Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

As the only son of Solas, Garin should be the heir to the throne in the future if nothing unexpected happens.

Garin just came to his senses and figured out why his father agreed so easily to let him form an army.

This is to build a future team by myself, and also to let Garin gain military merit. Since ancient times, there are only two aspects for a smooth transition of the throne.

The first is legitimacy. You have to be good enough to stand out from the many people who have the right of inheritance, get the recognition of the old king, and announce to the outside world that you are the crown prince of the kingdom. This is righteousness and status.

The second is to have prestige and be able to suppress the older generation of ministers.

This prestige is the reputation among the civil officials, which can make all officials support you and stabilize the situation in the court. It can also be military merit. You can command the support of hundreds of people in the army and beat whoever you want. Who dares to say no?

Didn’t you see how Mr. Zhu killed many old ministers in the later period in order to ensure that his grandson could sit firmly on the throne? Wasn’t it because he couldn’t control his eldest grandson?

Solas is paving the way for Garen. Stromgarde is a martial arts-oriented country, and the military power in one's hands is the real power. Nothing is more convincing than being able to win battles.

Solas did the same thing back then. He established an order of highland knights and defeated the forest trolls. For ten years, they did not dare to invade the borders of the kingdom on a large scale and only dared to engage in small-scale exploratory conflicts.

It was only when Garin returned to his own courtyard that he figured out what was going on. So he asked Omar to spread the news that he was forming an army, and then he waited for the opportunity in the courtyard of the castle.

After the news that the crown prince was forming an independent army spread throughout the aristocratic circle, those noble children like Fadil who had no inheritance rights would most likely choose to attach themselves to him after learning of the news.

This is an inevitable choice for the nobles and also the best way out for the young sons of the nobles. After all, the contemporary king has only one son, so there is no need to worry about standing on the wrong side.

Garin received Fadil Dabire in his study.

He still has a good impression of the Dabire family. The contemporary Earl Dabire is a powerful wizard who is obsessed with the arcane and has an almost crazy obsession with magic experiments.

Once upon a time, Garen wanted to choose to be a mage instead of the current warrior. After all, heaven is on the left and warriors are on the right. Or the mage master An Yi, Blizzard's favorite son, is elegant, graceful, and a symbol of knowledge.

Later, Solas asked Count Dabire to teach Garin. After more than half a year, the Count found that Garin had extraordinary mental power, but he could not cast spells, even ice arrows and fireballs. Garin had no choice but to follow his father to learn martial arts.

The Dabire family is also one of the few families that choose to stay in Arathi Highlands during the future natural disaster period, rather than follow Jaina West to the Kalimdor continent for refuge. Perhaps they can't give up the family's fiefdom, or they can't bear to give up their huge family business.

But who cares why? They chose to stay and provide help to the last people of Stromgarde in the Valley of Refuge. In Garin's opinion, in a sense, the Dabirey family has achieved coexistence and death with Stromgarde.

Garin looked at Fadil. He had long golden hair tied into a ponytail. He wore a blue long-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and black trousers. He looked energetic and capable.

"Good day, Your Highness." Fadil greeted Garin after entering the study.

After asking him to sit down, Jialin asked him, "How is Mr. Dabilei's health recently?"

"Father is in good health, but he is still obsessed with magic experiments and rarely pays attention to other things."

There was a hint of resentment in Fadil's tone, because his father was obsessed with magic and left all family affairs to his mother, and his mother favored his eldest brother. Otherwise, Fadil would not be so worried about the future.

"Your Highness, I heard that you are about to form an army and head to the southeast mining area to guard against the trolls in Deadwood Village?" Fadil went straight to the point, seeming a little anxious and impatient, but considering his age and his experience in the army, Garin actually liked his innocent look.

"Yes, father has agreed to my request to form an army, and has also given me the mining rights to the southeast mining area." Garin has been meeting with Solas these days. He has learned that Solas has transferred an elite Highland cavalry squad back to Stromgarde, which will arrive in the next two days. At that time, Garin will prepare to hold a swearing-in ceremony.

After receiving Garin's affirmative reply, Fadil was excited and blurted out:

"Your Highness, can I join your army?"

"Sure, no problem. The team is still in its infancy and is in great need of people. I'm glad you can join."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Although Fadil knew that the prince would most likely not refuse his surrender, he was still a little nervous when he walked into the study. Now that he got the prince's definite answer and accepted his surrender, his heart finally settled down.

"I can now appoint you as the captain of the third brigade in advance. Your first task is to recruit members on your own. The number of vacancies is tentatively set at 300, and the strength is limited to above the first level. You are more familiar with the noble children of our generation than I am. You can nominate two team captains to be under your command. The candidates must be approved by me, and I will give you the appointment letter at that time."

There is such a good thing? Fadil was overjoyed. Wouldn't it mean that I could be the boss of those bastards? They are lawless and arrogant. Wouldn't they have to call me Captain?

"You are the first person to come to me, Fadil. I will remember you if there is any benefit. Tell the noble children who are willing to join us that I intend to give up the mining rights of the North No. 1 Mine in the Southeast Mining Area for three years. The highest bidder will win. Of course, your family can also invest in partnership, and we will share the output of the mine according to the investment ratio."

Another piece of bombshell news was thrown out by Garin, which almost made Fadil faint. Three years of collection rights was an incredible fortune. The southeast mining area was a famous rich mine, but it was temporarily abandoned for some reasons.

Garin has read Solas's plan, and it is expected that as early as next year, they will start to fight against the gradually resurrecting trolls in Deadwood Village and resume production. However, Garin knows that the kingdom in the original time and space did not have time to launch this plan. It may have been shelved for various reasons. A few years later, the orcs invaded, and then the ogres of the Stonefist tribe occupied this land.

When Fadil walked out of the courtyard, he still had an incredible expression on his face. He probably couldn't understand why the prince was willing to contract out the mining rights.

Jialin is short of money, extremely short of money.

He had to contract one of the mines he had already acquired to the nobles. There was no other way. He did not have enough troops to open a branch mine at this stage, but he wanted to develop quickly, so he could only recharge gold coins into the base.

Solas didn't have any extra gold coins to support Garin, so Garin came up with this idea. The nobles were all very rich, but if they wanted to obediently send gold coins to Garin's pocket, it would not work without sufficient benefits.

It’s only three years, just consider it as fundraising.

Jialin could only comfort himself in this way. On the surface, he looked calm and acted as if he regarded money as dirt, but in his heart he had already banged his head on the ground and was bleeding in pain.