Carlos Barov's father in this life was the great politician Alex Barov. Grand Duke Alex taught Carlos many principles and taught him how to be a qualified king. 【Full text reading】,...
His father in his previous life was just an ordinary worker. This ordinary father only taught Carlos one thing: how to be a human being. Even the appearance of this ordinary father has been forgotten by Carlos, but the only teaching he left to his son, Carlos still deeply remembers: Don't do things you are not good at, don't listen to the nonsense of people around you, and do whatever you want. The only thing is a person's shadow, the shadow is crooked and the person is walking straight.
Carlos once scoffed at this sentence in his previous life, feeling that his father was too conservative. If young people don't even have the energy to dare to challenge, what's the difference between living and being a salty fish?
But in this life, this life of being born into a wealthy family, this life of being Carlos Barov, His Majesty the new King of Alterac deeply agrees with this sentence.
It turns out that it wasn’t my father’s words that were wrong, but my understanding that was wrong.
In the era of laughing at poverty but not at prostitution, material dominates too much of everything, and some things that should not be represented by material are also forcibly represented. Therefore, how much potential material a person can control becomes a measure of a person's value. main standards.
But in the world of Azeroth, Carlos realized the honor brought by reputation and prestige, experienced the value of reputation personally, and became a beneficiary of morality.
In the world of Azeroth, it is not true that the despicable live and the noble die. The entire human society has plots, conspiracies, intrigues, and plots, but all humans reject dishonorable people or things. On the other hand, great or noble people will also receive corresponding treatment in this society.
Therefore, the glorious His Majesty Carlos only spoke words. The human soldiers, who were hostile to the trolls, obeyed the king's orders.
Even if you are reluctant, the king's orders must be obeyed.
Under the first retreat of human beings, the originally weak Zumashal Troll Group also had to retreat.
You take a step back and I take a step back, leaving room for communication.
Although as decisive as Zumashal's new prime minister Broken Tooth Huma, under Carlos's suggestion, trolls who were willing to abandon their old habits bought tooth rings made by humans and embedded them in their big teeth.
Teethbreakers and Teethbreakers appeared among the trolls who took natural big teeth as their beauty.
Carlos forced Turalyon to present a complete set of royal honors and luxuries to the new queen Ilsavans on behalf of the Alliance. The new Queen of the Trolls, Ilsavans, is required to show the majesty that a king should have.
Ilsavans, who lost communication with the prophetic spirit she believed in, accepted human suggestions due to the loneliness and panic in her heart. Start living according to the lifestyle recommended by humans, and transform the troll social structure of Zumashal according to the suggestions given by humans.
"Carlos, does this work? Everything now is based on the pressure of our army. Once we leave, I'm afraid everything will return to the way it was before, and the trolls will use everything we gave them to come back to deal with us. Carlos, I'm really afraid that everything we are doing is raising tigers." As one of the witnesses of history, Turayan was novel and full of worries at the same time.
"Your doubts are normal and reasonable. Our transformation is not complete. There are still two steps missing before our plan can be considered successful." Carlos comforted Turayan with confidence.
"Which two steps"
"A common language and a kindred blood."
That's what Carlos said, and that's what he did.
Forcing trolls to learn human lingua franca is a thankless task and can easily incite racial antagonism.
But the temptation troll takes the initiative to learn the human lingua franca. And make an attitude as if I am not willing to hand you over unless there is an order from above. Everything is much simpler.
Under Carlos's operation, a large part of the property surrendered by the trolls was distributed to the soldiers. Carlos and Turayan jointly issued an order requiring officers at the level of squadron leader to supervise the soldiers' use of the distributed property to purchase supplies, any supplies, from the trolls of Zumashal.
Meanwhile, on an official level, Alliance lieutenant Turalyon rejected the overtures of Queen Ilsavanth and her chancellor, Mister Brokenfang, vetoing requests for loans and free aid. Insists that food can only be provided to the Badmoss Troll by purchasing it with treasure.
