In the dead of night, Carlos often fell asleep and reflected on himself.
Alleria Windrunner and Turalyon. Suppose you can only befriend one of the two, who would you choose?
No matter whether he made thousands of choices, Carlos's final decision was Turalyon.
An adjutant whom Lothar trusted, admired and promoted, a young and promising paladin, and a little brother who had a very good impression of him.
There is no reason not to choose Turalyon.
Carlos woke up, savoring the blur of sleep. In the dream, Carlos discovered that the female elf whose appearance he could not remember was actually Alleria.
Carlos laughed when he thought about it. People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants.
After washing and tidying up casually, putting on his battle clothes and armor, your noble son Carlos disappeared into the smoke and clouds of the past. The man in the biting wind was a general with a rock-like heart.
Returning to the military camp, Carlos discovered that Lothar had filled the vacancies in the ** regiment and had allocated two additional veteran regiments, bringing the total number of the corps to 4,000.
Heading to the regiment headquarters, the sound of horse hooves attracted the attention of everyone in the headquarters, and everyone came out to take a look.
"General, everyone thought you wouldn't come back until tomorrow morning." Ymir was surprised that Carlos returned early. He tried to lead Carlos' horse diligently, but Carlos kicked him hard.
"There are several carts of condolence gifts in the back, just like a bite of meat for each person. You can arrange for extra meals for all the brothers tonight." Carlos got off his horse and handed the reins to the guard. He rolled his eyes and smiled stupidly. of Ymir.
"Hello, General, I am the interim commander of the Fifth Regiment, Captain Officer John Swain." The new face briefly introduced himself to Carlos.
"Oh, didn't we replenish the strength of the two regiments? And where is the commander of the regiment?" Carlos asked as he walked into the headquarters.
"General, there is another regiment that has been assigned as a supplementary reinforcement. It doesn't even have officers at the level of squadron leader. I brought it here along the way." John Swain replied.
"By the way, I once asked Master Saidan Dathrohan for martial arts skills. After all, you are still my senior brother." Seeing Carlos about to enter the camp, John Swain hurriedly approached Carlos and added in a low voice.
Carlos paused for a moment, then continued moving forward as if nothing had happened.
"Your name is John Swain, right? You will continue to act as the acting commander of the Fifth Wing. As for the issue of troop replenishment, you several wing captains will coordinate and deal with it on your own. I want the results before dark tomorrow." Carlos said After that, he ignored his captains and sat back at his desk to read the duty records.
Nothing major to note, just everyday things.
After Ymir finished handling the matters assigned by Carlos and returned to the headquarters, Carlos looked at the table and prepared to lecture.
"Except for John Swain, who is a new face, everyone else is an old guy who has been fighting with me all the way. Don't expect me to give you any good looks."
After Carlos finished his opening remarks, John Swain couldn't help but look stunned, but found that the expressions of other colleagues remained unchanged, so he continued to wait and see.
"Who wrote these shitty duty records? Three days, I have been away for three days, and you didn't even find any problems. Who are you fooling? You can't see the bullying problem of veterans looking down on recruits? Fourth Don't you two officers in charge know about the grudge conflict between the 1st Wing and the 2nd Wing? The orc heads hidden in the 1st Wing are smelly. Do you think I can't smell them? Who are you going to sell them to? And your second wing Alliance, why are you laughing? Do you think the butts of the animals under your command are clean? Do you think I don’t know about your Second Alliance going to the warehouse to steal supplies in the middle of the night? You are not considering the Second Alliance in that battle. Brothers, you fought too hard, I was going to deal with you then. Now it’s time to make it a habit, the quartermaster came to complain to me as soon as I entered the camp!"
After the roar, Carlos calmed down a little, only to find that these old guys were secretly laughing.
"Bet on one alliance, be greedy on three alliances, and fight four or two alliances when we meet. Do you have any troops under my general that would make you worry-free?"
Carlos interrupted Ymir before he could speak.
"Shut up, your personal guard is not a good bird. You are a veteran from Alterac. How many things have you done to bully friendly forces? My family all says that you are heroes. I and other legions Sir, don’t you apologize enough? If you laugh again, I’ll beat you until your dog’s head turns into a pig’s head!”
It is said that the subordinates who broke out from the mountains of corpses and seas of fire, Carlos could not make up his mind to deal with them. On this tragic battlefield, the one who made you worry might be sacrificed in the next second.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Today is different from the past. In the southern theater, we are almost conquering the world. But, in this battle, all the main forces of the entire alliance are fighting together. There may be a time when our regiment needs to ask for help. So go down and do your best. Take care of those uncle soldiers, the three-day ideological rectification will begin tonight."
The war is about to begin, and Lothar will definitely use Carlos in the most difficult and difficult places to strengthen the Army Corps at this time.
Carlos has already realized this. The more you go through life and death today, the more qualified you will be to say no in the future. If everything he has done still cannot change the future of being judged, Carlos wants to ask loudly in the courtroom - I have made contributions to the alliance, I have shed blood for the war of resistance, and you guys don't even have a scar on your body. Why do you judge me and my family?
While Carlos was reorganizing military affairs and preparing for war, the tribe did not stop.
"It's so wonderful, my Lord Chief, look at these warriors, these fearless warriors, these darlings of shadow and death!" Gul'dan spoke with an exaggerated tone and a contrived posture.
The orcs who stayed in Elwynn buried all the fallen human warriors they considered worthy of honor. After receiving the order, the orcs finally ordered the orcs to dig out the bodies of the fallen in the Stormwind Kingdom and send them to the north.
Gul'dan used the soul stones of his warlocks who were slaughtered by Orgrim and the souls collected in several battles, combined with the forbidden power of the Burning Legion, to create a brand new creation--the Death Knight.
Orgrim drew out the Doomhammer, hesitated for a moment and then retracted it from his waist. Then the warchief clenched his fist and slammed it into Gul'dan's face.
Two human arms blocked the tribal chief's fist.
Orgrimmar kicked the death knight in the abdomen with another side kick. The death knight had no reaction and was kicked out, sticking to the wall and falling slowly.
Orgrim knew his own strength. The side kick just now would have resulted in shattered internal organs and broken spine if it were a human.
But the death knight slowly stood up, returned to his original position as if nothing had happened, and stood at attention.
"Are you satisfied? My Lord, the great chief, the skilled martial arts of the human body coupled with the shadow power of our orc warlocks, the cycle of life and death has also given them the power of death and an indestructible body. They are truly perfect war machines." Gul'dan was very pleased with his creation.
"Do they have the ability to think?" Orgrim asked.
"Of course, my Lord Chief." Gul'dan took out a short staff and handed it to Orgrim. "This is their control staff."
Orgrim took the staff, hesitated for a moment, and crushed it into pieces.
"Blessed by the souls of the ancestors, the warriors of the tribe do not need to be dominated!" Orgrim shouted.
"The souls of the ancestors are above"
"Serve the warchief!"
"For the glory of the tribe!"
…
The death knights who regained control of themselves shouted out the words of the orcs with their human bodies.
In response, Warchief Orgrim nodded with satisfaction.
"How many such warriors are there?" Orgrim asked Gul'dan.
"There are more than three hundred people in total so far, but as long as there are suitable corpses, we can have as many as we want." Gul'dan replied.
