The Eversong Forest has been developed and utilized by the Quel'dorei elves for thousands of years, and man and nature have reached an almost perfect harmony. The forest trails in the forest are as neat and tidy as the main roads between cities in the human kingdom.
Carlos rode his war horse, and the army marched silently in the middle, thinking about the next strategy.
Although the reason for hastily raising troops is sufficient and the tactics are reasonable, from a strategic perspective, it is unprofitable for mankind.
Turalyon rode in silence for almost three hours. He couldn't bear the silence anymore. The soldiers were still telling jokes. When the squad leader and the squadron leader were not paying attention, he took out a piece of dried meat from his bag and took a few bites. Layan found that there were not many people nearby who he could talk to.
Being able to fight with the soldiers is a kind of affinity, and being able to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers is a kind of perseverance, but as a general, it is impossible to discuss tactics and strategies with the soldiers.
This does not mean that soldiers do not understand tactics and strategies, but that they have different positions, different sources of intelligence, different starting points and ways of thinking, and the conclusions they draw are very different.
So after giving instructions to his adjutant, Turayan rode forward, preparing to catch up with Carlos and chat with him.
"Carlos, Zul'Aman has been wiped out by the elves every year. Is it really useful for us to rush forward like this?"
When Turalyon caught up with Carlos from the back of the marching column, his little mare was already panting slightly.
"If you don't stay with your team, why did you come to me?"
Carlos was inspired by Turalyon's words. Come to your senses.
"Aren't you bored?"
"You are too boring."
Turalyon was actually speechless.
"Hey, we have to do something, time is not on our side. I'm feeling anxious."
Carlos didn't want to undermine Turalyon, so he followed his words.
"What's the meaning?"
"We've been away from Hillbread Foothills for too long."
"Marshal Anduin Lothar is there, what do you have to worry about?"
Turalyon felt incredible, feeling that Carlos was fearlessly worrying.
"Of course Marshal Lothar's skills are first-rate, but accidents are called accidents because they always happen when people don't expect them and in unexpected places."
Carlos said something that seemed very philosophical.
"Okay, okay. Then let's end the chaos here quickly and return to the Hilbrad war zone. All we have been dealing with for a long time are trolls, and I almost forgot how to deal with orcs."
Turalyon let go of the reins, braced his mount with his legs, and squeezed his knuckles with his free hands. It makes a clicking sound.
"real?"
Carlos looked contemptuous.
"A polite word."
Turalyon instantly felt that Carlos was very boring.
"I also know that attacking Zul'Aman is not a genius idea, but I am actually afraid of fighting trolls in the forest."
Carlos said with lingering fear.
"Isn't it right? Isn't your famous battle the battle against trolls in the Hinterlands? You are about to become an expert in fighting trolls in the alliance!"
Turalyon looked in disbelief.
"Come on, in the Hinterlands, our Alterac army got the help of the dwarves and built bunkers all the way to the door of the Deadwood Troll in Shadralo. What kind of jungle warfare is that? And then the night battle, It’s the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done in my life. In the jungle, humans are far inferior to elves and trolls, so I don’t dare or don’t want to fight in the wild with trolls.”
Carlos said angrily.
"So you spread the word and let the enemy know that our target is Zul'Aman. And then force the trolls to concentrate their forces and fight our legions head-on?"
Turalyon actually understood Carlos's intention, but in order to continue the topic, he still followed the interface.
"That's right. A hundred human soldiers may not be able to defeat a hundred trolls, but a thousand human soldiers will not be afraid of a thousand trolls at all. I don't have time to play with the trolls after the Zumashal Raiders , let’s have a real fight, win or lose, I will go back.”
Carlos let out a long sigh of relief.
"But Alleria..."
Turalyon hesitated.
Carlos hit Turalyon in the chest with a whip fist, causing Turalyon to almost lose his balance and fall off his horse.
"what are you doing?"
The punch wasn't heavy, it was just too sudden. Turalyon struggled for a while to steady his mount.