Carlos, on the other hand, was singing the sweethearts while Turalyon played the role. He turned his back on himself and allowed the trolls to privately purchase their rations from the soldiers.
The reason for spending so much effort and making so many detours is to force the trolls to take the initiative to learn the common language of mankind.
Comparison is a common trait of all intelligent creatures. Under the leadership of the confidants trained by Mr. Broken Tooth, the trolls discovered that they did not know the common language. A piece of gold nugget as big as a fist could only be exchanged for the same volume of wheat, while those who could communicate with humans The troll can trade half the size of gold for five bags of wheat.
It's not fair, it's wrong to bully people, bullying trolls
So the ordinary trolls began to complain to the leaders, and the leaders began to complain to their new prime minister, Mr. Broken Tooth. After Mr. Broken Tooth and the alcohol-intoxicated Queen asked for instructions and reported, they immediately dispatched instructors who had been prepared to teach the trolls common language.
Don't think that language is difficult to learn. Under the threat of starvation and the stimulation of pink eye, trolls will soon be able to communicate with humans in simple, gesticulating ways.
Once communication begins to spread, hatred will begin to fade away.
After another ten days, Carlos felt that the time was almost up and asked Turalyon to relent, and the Alliance agreed to aid the trolls of Zumashal. But as per the rules, trolls who want to receive relief rations must fill out a written application.
Yes, fill out a written application in universal human script.
The people in the troll community who know their own characters are all high-level people such as noble priests. When ordinary trolls hear the news, they generally have an expression like "Are you kidding me?" So Mr. Broken Tooth's sitter started to take action again, saying: Is it possible to sit and wait for food to fall from the sky? Writing that thing is the price for food.
The trolls listened. It makes sense, it would be too difficult to survive the winter by hunting, and yet there are still two months until planting can begin. Without human relief, Zumashal would have starved to death at least half of the trolls.
Under the pressure of reality, the trolls simply succumbed.
It’s nothing more than rote memorization. How could it be more difficult than challenging an adult buck-toothed bear?
Carlos doesn't mind, whether you understand and apply it or memorize it by rote, culture is something you start to understand after you start to understand it. It will have an impact on you silently. It is not a question of whether you are willing to stop it or not.
A whole half month of chaos and chaos. At least a thousand trolls were already licking their faces to find resting human soldiers asking for something to change.
Speaking in human common language with a semi-literary troll accent, the soldiers who received orders from Carlos and Turalyon began to actively get close to the Toothbreaker, the Toothbreaker, and the young trolls. Tobacco, alcohol, candy and all kinds of novelty gadgets, as long as you can say "hello" and "nice to meet you". "I am the new troll", everyone can have a cigarette and take a few puffs.
And some clever trolls with ulterior motives have been able to ask human soldiers some stories about human society.
Who doesn’t know how to boast? In the mouths of human soldiers, high-ranking military officials such as Carlos and Turayan have become superhuman beings with three heads and six arms. Lothar, the president of the Alliance, is a five-meter-tall monster. Who knows what small village in the countryside has also become. A paradise on earth like Dalaran.
To sum it up in one sentence, human society is good, whether you trolls believe it or not. Anyway, I believe it.
From the Northland Fortress to Zumashal, the road is difficult to navigate in mountainous and wooded areas. It takes four days to travel one way, and the transportation of materials can only rely on people and horses.
In order to show sincerity and transport more materials, Carlos's three thousand army was divided into two parts, taking turns traveling between the two places.
Regarding the troll's statement, you have shown initial sincerity. We withdraw our troops as a general sign of good faith.
Trolls do this, but humans keep their word. We also talked about the emergence of more dentures.
The plan could then proceed further, with humans beginning to teach publicly, selling numbered iron tools and previously banned items to denturers, as well as plenty of luxury goods.
"Your Majesty, if you keep doing this, the soldiers will no longer want to fight, and they will almost become businessmen." Aslan Qian complained to Carlos.
