anduin, we need patience."

"Patience !? Our enemies are ramping up their troops. The people of our kingdom are starving in Nanhai Town. Let patience go."

At this moment, the only remaining Morning Star court mage who had been guarding the side of Lane suddenly opened his old and muddy eyes.

"His Majesty, the latest news, the negotiation between His Excellency Duke Marcus and the Duke of Barov was a success. He has reached an agreement with the Barov family to purchase 5000 tons of wheat at a premium of 30% over the market price." (To be continued.)