Without much foreplay, The Battle of Maple Creek Valley gets right to the point* from the get-go.
With the help of the orcs, Zul'Aman's trolls learned how to assemble large trebuchets. When the high elf scouts returned the news, Carlos was no longer calm.
Because Turalyon suggested that there were too many century-old trees around Maple Creek Valley, which might provide resources for the enemy to build siege equipment, he suggested burning them. However, the elves refused to carry out these plans to destroy their homeland, and Carlos was not prepared to accept such a thankless life. So everyone knew that Turalyon's proposal was correct, but everyone ignored this correct proposal.
After all, this plan would be useless without the deployment of a large amount of manpower. Those big trees that require two people to embrace cannot be dealt with with a few small axes, and coordinating plans for large-scale operations is a troublesome matter.
Decisively changing the topic, Carlos felt that there was no need to cause trouble at this juncture.
"Whatever the enemy wants to do, we must stop; whatever is beneficial to the enemy, we must destroy."
Under the guiding ideology of Carlos' "Two Whatevers", Turalyon took the lead in responding and took the initiative to skip it. Although the elves looked not so good, they responded positively.
So in the magical place of Maple Creek Valley, the original defenders took the initiative to launch an attack, while the invaders were actively defending.
If benevolence and righteousness are not applied, the offensive and defensive momentum will be different.
Carlos didn't know why he suddenly remembered such a sentence, although it seemed inappropriate to use it at the moment. .
People's hearts are scattered. It’s hard to lead a team.
This is the deepest realization Carlos has experienced these days.
Due to material issues, Alleria went to Farstrider's House and argued with the representatives of Silvermoon City. After the remaining elves heard that Kael'thas had taken command and all the Silvermoon City troops were mobilized, they suddenly felt confident and became polite to Carlos, the nominal commander of the coalition forces.
The most terrible thing is that the soldiers who followed him all the way to life and death also became tired and began to cheat.
Sometimes looking at the faces of some high elves, Carlos wanted to turn over the table and stop playing. But you have already reached this point, how can you not live with your own remuneration?
so. A battle that was in the interests of all parties, but not in line with common sense in war, had just begun.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Carlos, for this war that doesn't belong to you. I'm really sorry that you have to suffer such injustice."
Darkan seized the opportunity and found a moment to talk to Carlos alone.
"I'm not wronged. Didn't Anastarian promise to reward me?"
Carlos is still very polite to the surgeon. But Darkan took Carlos's genuine politeness as irony, and couldn't help but feel even more ashamed.
Those high elves who had witnessed the cruelty of the trolls and fought with the humans were okay. Darkan was really angry when he saw the two thousand reinforcements he had brought.
I don’t know where these guys get their confidence. Without the support of humans like Carlos and Turalyon, how could three thousand elves fight three times more trolls?
His Royal Highness’s army?
One day has not arrived. There are too many things to do in one day!
Darkan tried to use this conversation to appease Carlos's grievances.
"I'm really sorry, Your Majesty Carlos. Those little guys have been dazzled by merit and fame. In their eyes, war has become a shortcut to promotion, but they have forgotten that people will always die in war."
After all, Darkan still wants to be shameless. I can only choose to talk.
"In fact, it's not wrong. When reinforcements are scheduled to arrive, it's not wrong to take the initiative to change the war situation. Master, you don't have to carry all this on yourself."
Carlos finally understood the underlying meaning of Darkan's words and took the initiative to comfort him.
"Although I am a mage, I have also experienced war. Although we Quel'dorei elves are proud, we should not be arrogant. It is not a wise decision to give up a solid offensive and fight with powerful enemies in the wild with inferior forces. , those little guys just took advantage of Marshal Alleria's departure to kidnap Your Majesty's will based on public opinion. So I should apologize."
Darkan bowed sincerely.
"Okay, I accept your apology, and I also ask you and other mages to be more careful in the coming days. Everything will be fine when Kael'thas leads the army."
Carlos nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Thank you for your generosity and kindness."
After Darkan finished speaking, he took the initiative to leave. Any more nonsense would be pretentious.
The original defense force of Maple Creek Valley was dominated by humans. Although the high elves were landlords, they actively assisted Carlos and his party. But when the news came that Kael'thas was leading the army, everything changed. It was as if the high elves had suddenly found their backbone, and it seemed that just by relying on the name of the Sunstrider, the trolls would surrender without a fight.
And Maple Creek Valley itself was not an important town in Quel'Thalas. When the supplies collected from everywhere were quickly consumed by thousands of mouths, Alleria had no choice but to go out to find a supply place. Without her control, the elves began to question the decisions of Kalos and Turalyon.
Carlos, who had given up his mind, was unwilling to do the work of a good guy and take the blame for the bad guys, so he agreed to the high elf's request for war after only a little dissuasion. He also sent troops when it was time to send out troops and efforts, just to fight in Kai. Extra points in front of Ersus.
This is the helplessness and filth of politics.
At the top level of the Alliance, at a political meeting, it is more effective for Anasterian or Kael'thas to say that you, Kalos, are good than 10,000 Quel'Thalas commoners saying that you, the King of Alterac, are good.
Strip away the cloak of warmth, and politics has always been nakedly ruthless.
Now Carlos doesn't want to care about the battle loss ratio or the victory or defeat of the Maple Creek Valley defense battle. He doesn't even care about the army under his command. He just wants to end this matter quickly.
Anastarian agreed to Quel'Thalas joining the Alliance, and he was the introducer.
that's enough.
It wouldn't matter if only he and Quel'Thalas' envoy returned to Alterac.
I almost forgot about Turalyon.
Carlos corrected his idea. He, Turalyon, and the envoy were brought along. As long as the three of us make it back to Alterac alive.
This is the bottom line.
As soon as he finished thinking about it, Carlos rubbed his face vigorously and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Even if you think this way yourself, how can you blame your subordinates for having other thoughts?
"Your Majesty, I want to report to you."
Before he had gone far, Ymir stopped Carlos.
Seeing that Ymir didn't speak for a long time, Carlos understood and signaled the guards not to follow him, and then walked aside with Ymir.
"Your Majesty, the reinforcements have arrived. They are still three days away. They sent a messenger. I felt that this news should not be spread casually, so I hid the whereabouts of the messenger. This is a letter from China."
Ymir took out a roll of wax-sealed parchment and handed it to Carlos respectfully.
"Well done, you can arrange it later. I want to see the messenger."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."
Seeing that his decision was approved by Carlos, Ymir happily accepted the order and left with a smile.
But Carlos opened the wax seal, read the letter, and couldn't help but became furious.
"Nm's fart!"
Unable to resist venting his anger with Chinese curse words, Carlos crumpled the parchment into a ball.
The letter stated that Thoradin's Wall was lost ten days ago and was recaptured after a bitter battle by the garrison. More than half of the four thousand garrison were killed or injured. All the guards of Bigglas Bertone, the supreme commander of the garrison, were killed in battle. Bigglas Bertorn disappeared and was suspected of surrendering to the tribe.
Will a human racist like uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes rebel?
I do not believe! (To be continued)