"Everything is worth it. But your concerns should also be taken seriously. From today on, let the logistics officer send more manpower to keep an eye on the material warehouse. At the same time, the training volume of the soldiers will be doubled."
Carlos had something he didn't say. Using the weakening of the combat effectiveness of three thousand human soldiers in exchange for the humanization of three thousand trolls was a sure profit. Carlos had already thought about the consequences, but he thought it was worth it.
"Yes, my lord, I will train those boys well. The soldiers brought by General Turalyon"
"Relay my orders to Turalyon, he knows how."
"Yes."
Because of Aslan Qian's reminder, Carlos came up with an idea.
In order to get to know each other better, Carlos proposed to Ilsavins a competitive competition.
The Troll Queen, who didn't care about anything because of her crisis of faith, agreed without any fuss.
As a result, Zumashal spontaneously selected three hundred warriors to face the challenges from humans.
In sports competition, you humans are still far behind
All trolls have this idea and sense of superiority.
"You can die, but you can't lose your face. Do you understand?"
Under Carlos and Turalyon's instructions, the morale of the three hundred best-selected human soldiers was high.
However, the reality is cruel. In non-lethal competitive events, the trolls' physical advantage is too huge. In the forty-six competitions, humans only won 17, which is a little more than one-third.
The troll's pride instantly exploded.
But in the last team competition, two hundred people fought against two hundred people in a simulated battle formation. The highlight was watched by almost all humans and trolls. Even with wooden weapons and shields, humans still crushed the trolls with zero casualties. This made Trolls cannot understand and accept this.
Why are weak humans able to defeat powerful trolls? Why was this the case thousands of years ago and is still the case now? Why
Some trolls cannot understand such a scene. It is not a tragic victory, not a small victory, but a great victory, with zero casualties. Among the fallen trolls, humans stand proudly, and no one falls down. This fact shocks Shattered the troll's last pride.
What happened to this world?
"This is impossible." The drunk Ilsavans also woke up from her hangover. shouted Victory from the stands.
"There are two hundred Paladins, all of whom are battle-hardened veterans, and each one has at least the rank of lieutenant. I'm going to tear them down and rebuild them all." Carlos said to Tula with a smile on his face. Young said.
"But zero casualties is unexpected. But your Aslan Qi'an is so shameless. A general at the level of a knight changed his clothes and left." Turalyon nodded and agreed with Carlos. To put it bluntly, those two hundred people are all the elites of the alliance. If they have trouble fighting trolls, then the alliance should be finished.
"Tch, there are quite a few people with high military ranks among the people you brought. Where have those people gone?" Carlos retorted.
The competitive competition brings the trolls 90% of the happy time and the darkest and bleakest ending.
Take this opportunity. Mr. Broken Tooth throws out his "New Troll Civilization Plan."
Reality is more convincing than words. Human beings have used facts to prove that the power of civilization is enough to crush ignorant barbarism. The trolls of Zumashal finally began to face up to the power contained in the word civilization.
"Everyone, our plan has been more than half successful. We only have the last step to go home." That night. Carlos said this to all the generals at the banquet celebrating the two hundred warriors.
The last step of the plan is divided into two plans, namely the "Headhunter Plan" and the "Mercenary Plan"
The warriors of the Garrison Death Squadron burned the trolls' food reserves for half a year. In this cold winter, hunting was simply not enough to support the survival of the entire tribe. The little food provided by Carlos and Turalyon's relief can only be used by humans to hang their lives, let alone the more edible trolls. When Zumashal's treasure accumulated over hundreds of years was exhausted, Mr. Broken Tooth launched the "Headhunter Plan".
The so-called Headhunter Plan is for Zumashal's new trolls to acquire property by wiping out other troll clans to exchange for survival supplies with humans. At the same time, take over the food of other clans.
If it weren't for Carlos and his army stationed in Zumashal, the Badmoss clan would have done this long ago. Not a clan of trolls, that's just food.
