With greater power comes greater responsibility, higher status, and fewer friends.
The most terrifying enemy in life is the one who turns you into him.
Carlos has studied Terenas as an imaginary enemy for more than ten years. He has despised, hated, ridiculed, and now he is learning.
Although Alex Barov is his father, Carlos has to admit that his father's status is still small. As a duke with real power, Alex Barov is very capable and even extremely good. But as a king, Alex Barov is not qualified.
That's right, Carlos has never pursued the throne, let alone the crown. He would rather be a prince and live a leisurely life under the protection of his father.
However, Alex Barov is not fit to be a king.
It’s not because His Excellency Grand Duke Alex lacks foresight and foresight, nor does he lack wisdom and skill.
Although Carlos has not been king for too long, he already has a vague feeling.
My own father lacks the domineering spirit of leaving me alone, the heroic spirit of not caring about the floods after I die, and the madness of following me to fuck his mother when the wind blows and the clouds fly.
It's hard to explain in words, but Carlos was wary of Terenas Menethil, and at the same time, he was learning from him as a target. Only by standing in the position of a king can one appreciate the terrifying nature of Terenas.
He was a great king who could pull together an army of 100,000 people just by relying on his charisma.
That is a benevolent monarch who can make people live and die with him just by his words.
That is a terrifying opponent that cannot be thoroughly studied no matter how hard you study it.
Carlos tried to think Terenas-style. I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat.
If you want to get the maximum benefit, the best way is to fight to the death in the next battle, preferably with more than half of the casualties. Then he went to Silvermoon City to cause a scene, and then returned to Alterac with the remaining army. It would be better if he got injured again.
Because going north to Quel'Thalas is a breach of contract in a sense. If Terenas really wanted to pursue the case, it would be very embarrassing for him. If he had Quel'Thalas on his back, he could transform from a defaulter into a lone hero of the Alliance. The tragic victim and accuser transforms his disadvantaged position into a potential beneficiary.
Only a few thousand soldiers were sacrificed.
It would have been better if Turalyon died in this battle. The adjutant of the Alliance, Lothar's favorite general, Quel'Thalas has to bear the blame even if he doesn't want to, and Anastarian has to explain even if he doesn't want to.
Carlos slapped himself. Then he took a long sip of wine in one breath.
It's his fault that the king has no friends. He keeps scheming and scheming, and all his friends are dead. What if he's not alone?
"Carlos, what are you doing?"
Turalyon asked curiously when he saw Carlos slapped him in the face for no apparent reason.
"mosquito."
Carlos answered casually.
"Well, although there is no winter in Yongge Forest, mosquitoes can't survive such a cool wind at night, right?"
Turalyon didn't doubt Carlos' answer. But I don't believe it's a mosquito.
"Are the mosquitoes of elves understandable to us mortals? They can't even stand this level of cold. Do they have the nerve to call themselves mosquitoes of Quel'Thalas?"
Carlos started to mess around, and then succeeded in making Turalyon laugh.
"Hey. You are a king after all. It's not good for others to hear you. Especially for someone as big as you, telling such a cold joke with such a serious expression is very inconsistent."
"Nonsense, a king and an alliance lieutenant secretly slaughtered an elf chocobo and grilled it. Compared with this kind of behavior, slandering the elf behind his back is nothing!"
Carlos got angry just thinking about it, it was just a joke at first. As a result, the elves were as wary of Carlos and his guards as they were of thieves. This angered Carlos. The more you take precautions, the more I want to eat!
But Carlos still wanted to be brave and couldn't do it himself, so he let the Garrison Suicide Squad do it.
These bastards gave Carlos a bird with legs, two wings, and half a piece of breast meat. Judging from the coat color, they didn't belong to the same chocobo.
Finding a secluded place, Carlos took Turalyon to share the responsibility, set up a tripod and started roasting the bird meat.
The reason was that he shipped the goods himself, so all the barbecue work was left to Turalyon.
It didn't matter to Turalyon. When he was still a priest's apprentice, he did a lot of these sneaky things. Who can blame a child raised by a prison warden.
So Turayan quickly packed up the hairy flesh and blood, set it on fire, put it on the shelf, flipped it, and applied spices with skillful movements and skills.
"I can't tell, but you are quite good at housekeeping!"
When Carlos was a child, he led his two younger brothers who were also skilled workers in wilderness survival, but he still couldn't help but praise Tanturayan's skills.
"Nonsense, I'm not a noble young master. My adoptive father is the jailer in the prison. Each of the jailer uncles gave me a share of food. I was raised hanging on my life. If I want to eat something good, I have to find a way on my own."
Turalyon said indifferently, this is not a shameful past.
"Ah, in the novel, you are the protagonist. Is there any crazy old man with a white beard in the prison who wants to teach you magic?"
Carlos asked maliciously.
"It's true. When I was young, there was an old liar who wanted to trick me into stealing the keys to him."
Turalyon replied.
"I'll go, it's true!"
Carlos instantly felt the malice coming from the will of the planet Azeroth.
"Then the old liar was hung up and beaten by my adoptive father. He was crying and howling. After the beating, he had to teach me tricks. Because I was a slow learner, I was beaten again. I saw how pitiful he was, so I learned it seriously. "
Turalyon said indifferently.
"..."
Carlos was speechless, "Planet Will of Azeroth, I have wronged you, I'm sorry."
"What are these tricks?"
Carlos asked curiously.
"They are all visual deception and distraction tricks, like guessing stones or tossing coins. But the old liar's card skills are really good, and his secret card-stealing skills helped me earn a lot of pocket money. For example, Gwent's seconds Draw Yennefer the White Wolf, start with three horns, or draw key cards from Hearthstone."
"Master, accept me as your disciple. I won't be the king anymore. Alterac will be given to you."
Carlos yelled artificially.
"Ah, this breast meat is cooked. Well, the craftsmanship has not deteriorated. You can try it."
Turalyon casually pulled out a piece of fallen leaf and put it on the oily barbecue and handed it to Carlos.
"Turalyon."
"Um?"
"Why aren't you a woman..."
"Why are you convulsing again?"
"You are a woman and I will definitely marry you and make you my queen."
"Get out of here, I'm a pure man."
During the fight and drinking, the meat was quickly eliminated.
"Dig a hole and bury it?"
Turalyon asked.
"Kill them, don't bury them. When the fire is out, leave."
Carlos was not afraid of the elves coming to his door.
Back at the campsite, before Carlos had fully digested his food, he got two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
"Let me tell you the good news first, so that my good mood can last a little longer."
Carlos said.
"The elves have sent us thirteen disabled chocobos, saying they will provide us with improved food. Your Majesty, please sign for it in person."
The guard reported truthfully.
Thirteen? !
Garrison's bunch of bastards...
Carlos felt like he had been taken advantage of.
"What's the bad news?"
"Marshal Alleria sent information and found that a person suspected of being Zujin appeared in the northeast."
When Carlos heard the news, he threw aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind.
"Turalyon, get ready, the storm is coming."
"Compared with the storms in Hillbrad, the weather in Quel'Thalas is too mild."
Turalyon followed Carlos's words and answered his determination in a very literary manner.
"Send the order to cancel the rest. All soldiers will return. All officers above the captain of the regiment will come to my camp for a meeting. Send someone to notify the elves that people are coming."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The ordering soldier performed a military salute and strode away.
After only seven days of rest, the coalition of humans and elves will face the most severe test, the challenge from the legendary troll——Zuljin.
However, Carlos had never been afraid of Zujin. What he feared was the fire from the sky. (To be continued)
