In the tavern in Nanhai Town, six first-generation paladins were bragging and teasing each other.
Even the eldest Uther is only a young man in his twenties and possesses the vitality that a young man should have.
Having seen too many familiar people take their lives in war, the more ruthless a soldier is on the battlefield, the more he cherishes the reunion with his friends. However, in this era without video games and football, men get together to drink, and in addition to bragging, they only talk about women.
"Carlos, as a love expert, tell me, how should I have anything to do with a high elf? I have had countless opportunities to get close to her, but in more than a year, I have said less than fifty words in total."
The melancholy atmosphere surrounding Turalyon was about to solidify.
"Shouldn't you ask Tirion or Uther this question? I generally don't involve emotions in problems that can be solved with money."
Obviously he is just a newbie in love, but Carlos pretends to be dismissive of the world and refuses to show his timidity on this issue.
"Tirion Fordring is the epitome of devotion. You asked the wrong person." Lafayette said, "I am a good man. I have the face of a good man, and I have kept myself clean."
"Don't ask me, I won't go back to my hometown to get married until the war is over." Uther took out a pendant and opened it to show his fiancée's portrait to several other friends.
"I feel like you just said something outrageous, Uther!" Carlos filled up the wine for Uther, and the two drank another drink.
"Hey! Hey! The girl of your dreams is here!" Gavin Rad sat at the corner of the bar and was the first to notice Alleria walking in with two of her men.
"Hey! Long time no see!" Carlos was also excited. He didn't care about Turayan pulling his clothes down, and stood up to say hello to Alleria.
Seeing Alleria coming over, Saidan Dathrohan stood up, pulled Turalyon to his seat, then picked up the wine glass and walked to Gavin Radd to sit down.
Alleria Windrunner was a little surprised to see these six guys at the same time in this tavern. She whispered something to her men, then walked to the empty seat between Carlos and Turalyon and sat down.
"Long time no see, Baron Carlos, or would you rather me call you General?" Alleria said.
"Hey! I thought we were already friends, why are we so alienated?"
Unlike Turalyon, who had ulterior motives, Carlos understood that elves with long lifespans had their own views on love and family. As a top quality among the elves, Alleria definitely has no shortage of suitors in Quel'Thalas, and her and his own destiny have so far intersected, so there is absolutely no need to appear too deliberate and contrived, like ordinary people. Friends get along like that.
Alleria became famous during the Troll War. Hundreds of years have given her a wealth of life experience. She can naturally see that Turalyon is interested in him, but she has no such thoughts about Turalyon. , so I usually try to minimize the contact between the two.
But Carlos's attitude suited Alleria very well. For a general with outstanding military exploits, Alleria didn't mind being friends with him.
"Of course, we are friends, then I will call you Mr. Carlos directly?" Alleria replied with a smile.
"The elves are just pretentious and not as upright as the dwarves. I call you Alleria, can't you just call me Carlos? You said the wrong thing and you'll be fined!" Carlos started to boo.
Alleria was not angry after hearing this, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Turalyon was worried about the outcome, fearing that Alleria would get angry and leave.
After two rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively.
"I haven't asked yet, why do you have time to come to the tavern? The war is coming, and the elf rangers are busier than usual." Uther asked.
"Actually, I'm here to meet someone, but it's rare to meet a few of you. I don't need this little time, so I just let my men go do some work first." Alleria said very vaguely.
"Well, I was planning to get you drunk. Since I have a mission, I just have a couple of drinks." Carlos scratched his head and said with regret.
"It's not like you can't tell me what you want to hear..." Alleria said.
"Don't listen! It's been almost a year since birth and death, and I only got three days off. Who wants to hear these nonsense." Carlos directly covered his ears.
"Hey, he's a general after all, so be careful with your image!" Turalyon was a little jealous of Carlos and Alleria chatting and laughing. He couldn't find a topic to talk to Alleria, so he had to tease Carlos.
"To be honest, the rangers under you have been of great help to me. I was almost surrounded by the tribe many times because I got early warning from your elf rangers. Here, I want to toast you." Carlos raised his glass.
"For the friendship between humans and high elves!" Others echoed.
Then everyone drank another drink.
The night was getting darker, and at the end of the drink, Alleria bid farewell to everyone without changing her expression. Saidan Dathrohan and Tirion Fordring held Turalyon back to the camp, and Uther and Gavin Radd He was still able to walk on his own, so Carlos was going to get a room in this pub and sleep.
After getting the key from the waiter, Carlos fell asleep without taking off his clothes. In a daze, I heard someone knocking on the door, so I steeled myself and climbed out of bed.
Opening the door, the person who came seemed to be a female high elf ranger who first accompanied Alleria into the tavern and then left.
"Please come in."
Carlos opened the door and welcomed the other party in.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest by visiting here, but Your Excellency, Commander, feels that it is best to inform you of some news as soon as possible, so I am here." The visitor said.
"Sorry, please wait a moment."
Carlos apologized first, then walked to the washstand in the corner of the room and wiped his face with cold water to wake himself up.
Holy light has a strong therapeutic effect, but it does not seem to be of much help against drunkenness. Simply washing the face does not seem to have a good effect. Carlos took off his clothes and wiped his upper body with a towel dipped in cold water.
After shaking violently, Carlos felt his mind return to his body.
Finding that the elf who was sitting upright didn't seem satisfied with the air in the room, Carlos opened the window again. The cool night breeze blew into the room, and the other person's expression softened.
"Actually, this is not necessary. I am just here to convey the news." The female elf said: "It is not convenient to disclose the source of the intelligence, but the authenticity is still guaranteed. The actions of the tribal orcs in the Tarren Mill area are very abnormal."
"Huh?" Carlos sat on the bed, thinking about the visitor's words.
"To put it simply, we noticed that the orcs secretly mobilized a force to the Tarren Mill area. It was scattered, scattered, the number was unknown, and there was no movement." The female high elf ranger further explained.
"That is to say, you have noticed through clues that there is an unknown number of tribal orcs with unclear purpose, who can become an army, lurking near Tarren Mill?"
It took Carlos a while to figure out the meaning behind the Elf Ranger's words.
"This is probably the situation. Your Excellency, Commander, feels that a war is imminent, and the alliance's top brass may not have the energy to pay attention to the unusual situation in the Taren Mill area. As Taren Mill is the territory of the Barov family, you should be informed both publicly and privately. "The Elf Ranger continued to explain.
Carlos was keenly aware that this information was of great significance, but he felt like he had no way to start.
Very useful, but useless, this feeling.
The thought process allowed Carlos to quickly get rid of the trouble of alcohol. When he found that he was a little chilly, he remembered that it was rude to be naked in front of a lady.
As a result, before Carlos could apologize, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the elf ranger was looking at his figure with great interest. Under the candlelight, his face was red.
Innate excellence and years of exercise gave a man named Carlos Barov a body that was beyond his time. He found that the other person's thoughts seemed not so pure. Carlos, who had not touched a woman for more than a year, suddenly had Other ideas.
