"Carlos, cheer up, your soldiers need you. Let's read the novel ☆→☆→,"
On the way to the third line of defense hosted by Turalyon, Alleria rode a 6-row bird, walking side by side with Carlos, and whispered persuasion.
"I am fine."
Carlos answered flatly.
"But you don't look good."
Alleria looked a little worried.
"That's because I'm unhappy."
Carlos' tone was calm, without any fluctuations.
"What made you unhappy? If it's me, then I apologize."
Alleria thought about Aslan's death, the Elf's mistakes, and many things.
"Alleria, you know that I choose to help you for a purpose and hope to reap rewards."
Carlos finally made a move. He turned his head and stared at Alleria condescendingly.
"You'll get what you deserve, I promise."
Alleria emphasized.
"You can't promise that. I am a king, a king! But I came to Quel'Thalas with an army and friendship, but your Sun King turned a blind eye to me. Alleria, I am a king, not you General of the High Elves."
Carlos' question was sharp and cold. This was not a question Alleria could answer.
And from Alleria's point of view, Anastarian's arrangement was inappropriate and misguided. No matter how powerful Alterac is, it is rude to be so disrespectful to a king, let alone a king who has won many battles and is relatively friendly to Quel'Thalas.
I have clearly reported this situation, what are those guys in the Silver Moon City Council doing, what is His Majesty the Sun King thinking, those professional bureaucrats.
"Carlos, I promise that when you arrive in Silvermoon City, you will receive an unprecedented grand welcome ceremony. The Quel'dorei elves never look down on their friends."
Alleria said slowly in her soft voice.
"I won't go to Silvermoon City without Anastarian's invitation. I won't go to Silvermoon City." Carlos seemed to have made a difficult decision. "According to the plan, we will hold on to the third line of defense for another five days. After five days, I will lead the troops to break out. I am going back. The mountains of Alterant are my home, the Hillblade Hills. This is my battlefield.”
"Carlos, but..."
Alleria wanted to persuade Carlos to stay, but she found that she had no position to say such a thing.
"Five days. Five days, and five more days, I wasted too much time in this forest. But my efforts, all the efforts I made for the friendship between humans and elves have not received any response."
Carlos turned his head and continued to look forward. He gently pinched the horse's belly, causing the horse to speed up slightly.
"How come, you got our friendship, you got my friendship, Carlos. Aren't we friends?"
Alleria couldn't help but frown, and shook the reins to let the six-row bird keep up with Carlos's speed.
"Alleria Windrunner is a friend of Carlos Barov, but the king of Alterac only has a relationship with the king of Quel'Thalas."
Alleria was speechless at the cold and realistic language.
If she doesn't understand, there are countless words to refute, such as selfishness, untrustworthiness, cowardice, etc.
But it was precisely because Alleria understood what Carlos had done for Quel'Thalas. So she had no position to accuse him.
"sorry."
In the end, Alleria only had these three words left.
Without a chance to tally the results, Carlos didn't know how much damage his copycat version of the Cyclops system had caused to the tribe. However, they marched for two whole days without encountering any pursuing enemy. That explains the problem very well.
When he saw Turalyon greeting him outside Maple Creek Valley, Carlos had already completed the adjustment of his mentality and hugged his friend with the hottest smile.
Pain and responsibility are weights that should be kept in the heart to increase the weight of one's personality, and should not be hung on the face like a label to seek sympathy.
Carlos disdains being a spiritual weakling, and he doesn't need sympathy from others.
"Turalyon. A great victory. I guess people can call me Trollsbane from now on."
"Your Majesty Carlos, with all due respect, this title is not very good."
Gotajin, who followed Turalyon, shook his head and expressed his opinion, attracting Carlos's attention.
"Okay, I forgot how you new trolls feel, I apologize, but what about the old troll nemesis? Ugh, that sounds awful."
"You can call yourself Troll Judge, Troll Executioner, Troll Terminator."
"No, what I end is not trolls, but ignorance and barbarism. Well, people who watch for civilization, I think Overwatch is good."
"If you say it's good, it's good."
It was originally just nonsense to adjust the atmosphere of the meeting, but Gou Tajin's introduction made everyone in the room laugh.
Only Alleria couldn't help but grimace.
If Carlos is really gone, what will happen to the innocent people of Quel'Thalas, and what will happen to his own revenge.
Adjusting his state so quickly, this man is not an idiot who can be controlled by words.
Alleria never worried that trolls and orcs could attack Silvermoon City. She had a share of credit for the construction of the magic rune defense system. The legendary heroes of Quel'Thalas knew that behind Silvermoon City's fiber optics, there was even more. This terrible war fortress, give the trolls another hundred years, they will not be able to break through Silvermoon City.
This was also one of the factors behind the Silver Moon Council's slow response, which was of no concern to me.
But what about those civilians, what about those civilians who died tragically like Lilas? Let them die outside Silvermoon City?
When Alleria thought of this, her heart began to turmoil again. The heart of revenge that had been temporarily paralyzed by the fierce battle began to send out black ripples again, affecting Alleria's mind.
Carlos Barov can't leave, this man can't leave!
But what reason should I use and what price should I use to keep him and his army?
Countless thoughts were running wildly in Alleria's mind.
This is an independent king, and only enough interests can make him tempted.
But I just can't bring out enough benefits at this moment.
Dead knot!
"Marshal Aurelia, good news!"
Coincidentally, just when the defenders on the first line of defense heroically completed their defense tasks and returned to defend Maple Valley, the elves finally got news of the King's Master who they had been waiting to see through.
An elf messenger rushed to Alleria excitedly.
"Marshal, the reinforcements have finally arrived. His Majesty the Sun King has sent reinforcements to support you."
"How many?"
Alleria also felt a little surprised.
"About two thousand people."
"..."
Different from the joy of the messenger, Alleria felt a bone-chilling chill. She turned her head and saw Carlos smiling and saying to her: "I'm relieved too, Alleria."
With these two thousand elites, it is probably enough to guard the outskirts of Silver Moon City, but what about my revenge?
Alleria had the illusion that her eyes were smiling and she was crying. (To be continued.)
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