Chapter 207 Negotiation Success

Without Duke's video and the bloody actual battle of the orcs, Duke Barov would have sneered at Duke's 'fifty thousand elite soldiers'.

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

What a 100,000 army, it would be nice to have 30,000 soldiers. Of course, the princes and generals of this era are also accustomed to counting peasant soldiers who have no combat effectiveness and go to the battlefield with a pitchfork, and even auxiliary soldiers who help transport food.

After feeling the threat of the orcs so clearly, Duke Barov has greatly changed his view of Duke and the Stormwind Kingdom behind Duke. Duke Barov felt that it was absolutely a miracle that such a terrifying and organized savage race managed to save so many citizens and elite soldiers.

Duke was moved when he saw Duke Barov.

A very sincere smile appeared on Duke's face: "Of course, in the final analysis, this is only a very possible future, and it is not absolutely certain that the Horde will come from the Hinterlands. However, Your Excellency, don't you think that selling food in exchange for storms Will the kingdom, His Majesty Wrynn, and my personal friendship be a good deal?"

At this time, Duke raised three fingers: "On behalf of the Stormwind Kingdom, I propose to your family to buy 5,000 tons of wheat at a premium of 30% compared to the current market price, and pay in cash with Arathor gold coins. At the same time, as a symbol of personal friendship, I can put ' The exclusive rights of the new Pearl Line' luxury goods in the Hillbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands are unconditionally transferred to you."

Barov's expression was astonished.

Duke is too fine, 5,000 tons, which happens to be the total amount of old wheat of the Barov family. If it was said that Duke hadn't secretly collected information, he wouldn't believe that Duke Barov killed him.

In this era, the storage technology is also quite bad. Even if the millet is stored in a cool and dry cave, the grain will rot within three years at most. Duke Barov certainly knew that as a refugee, it would be nice to be able to fill his stomach, but exchanging 5,000 tons of old grain for a lot of money and the friendship of the Stormwind Kingdom was not a bad deal.

Whether it's from a commercial point of view or buying insurance for the future, Duke Barov couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

Duke stood up and stretched out his right hand: "Your Excellency the Duke, for the future of the people of Stormwind and the future of the entire human race in Azeroth, please agree to help me with this."

As an actor, as a leader who is likely to grasp the future lifeline of mankind, Duke's smile is very sincere, at least it seems so.

After looking at each other, Duke Barov and his wife sighed deeply, and stood up together. He also extended his hand to Duke: "Although I still have a lot of doubts about the strength of the tribe and the direction of the attack, even though I am not a prophet who sees through the future, but I choose to believe in you who created such an atmosphere for the success of the negotiations, and believe in you who are so bold. I agree to this matter!"

As the dust settled, Markaro's heart hanging in the air finally came to fruition.

Marcaro did not take part in Stormwind's final defense. He was sent early to take care of the refugee camp in South Sea Town. If Edwin Van Cleef was only the head of the construction department, before Duke arrived, he was the leader in the true sense.

Duke has done a lot of preparatory work for the refugee camp in Nanhai Town, from the delineation of residential areas and functional areas, to water collection, to sanitation facilities, to safety protection. Duke drew no less than 50 drawings for this purpose.

But the most important food has not been found.

As the number of refugees increased day by day, the food hoarded in Nanhai Town early decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if each refugee can only get two small pieces of poor black bread a day, it still cannot reduce the speed of food consumption.

After all, a while ago, the number of refugees increased by nearly ten thousand every day.

Now, Duke has a grain deal in place. Finally solved the urgent need.

Patriarch Barov held Duke's hand tightly with a smile on his face: "Duke Marcus, I have to discuss this matter with His Majesty the King. If there are no major accidents, passing is not a problem. Aiden is very happy." Most of the time, you will listen to my opinion. In fact, what I want most is your personal friendship."

Alex Barov is indeed an old and refined big man, and Duke can recognize the taste as soon as he hears it. There are definitely very few people who can directly call the king by his name. Just like now, only the queens of Anduin and Llane will call the King of Llane directly as Llane. Being able to call the king of Alterac by his first name directly, Duke Barov also vaguely reminded him of his special relationship with the king.

As Duke who knows the direction of history, of course he will not tell the truth. He also said to Duke Barov very kindly: "I think so too. Otherwise, Uncle Alex will call me Duke directly in the future. In this way I'll be much more at ease."

"Duke, it's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle."

After all, the two foxes had already left the negotiating table and enthusiastically hooked their shoulders together.

Here Duke's negotiations have made decisive progress, while Ryan's negotiations over there have reached an impasse, no, it should be said that they have not progressed at all!

In the state guesthouse in Lordaeron, Lothar kept walking around, and finally hit a solid wall with his fist.

"Bastard! How long has it been! Menethil II refused to meet us!?"

Lothar's anger is justified, Ryan and him have been in Lordaeron for three full days. After the split of the Arathor Empire, King Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom among the seven human kingdoms, refused to meet King Ryan because of his illness.

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

"But the Horde is growing stronger every day. The Griffin Knights and spies I stayed on the other side of the sea found that the Dark Portal has been reopened. A large number of orcs continue to pour into this world, but the King of Lordaeron refuses to even see us. And that bullshit duke, he looked at us like he was looking at a beggar!" Lothar couldn't control his temper.

King Lane put down his exquisite teacup: "A king who lost his land is indeed no different from a beggar. Anduin, we need to be patient."

"Patience!? Our enemies are increasing their troops crazily, and the people of our kingdom are starving in Southsea Town. Let patience go to hell."

At this time, the only surviving Morning Star court mage in the kingdom who had been guarding Ryan suddenly opened his old and cloudy eyes.

"Your Majesty, the latest news is that the negotiations between His Excellency Duke Marcus and Duke Barov have been successful. He has reached an agreement with the Barov family to purchase 5,000 tons of wheat at a 30% premium over the market price."