Golden autumn has passed and winter is approaching. At this time when the weather is getting colder and humans are wearing more clothes, the orcs who are extremely tolerant feel extremely cool.
Why don't you do something in such nice weather?
As a result, the tribe reduced its forces, and the second large-scale legion-level battle was about to begin.
The Hinterlands are guarded by the Wildhammer dwarves, the road to the Hinterlands is blocked by Durnholde Castle, the Arathi Highlands are separated by Thoradin's Wall, and Thoradin's Wall is guarded by the Stromgarde army.
Lothar suddenly realized that it seemed a waste to throw an army of 17,000 people in the southern theater.
As a result, the alliance's 10,000-strong army, including Carlos's regiment, received an order to go north to join the main force.
"When I came, the leaves were still green, but when I left, it was already the time when the cicadas were chirping. Time flies so fast!" Carlos couldn't help but sigh.
Unknowingly, he turned eighteen. Carlos, for some reason, remembered the snowman king at his coming-of-age ceremony, his father and mother, his two stupid brothers, and Ilucia.
If there hadn't been this war, he should have married some noble girl. If your marksmanship is better, your son will be able to crawl.
"How can you pretend to be serious at a young age? Why don't you have time to command the troops to pack their bags?" Uncle Fang couldn't stand Carlos' sad look and said angrily sarcastically.
"Everything needs to be done by a general, but what should an officer do?" Carlos said irresponsibly.
"If those soldiers under your command hear it, your image will be ruined." Fang Bian said sarcastically.
"Ever since I heard some strange rumors about tearing apart orcs, I no longer think I have any image."
Hearing this, Fang Brick tilted his head with some guilt.
"Uncle Fang Brick, just tell me what's going on." Carlos suddenly lost the mood to continue chatting.
"There is a communication coming from over there, saying that there is a force secretly targeting you, preparing to remove your military power and kick you back to the Silver Hand." Fang Bian leaned next to Carlos and whispered.
"Don't pay attention to a bunch of clowns and boring tricks." Carlos stretched, "Anduin Lothar has the final say in the current alliance."
The disharmonious episode did not affect Carlos' mood, and he headed north. A week later, Carlos's legion, as the fastest-moving force in the southern theater, first arrived at the alliance headquarters camp outside Nanhai Town.
"Marshal Lothar, Commander of the ** Corps Carlos Barov is here to report."
In the command tent, Carlos met Lothar. In less than a year, Lothar looked much older. Although there was always fatigue wiping away from the corners of his eyes, his deep gaze still exuded breathtaking power.
"Thank you, Major General Barov. Or can I call you Carlos?"
Although Lothar had met Carlos during the formation of the alliance, and was surprised by that little guy who was so strong at the age of sixteen, But Anduin Lothar, who was troubled by many things, really didn't have a good relationship with Carlos. They had spoken, and Carlos had no intention of making friends with Lothar.
So when the two people who had known each other for almost two years met again, they were as polite as strangers.
"Just call me Carlos."
"Honestly, I should apologize to you, the youngest major general in the alliance. I originally transferred you to the south to protect your safety. After all, your status is somewhat special. But..."
Carlos put his palm on Carlos' shoulder and pressed it heavily.
"Yes, you have done a really good job, which is impressive. Based on your merits and contributions, there is no problem in being promoted to the rank of lieutenant general or commanding a reorganized army. But..."
This was the second time Lothar had failed. Lothar smiled and shook his head. He took back his hand on Carlos's shoulder, walked to the short table aside, poured two glasses of black gin, and handed one of the glasses to Carlos. Los.
"Your father lobbies everywhere, hoping that you will become the commander-in-chief of the front army instead of the youngest lieutenant general in the human kingdom. What a loving father. And some people hope that I will transfer you back to the headquarters, like Turalyon As my deputy, those people really treat me like a fool. And your old friends in the Knights of the Silver Hand really hope you can come back. To be honest, if it weren't for the various things in the Coordination Alliance that consume me too much You have so much energy. I, an old guy like you, really want to compete with you. Turalyon, that idiot who can’t speak his mind, spread the news that you are the number one paladin in the alliance. As a result, Uther and Saidan Dathrohan followed. Why are you joking? I will add unnecessary trouble to you for no reason."
Carlos drank the contents of the glass in one gulp, then took the initiative to take the empty wine glass from Lothar's hand, put the empty glass back on the table, then returned to the original position and stood at attention.
"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, none of this matters. I just want to know what your plans are for me next."
"No rush, you need to rest for a few days. It's been almost a year since I stayed in the wilderness. Relax. I'll give you three days' leave. Go to Nanhai Town to have some fun. We'll talk about it when you come back. Look at my memory. , Nanhai Town is still the territory of your Barov family, hahahaha!"
After Lothar finished speaking, he said a few more polite words and then let Carlos go.
As soon as he left Lothar's camp, he saw Turalyon, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Uther, and Gavinrad waiting for him outside.
"Hey! Carlos, I heard that you tore apart orcs in the south and shot a warg in the head with an arrow from 800 meters away. Are these true?" Turalyon, who is familiar with me, had a very curious expression on his face. .
Except for the more mature Uther, who shook his head helplessly, the other guys were holding back their laughter, preparing to see Carlos's joke.
"Have you made any progress with Alleria?"
Carlos's light words immediately made Turalyon lose all his momentum.
"What...what's going on? The relationship between Alleria and I is pure friendship!"
Gavin Ladd couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, yes, doesn't Mr. Turalyon, our alliance's second-in-command, just want to have some pure sexual relations with Miss Alleria Windrunner?"
Carlos said calmly.
"Hey! Carlos, I want to duel you!"
Turalyon screamed with a look on his face.
"Oh, it turns out there's no progress."
Carlos didn't take the move at all, but the guys watching the fun started laughing.
"Okay, we've had enough trouble. Let's go. Find a place to have a drink and have a good time together." Uther stood up and said.
Turalyon wasn't really angry. After some fighting, the atmosphere among the friends who hadn't seen each other for years became lively, and they walked away arm in arm.
Anduin Lothar stood at the window and watched the emotional exchanges between several young people. He couldn't help but smile and sighed in his heart that it was great to be young.
After returning to his desk and sitting down, Lothar took out an unsigned letter from the drawer, thought about it and put it back.
Lothar felt that it was better not to tell Carlos some things. As long as he was still sitting in the position of generalissimo in this alliance, he could always protect the young people from some wind and rain.