"What gives you the illusion that you can't handle all this without us elves?"
Carlos spat aside to show his disdain.
"Then why has it taken so long? Our human army has already marched into Eversong Forest, but the Elf Kingdom's army has not appeared yet? This is unreasonable. Doesn't Anastarian know that the trolls have defected to the tribe?" "
Turalyon really didn't think through this problem. Alleria fought for her people, but her king turned a blind eye to the troll invasion, which made Turalyon angry.
"Whenever you figure it out, you will be mature and can really help Marshal Lothar."
Hearing Carlos say this, Turalyon suddenly became serious.
"Then tell me, just tell me."
"It is precisely because the Sun King of Quel'Thalas knows how powerful it is that he has delayed sending troops."
"Why?"
Carlos' head twitched and he said in a weird voice: "You are not ready yet!"
Turalyon thought for a moment and actually blushed.
"You haven't even written your horoscope yet, so what do you think belongs to us?"
Carlos was speechless and his face turned red.
"Huh~~~~"
Taking a long breath and relaxing his mood, Carlos pretended that nothing happened just now and continued: "The trolls are coming with great force. According to Alleria, a thousand garrison troops in the east were wiped out, and even We didn’t even have time to get the news out. What would you think if it were you?"
"A very scary enemy. Send extra manpower to investigate the situation."
"That's right. You, a general, know how to send extra manpower to investigate the situation. What do you think of Anastarian as a king? How do you do it? How many thousand people of the high elves can be sent like this? When the situation is unknown When the time comes, shrinking the defense is a sound strategy, especially when the great barrier they have trusted for thousands of years has failed."
Carlos explained.
"Great Barrier? Why don't I feel anything at all?"
Turalyon turned around and looked around, shrugging, not feeling anything strange at all.
How come I have such a magical idiot as a friend...
Carlos whipped again, but Turalyon was already prepared and raised his arm to block it.
"The same move cannot be effective twice on the Paladin, hum."
After hearing such an immediate line, Carlos, who had not used any strength at first, couldn't bear it anymore. He used his strength to push Turalyon off his horse.
"Hey, that's enough for you. I hit you and pushed you. Say it quickly."
The young and strong Turalyon was not injured. Patting the dust on his back, Turalyon quickly caught up with his frightened horse, comforted him a few times, and then rode back to Carlos.
"You are a general. If your troops are lost, you can ask Marshal Lothar to replenish them. Anastarian is a king, and his army has been annihilated. Who can he look for to replenish it? How many elves are there in Quel'Thalas? Whether or not we have a large population in the Kingdom of Alterac is a problem, and Anastarian cannot afford to lose. He is waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow."
After Carlos finished speaking, Turalyon stopped answering and thought carefully.
Just like that, the marching column returned to silence.
More than ten minutes later, strange sounds of hooves were heard, and Carlos heard something unusual in the noisy queue.
"It's the Elf Chocobo."
Turalyon said affirmatively.
Within a few seconds after he finished speaking, he saw a white chocobo carrying a fully armored high elf ranger rushing towards Carlos in the opposite direction of the army's march.
"Your Majesty Carlos."
After the high elf messenger saluted Carlos, he turned his head sideways and walked side by side with Carlos.
"General Turalyon, it's good to see you here. It saves me a lot of travel."
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Carlos nodded to indicate that he had seen the orderly salute.
"Marshal Alleria asked me to inform you and General Turalyon that our scouts have discovered the whereabouts of an army of trolls, but the direction of travel is not Zul'Aman. Marshal Alleria asked His Majesty Carlos how you are going to respond. ."
The messenger said unhurriedly.
"How big is the army?"
"The initial estimate is more than 3,000 people."
"Hey, what a big fish. Go over and tell Alleria that I know."
"knew?"
The messenger asked in confusion.
"Go ahead, Alleria knows how to handle it."
Carlos replied calmly. (To be continued)
