Kites got up early and went to the bathroom in his pajamas.
Standing before a full-length mirror taller than himself in the bathroom, Kites looked solemn and carefully spoke to his reflection:
"You are destined to be a great King."
"You need to prove to the world that you are better than Vol'jin and Garrosh, that you are Savior as great as Thrall."
"The world will remember your achievements. Even thousands of years from now, people will still sing your praises for your greatness, your courage, and your contributions to the world."
Taking a deep breath, Kites felt his blood rushing to his head, and then said to himself:
"Your Varian, you are also Lo'gosh."
Kites was unwilling to settle for mediocrity and was determined to achieve great things, but as he learned more about the Kingdom of Stormwind's strength, he began to realize how difficult it was to assemble an expeditionary force.
Last time, Kites lost 20,000 troops, but they didn't die in the icy wilderness of Northrend, much to the military's disappointment.
The military is currently keeping a close watch on him, making it difficult to mobilize enough troops.
Moreover, the Kingdom of Stormwind is not wealthy, and sending a large army to Northrend would incur huge costs.
This meant drawing troops from various places, even conscripting farmers, and requisitioning grain from various territories, which was tantamount to robbing food from the mouths of the people.
Adding in the costs of weapons, equipment, and logistical supplies, the Kingdom of Stormwind's treasury could not bear the strain.
But Kites, eager to save face and make a name for himself, didn't care about such things anymore.
After washing up with the help of his maid and having breakfast, Kites pondered deeply and realized the biggest problem.
He lacked both skill and strategy, and failed to build a loyal following.
Such a major undertaking as the expedition to Northrend is difficult to pass through resolutions. Even if the King issues a forced order, or even threatens the power of the Goldrinn, various delays can lead to bankruptcy.
Thinking of these insurmountable difficulties, Kites almost gave up.
After the meal, a guard delivered a secret letter, saying it was from Theramore and that Lady Jaina had instructed that it must be delivered to the King personally.
Kites suspiciously opened the secret letter, and was shocked to find a long list of contacts established by the Peace Dove in Stormwind City.
The list of people was far larger than imagined, including important military generals, officials in charge of various key departments, nobles with vast resources, and merchants with enormous Wealth.
The secret letter also included magical contact information and marked various secret locations.
By using a special, coded magical symbol, Kites will become the highest-ranking official of the Peace Dove in Kingdom of Stormwind, with power equal to that of Jaina.
Kites took a deep breath, knowing he had to make a decision.
If this list were made public, the Peace Dove could be completely driven out of Kingdom of Stormwind, accomplishing what even the Black Dragon Princess couldn't do, and winning immense honor for herself.
Alternatively, this list can be used to consolidate the power of the Peace Dove.
Jaina couldn't enter Stormwind City. Although the Peace Dove possessed great power, they were actually a disorganized group, with members unaware of each other's identities and unable to unite.
If Kites were to appear as King, the Peace Dove would become a semi-legal secret organization, serving as the King's right-hand man and wielding unimaginable power.
An expedition to Northrend is not a difficult task.
Kites struggled internally for a long time, but in the end, his personal ambition and desires prevailed. He hid in a secret room and, following the magical communication method in the secret letter, conveyed the information about the gathering to the members of the Peace Dove in Stormwind City.
At night, Kites, traveling light, entered a manor in Elwynn Forest.
Inside the manor Castle's main hall, Kites looked down at the dense crowd below. Beneath those cloaks and hoods, how many dignified officials and renowned nobles were hidden?
Of course, the attendees were only a part of the Peace Doves, you could say they were core members.
Kites stepped onto the stage and displayed the magical symbol in his hand.
"I am your leader, and also the King of Stormwind City."
A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted throughout the manor.
Almost overnight, with the help of the Peace Dove, and with King Kites at its core, the massive war machine of the Kingdom of Stormwind was successfully put into operation.
Following a series of personnel changes, the decree to wage war against the Zul'Drak Empire was quickly passed, and the conscription of troops from various regions proceeded smoothly.
Under the King's firm orders, the people were forced to hand over their surplus grain.
Before long, an army of 50,000 soldiers was reorganized and set off for Stormwind City. The port of Stormwind City was filled with thousands of sails and mountains of war materials.
Teams boarded the ships one after another, heading towards the Valiance Keep of the Borean Tundra.
At this moment, Kites was full of confidence, feeling that everything was under control.
The only point of contention within the military is how to wage war against the Zul'Drak Empire.
The crux of the matter lies in Drak'Tharon Keep. The military generals unanimously believe that Drak'Tharon Keep must be captured to ensure the stability of the rear and prevent the Horde from cutting off their Horde.
But Drak'Tharon Keep is already a city of the Undead; even if all 50,000 soldiers were sent in, it probably wouldn't be enough to conquer it.
Kites was also aware of this problem, but eager to make a name for Kites, he paid no heed to these concerns and shouted at the generals present:
"We must trust the Horde. Not only will Horde not cut off our retreat, but they will also protect us. Besides, I have a full army of 50,000. Even if the Horde has any schemes, they will find it difficult to succeed. My order is to bypass Drak'Tharon Keep and attack the Zul'Drak Empire directly."
There were no objections.
Archbishop Benedictus had never felt so helpless.
The Peace Dove, whom Jaina had painstakingly tried to eradicate, had unexpectedly become the King's accomplice overnight. Benedictus had to admit that Jaina's risky move was brilliant.
A King acts recklessly and arbitrarily will inevitably bring disaster to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Benedictus believer in the Holy Light, was still full of energy, but he felt old and didn't know how to deal with the dire situation before him.
Having mastered the power of the Peace Dove, Kites was no longer the isolated King; his power was now difficult to contend with.
Benedictus had to find a solution from the cracks, and after days of deep thought in the prayer room, Benedictus found a glimmer of hope.
Kites certainly wouldn't let this opportunity to personally lead the expedition slip by. This time, he brought enough high-ranking Court Mages with him. Before setting off, he heard that Benedictus was coming to pay his respects. Kites hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.
Benedictus looked much older than the last time they met. He bowed respectfully and said in a strong voice:
"Your King, I have a plan that can help you successfully conquer the Zul'Drak Empire."
Kites' eyebrows twitched slightly, his expression cold:
"Very well, Archbishop, I'd like to hear your advice."
Benedictus whispered:
"King Majesty, the Drakkari Frost Trolls are not a major threat; it is the Loa who are the real danger. If our army bypasses Drak'Tharon Keep and attacks the Zul'Drak Empire's homeland directly, the Loa will surely unite. Even if our army wins then, it will be a Pyrrhic victory."
"What is there to fear from the Loa?"
Kites opened his eyes wide and asked, "What's your solution?"