klisemfg Chapter 311 The general trend
Chapter 311 The general trend
"What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you looking at? Get down! Get down right now! Get down, get down, get down!"
Before it got dark, Luo Lin carefully examined the dilapidated shelter halfway up the mountain. However, after only glancing at the heavily guarded old building, a hysterical shout came from beside him.
The newcomer was none other than Syd, the so-called Chief Sheriff of Hillsbrad, the mayor's nephew, and the militia captain, who had just returned to town...
He drew his short sword and shouted incessantly, his chest protected by a bearskin armor, which gave him a somewhat heroic air.
Look closely, the short swords are light and nimble. He's carrying two, so he's probably an assassin-type fighter.
In reality, he didn't have the strength to lift a two-handed greatsword. Wearing leather armor and carrying two short swords, he was more intimidating than an ordinary farmer carrying a pitchfork.
The Hillsbrad militia come with their own weapons—hammers, sickles, forks, shovels, you name it...
Saide's equipment was already quite good; the fine armor and weapons forged by the blacksmith were only provided to the mayor's personal guard. The rest were sold as goods, and ordinary residents had to buy them from the blacksmith as payment for their labor.
Of course, the thousand pairs of horseshoes and pots and pans provided to the lakeside camp this time were considered military supplies and were borne by the entire population of Hillsbrad.
After all, he was an assistant invited by the town mayor on behalf of the people...
Stormwind's supplies will only be provided to the cavalry company of the Seventh Legion, the Stormpike Expeditionary Force in the Alterac Mountains, and a portion of the recruit camps in Southshore.
The remaining townspeople who refused to evacuate towards Elwynn Forest, besides being self-sufficient, also had to pay taxes—taxes to the kingdom and the lord. The tradition of tithes, a long-standing practice, involves surrendering one-tenth of all resources in various forms...
The obligations of lords or nobles who submit to human kingdoms are to pay taxes to the king, send troops to defend the king during wartime, and plunder city-states, people, or land together, then divide the spoils according to their merits...
After the battle, everyone went home...
The lords acted with impunity; whether the people under their rule lived well or poorly depended entirely on the temperament of the lords and nobles...
The king generally does not interfere in other matters.
So-called human kingdoms and civilizations are nothing more than this...
The Arathor Empire's past model inevitably led to its fragmentation into numerous city-states, with those skilled in governance naturally rising to prominence, becoming dominant powers and independent states. The Menethil family of Lordaeron was one of the most prominent among them, and was once a great noble family within the Arathor tribes.
Conversely, the warlords of Stromgarde, descendants of the Great General, have maintained the old governance model for the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
Prince Galin of Stromgarde could not find the reason for his current state as a bandit, and could only attribute it to the bullying of Stormwind City or the betrayal of the people of Arathi Highlands. In the end, all his resentment was directed at the Scourge.
Prince Galin, the Marshal of the Human Alliance forces at the lakeside camp, led all his possessions to attack the shores of Lordaeron Lake, gambling that this human counterattack could strike at the heart of the enemy, reclaim the land, and destroy the puppets left behind by the Forsaken or the Scourge.
This plan was devised by Master Anslem, the representative of the human faction of the Kirin Tor and the Silver Covenant's spokesperson.
The new elite representatives of the Stormwind Alliance, Countess Katarina & Presto and Archbishop Benedictus of Light, fully support them.
Even the usually solitary Scarlet Crusade Admiral Barry Wayne stepped forward to offer his full cooperation. Tyrande and Fordring, representing the Scarlet Crusade, commanded the troops to coordinate with Marshal Garin's lakeside camp operation.
The dwarven general Stormpike is currently unable to spare any time, as they are engaged in a fierce battle with General Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf Clan in Alterac Valley. However, they have authorized and requested Ironforge to order the Mountain Rangers' various outposts to support the front lines. The dwarven steam tanks, scout helicopters, musketeer squads, and mortar teams are undoubtedly the strongest support force.
Moreover, a large number of griffon thunder riders are gathering at Eagle's Nest. Overall, the situation is unfavorable for the Forsaken, as the Alliance forces are mobilizing from all sides...
Undercity, preoccupied with a recent secret pact with the Kirin Tor and with the Queen dealing with internal rebellions and new troubles in Silvermoon City, paid almost no attention to the front lines. All offensive plans were entrusted to the second boss, the Dreadlord Varimathras. Lorraine and her apprentice had long known of his clandestine machinations with the Scarlet Crusade, and even his long-standing secret connections with Scholomance. Both the Horde and the Alliance were riddled with infiltration, yet Lorraine, an outsider, held little influence...
So far, they have not been able to meet with the Queen to explain the situation.
Of course, his lingering in the Alterac Mountains was also one of the reasons he couldn't return to Undercity...
More importantly, in the face of overwhelming trends, the difficulties and obstacles individuals face in proactively going against the tide are unprecedented. Only a fool would go against the tide; only a hero would defy the odds in life... As my teacher said, even if you know everyone is wrong, you can't be the only one who thinks he's smart and call everyone else a fool.
That kind of behavior is truly foolish... It's a classic case of asking for trouble, solving no problems at all, making you a laughingstock, and even turning you into an internal enemy.
The teacher insisted on opposing our decision to return directly to Undercity.
The apprentice naturally couldn't say much...
What followed left him little time to think; a new situation arose, a series of mistakes that required the teacher's intervention...
For now, he can only endure and wait a day, because the cooldown time for the Mirror of Truth artifact is roughly one day. It's important to understand that controlling the upper body is very different from simply concealing one's identity through appearance without fighting.
This is why the artifact grants a very short time to fully acquire Archmage skills and control the user.
The master and apprentice didn't quite understand the specifics, since their adoptive father hadn't explained the artifact's many uses and limitations. They could only guess that once the next part was found, Roland's control over his body would increase, something his adoptive father had mentioned from the beginning.
The teacher did not fully explain the original agreement with the Destroyer of All Realms, nor did he dare to explicitly state what the Supreme Will had mentioned: that once the body was fully found, the disciple might completely lose control of the body.
Now, after seventeen days of struggle, they have recovered both eyes and obtained the divine artifact, the Mirror of Truth.
The current disguise is a perfect use of the gift from my godfather.
The problem is that you can't act rashly, as it's easy to break through the disguise... Therefore, the teacher's human form is not perfect and has too many limitations. When suddenly reprimanded, Roland can only patiently wait for the other party's next move.
The militia captain was very unhappy. In the lakeside camp, he was just an outsider, responsible for delivering food, clothes, and other necessities to the old men.
He was also in charge of the town's laborers and guards; in short, he did all the hard and tiring work. The mayor's nephew, the most powerful man in Hillsbrad, was nothing more than a servant in front of the newly arrived Kirin Tor battlemage order.
Frustrated, he had just been about to go talk to Mayor Bourne, looking quite aggrieved...
Looking up, I bumped into Rolin, a black-haired, buzz-cut man with glasses, spying on the asylum. A stranger, very suspicious. I drew my sword and stepped forward to interrogate him...
Despite the militia captain's curses, Rolin stood silently, listening, waiting for the young man to approach, his face expressionless...
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