But the new troll who took over the denture ritual has sworn off the bad habit. No more cannibalism, so Carlos offered a compensation agreement.
As long as the Toothbearers bring back the heads of other cannibal trolls, the Alliance will compensate the trolls in gold coins. And give headhunters limited trading rights and tax exemption rights.
Although Carlos could not represent the alliance, with such an agreement, Carlos had absolute confidence in persuading the nobles of Stratholme and Terenas to stick to it.
After all, the profits are too huge.
With an uneasy mood, the first batch of toothed headhunters set out with the weapons and armor sponsored by human friendship. After fourteen days. The Toothed Headhunters returned to Zumashal with a small amount of food, a large amount of treasure revealed, and many young captives.
"Your Majesty Carlos, your plan has basically been successful. Look at those headhunters who are smiling so happily. The Moss Troll has changed, and Zumashal will return to the embrace of civilization," Broken Tooth Huma said.
"Mr. One Tooth, this is the last time I call you Mr. One Tooth. If I remember correctly, in the Evil Tooth Clan, only the clan leader can cut off both teeth, right, you cunning guy." Carlos did not answer. The words of Prime Minister Broken Tooth.
"Yes, this is my little determination and ambition. One day, I will let those stupid and barbaric guys in the Hinterlands know that I am right. Adhering to tradition cannot bypass the trolls and have a better life. Tomorrow," Prime Minister Broken Tooth said in an excited and expectant tone.
"Friendship is so fragile in the face of power and power. I have many friends, but few real friends. Sometimes I regret that I turned my only real friend in the trolls into a prime minister. "
Carlos's heartfelt words made the former Duya and Bad Tooth, and now the Broken Tooth and Huma, also fall silent.
"Young Master, my Young Master Carlos, thank you for treating me as a friend. I think that as long as our original intentions remain unchanged, the improvement of our status will only strengthen our friendship rather than change it."
"I hope so. After the mercenary plan is successfully implemented, I will leave with my people. This Zumashal belongs to you. Do you need me to help you solve the problem of Queen Ilsavans?"
"No, Ilsa Wens is still useful."
After a brief conversation, the two quickly separated. The change in status and position made it inconvenient for the two to talk more in public.
The so-called mercenary plan does not mean that Carlos needs Zumachal to provide troops for the alliance. Instead, Carlos wants to give the chosen troll the benefit of falling from the sky.
Zumashal will stand in the south of Zul'Aman, and the population will be very small, so there will not be too many so-called mercenaries, at most three hundred to five hundred, and they must be denturers.
This gang of mercenaries serves as political mascots. They will be taken by Carlos and protected carefully, and they will be released back to Zumashal after the Second Orc War.
Through a friendship tempered by the flames of war, these lucky trolls will feel an affinity with humans and the Alliance, at least the Kingdom of Alterac. After seeing the prosperity of the world, these lucky people cannot endure the poor life of Zul'Aman or Zuljin's Amani.
From frugality to luxury, from luxury to simplicity, this group of mercenaries will teach other trolls the importance of Sino-Japanese friendship, or the friendship between humans and demons, as people who have experienced it.
These trolls who return to Zumashal with vast war bounties will become staunch pillars of the bridge of friendship between humans and trolls. As long as these trolls survive for twenty years, the overall situation between humans and trolls on the continent of Lordaeron will be rewritten.
With the banner of Zumashal, humans' interference in the internal affairs of the troll race has the name of justice.
If the entire plan succeeds, humanity can be liberated from the shadow of the rising trolls.
"Carlos, what do you think the troll hero Zujin will cause in Alleria's hometown?"
The goddess had been away for a long time, and Turalyon began to miss Alleria when the Zum'Shar Raiders came to an end.
"Zul'jin will not succeed, but the trolls fail, and we alone will be invincible."
"Say something I can understand."
"Turalyon, listen, we are creating a new future."
A sense of change filled Carlos' body. To be continued ~ Search the basket color to read the full text of the following chapters
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