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Busy. Everyone in the Kingdom of Gilneas, from top to bottom, had begun bustling about.
Rex had even more to do. Since he intended to move against Darrowshire, preparations naturally had to begin.
Darrowshire lay at the southernmost end of the Eastern Plaguelands. Reaching it meant passing through the Western Plaguelands.
The Western Plaguelands covered less ground than the Eastern Plaguelands, but the devastation there was particularly severe because of its proximity to Lordaeron City. Not a single intact area remained in the Western Plaguelands; all the land had died.
Thus, the Kingdom of Gilneas would have to march all the way from Lordaeron City to Darrowshire.
There would be nowhere to replenish supplies along the way. They would have to carry everything themselves, which raised another issue: Lordaeron City was too far from Darrowshire, stretching their lines too thin.
Overextended lines naturally gave rise to another difficulty: supplying the army.
Throughout history, countless wars had been lost not because the soldiers lacked skill, but because their lines stretched too far. Once their supplies were cut off, their armies collapsed. Examples were too numerous to count.
Naturally, this expedition had to account for that danger.
Large quantities of grain began to be stockpiled. With the harvest just completed, food was not a concern, but the army's movements within Lordaeron City could not be concealed from others, nor was there any way to hide them.
The Military District was tightly guarded, making surveillance impossible, but preventing it elsewhere was out of the question.
As the strongest human kingdom, the Kingdom of Gilneas drew particular attention. Many people watched its every move. The moment word spread of its grain stockpiling, spies from the other kingdoms knew that