When Duque announced that he would be donating a million Arathor gold coins on behalf of Stormwind, the entire banquet hall was in an uproar. Perhaps one could say that Duque was putting on a show, but it was still a show. When Makarov brought his men to the plaza outside the banquet hall and opened the chests to show everyone the shiny gold coins, the entire hall was left with nothing but awe and admiration.
Duque did not give the money to anyone else, but to the Archbishop of the Church of Holy Light, Alonsos Faol.
A long time ago in the Dalajan, a Lordaeron missionary threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish. "I hope that one day I can spread the Way of the Holy Light to every commoner, and teach them the meaning of the three virtues."
This missionary was the Archbishop of the Holy Light, Alonsos Faol. His footsteps covered every city on the continent, and his name as the Saint of Mercy had long been recognized by the entire continent. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the synonym of justice and holiness in this era.
Duque said sincerely, "I believe that the Archbishop will distribute the funds fairly."
Every king was willing to believe in Alonsos's character. All of a sudden, the losses caused by the invasion of the Horde did not seem to be too painful.
What did a million gold coins mean? Among the seven kingdoms, this was already the annual income of a mid-tier kingdom. For example, a small mountainous kingdom like Alterac only had a few hundred thousand gold coins in their treasury. Of course, this had to do with the fact that the king's territories were poor, while the Barov family was extremely rich.
The only ones who could easily take out a million gold coins were Kurtiras, who traveled all over the world as a merchant, the inhumane Mage Kingdom of Dalaran, and the Rotterdam Kingdom, which had the most fertile and rich land.
Now, Duque's act of sending money after the fleet was like adding fuel to the fire. All of a sudden, the pretentious souls of the kings were awakened.
"Kurtiras, two million." King Dellin, who had just received the benefits, raised two fingers.
The Dalajan Speaker, the old man who read Tycoon and wrote Antonidas, smiled and raised three fingers.
Since the small countries below were acting tough, the King of Lordaeron, who considered himself to be the number one fighter in the world of acting tough, raised his palm.
"Hiss …" After the nobles gasped, they naturally burst into thunderous applause.
An astronomical figure of eleven million gold coins!
Just thinking about it made his whole body tremble.
But if you thought about it, you would know that Terenas was very smart. It was because the Rotterdam Kingdom would definitely send out the most troops. If nothing went wrong, he would be the one who would suffer the most losses. In fact, it was very likely that the money would end up in the hands of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
But it didn't matter, the effect had been achieved.
Originally, during the meeting, they hadn't decided how many troops each clan would send. As the commander of the Alliance, Lothar had to discuss these matters one by one. This was the public relations of the banquet. Lothar didn't expect Duque to put on such a good show, which greatly lightened his workload.
Archbishop Alonsos struck while the iron was hot. "For the future of mankind, for the future of this world, it's a good thing that the countries have the money to contribute and send their troops, isn't it?"
"Of course, as the leader of the alliance, I announce that the first batch of troops from the Rotterdam Kingdom will be led by Duke Alexandros Mograine, and his deputy will be General Abbendis. The first batch of troops will be 100,000."
100,000 troops. How bold was that? It was definitely the most exaggerated standing military force among the kingdoms that had yet to enter a full state of war.
One had to know that Stormwind City, which originally had 20,000 to 30,000 regular troops, now had 50,000 elite troops. Of course, the war potential of the Rotterdam Kingdom was far more than that.
The other kings who couldn't afford it were embarrassed.
King Solas of Stormgard said loudly, "The Arathi Highlands don't need any knights for the time being. Chief Commander Lothar, you will see the Highland Knights of the Torrential Fortress within a week."
King Zeon of Gilneas said in a low voice, "You will see the first, second, and third infantry regiments of Gilneas."
At this time, King Eden of Alterac, who had always been experienced and tactful, couldn't keep his face any longer. "The Eagle Knights of the Alterac Royal Family will be under your command within a week. Chief Commander Lothar. "
Knights and cavalry were two different concepts. Even though they were both riding horses, knights were much more superior than cavalry!
Every knight had to start as a poor knight candidate. They were usually servants who followed official knights to learn horsemanship, combat, etiquette, and other knowledge. Then, they had to prepare a warhorse and a set of armor.
Don't underestimate a set of armor. A qualified knight's armor, unless it was passed down from generation to generation, was not something that ordinary people could afford even if they worked hard for a lifetime.
If it was before Duque's transmigration, it would be equivalent to preparing one million RMB. Note that this was only the price of the armor, not the horse. Not just any horse could be used as a warhorse. Ordinary horses could not possibly bear the weight of a few hundred kilograms of armor and human.
It was not cheap for a warhorse to bear such a weight and charge at high speed. If converted to RMB, it would be more than 500,000 RMB.
Basically, at a glance, any standing horse that was less than 1.7 meters tall was not a warhorse.
So, raising a knight regiment was equivalent to raising at least five infantry regiments. These knight regiments were the treasures of the various kings and were rarely seen. The Gilneas Kingdom lacked horses, so they directly pulled out their main infantry regiment.
When Antonidas told Lothar that there would be a group of 200 mages led by one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council, Lothar was grinning from ear to ear. He gave Duke a thumbs up.
"Thank you, child. I see a holy light in you. You have a beautiful heart that shines brighter than gold." The next moment, when Alonsos' wrinkled hand touched Duque's shoulder, Duque's entire body emitted waves of gentle platinum light.
This was the effect of Duke inheriting the moral integrity of a certain Mage God.
"Haha! Child, I didn't expect that apart from your amazing talent in the Path of Mystery, you also have unparalleled talent in the Path of Holy Light. If one day, you can't continue on the Path of Mystery, the Stratholme Cathedral's door will be open for you. "
Awkward! What an awkward situation!
So, after inheriting Medivh's moral integrity, I can become a Holy Priest?!
Duque thought that as a modern transmigrator, even if he became a priest, he would only be a Shadow Priest.
This feeling was really like a dog crying!
Not only Duque, but the other nobles were also pointing at Duque. No one thought that Duque, who burned 100,000 orcs to death, had the heart of a saint.
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