It was a fine city in the making. Let them talk. No matter how strongly Dalaran objected, would it dare break outright with the Kingdom of Gilneas? Would it dare take up arms?
It would not!
In that case, why bother with it?
Rex glanced at Jaina. His original intention in building a city here would not change. Whatever objections Dalaran raised, they would change nothing.
Jaina had realized this too. After her attempts to persuade him proved fruitless, she decisively dropped the subject.
Rex gazed at Peace Town. How could anyone else know what he was thinking?
There were already around a hundred thousand people here, with tens of thousands of soldiers engaged in garrison farming. But the population would grow far beyond that. Rex intended to relocate everyone from Darrowshire here.
All told, that would amount to several hundred thousand people. The wasteland in the Hillsbrad Foothills near the Alterac Mountains could all be reclaimed through manual labor.
The first year would be hard, but by the second, they would begin to prosper.
By the third year, they would no longer need support from the Kingdom of Gilneas. Instead, they would contribute to it, turning this place into one of the kingdom's major grain-producing regions.
The army here would be made up of men who were both farmers and soldiers. With ogres, bandits, and others to fight, they would have no shortage of combat.
When the time came, they would serve as the vanguard for an invasion of the Alterac Mountains. This plan would achieve several goals at once. If a mere threat from Dalaran were enough to force him to abandon it, Rex might as well lead his troops to conquer Dalaran instead.
Glancing at Jaina, Rex knew that her silence did not mean she had given