At first glance, it looked like an impossible task. Yet he had seized one opportunity after another, cleverly and gradually making it possible. Yiluo Chenfeng strongly suspected that he had already begun putting his plan for The Hinterlands into motion back in Quel'Thalas.
Long before coming to The Hinterlands, he had already been stockpiling grain nonstop. Even now, Shalandis Isle still had plenty of his granaries filled with grain. During that same period, a mysterious fire had broken out on Shalandis Isle, burning all its trees to death.
He had used those dead trees to build a harbor, granaries, and a great many kinds of housing. More conveniently still, all the trees replanted on Shalandis Isle bore fruit that elves could eat as a staple. Thousands of acres of fruit trees! In a few more years, it would become an enormous granary that would have every elf drooling.
Could all of this really have happened by accident? Who would believe that, not long ago, this island had been a remote wasteland occupied by murlocs? Murlocs had once been a major nuisance the elves despised. Who could have imagined that they would now be a prized resource the various forces fought over?
The Windrunner Burning Legion and the Farstriders had even argued for a while over the murlocs. In the end, to obtain Shalandis Isle, the former had been forced to surrender its training grounds in Goldenmist Village to the Farstriders.
Wherever he went, it seemed the value of everything had to be reassessed. Take those two large transport ships the navy had been unable to sell for ages. Once he modified them and loaded them with gryphon air units, they became mobile air bases that could sail to any stretch of sea to support ground operations.
Weren't the King and