Wherever the soldiers point, they are invincible. Le-wen-√∟,.
Carlos wanted to sweep across the battlefield with a wave of his hand and pretend to be this ancient and powerful figure.
But in a war, people will die, and the dead will have to pay resettlement fees to their relatives. Kael'thas will arrive in a few days. Even if he has 8,000 troops in his hands, he can't play like this.
What to do? One word: stable. Another word, coward.
Before the tribe could complete its offensive deployment, reinforcements arrived early. This was the best news, but unfortunately it was also the only good news.
The situation in Hillblade has changed, and the war situation between the Alliance and the Horde has been out of Carlos' control, so the memories have no effect on the trend of the war.
For Carlos, the situation was out of control.
Although he had long expected such a day, Carlos was still a little confused.
"My child, maybe I made a mistake. Letting you go north to avoid trouble, although you avoid other countries' possible doubts about you, it also makes you lose your right to speak within the alliance. An undercurrent is surging, Behind the accusation against Bigglas Bertone may not only be the internal strife within the Stromgarde regime, but more likely a collusion of human capitulationism. My child, my king, your father, your regent duke Having taken control of the domestic format for you, now, it's time to make your voice heard, now, it's time for the league to hear your voice. Your mother misses you."
After receiving Alex Barov's home letter from Shang Wenjie, Carlos felt not only warm but also agitated.
Why can't my alliance be united? Why are there always intrigues among humans? Why is it always so difficult to do something practical? How did we win when alliances in history were so bad?
The answer is of course because the Horde is worse than the Alliance!
Behind the mighty military power is the chaos of decision-making within the tribe and the power struggle that is more ruthless than humans.
This is also the fundamental reason why Carlos firmly believes that mankind will eventually win.
However, people will become tired if they are constantly exposed to negative information. The heart will get tired.
Perhaps it was under the influence of negative emotions again and again that Neltharion finally accepted the bewitchment of the Ancient God and eventually degenerated into Deathwing.
Thinking of this, Carlos suddenly became energetic.
If you are the destined savior, I am the voluntary savior. How can a small setback make me negative? How can you persevere without a big heart?
"Your Majesty, reinforcements have arrived, what should we do next?"
Henrichette looked at the change in Carlos' expression and felt that his king was in a good mood at the moment, so he hurriedly asked.
"rest."
Carlos gave the order impassionedly.
"Um, rest?"
"Kael'thas is coming, and it's time for us to leave. What else do you want to do? More than 8,000 people are going to evacuate. Is the plan ready?"
Carlos asked with a smile on his face.
"But our army is fighting the trolls. The catapults assembled by the orcs have already reached a certain scale. Your Majesty..."
Henrichet didn't understand His Majesty's thoughts, so he had to ask tactfully.
"Maintain the current fighting intensity, and then take turns to rest. When the elves send out their envoys, we will leave."
Carlos put the family letter in his arms, his eyes wandering, looking at the sky.
Even though there is no winter in Quel'Thalas. I still miss the snow in Alterac.
Five days later, Kael'thas' striker finally arrived.
During these five days. The war around Maple Creek Valley has never stopped. With sufficient troops, the high elves seem to have left all defense matters to humans, spending their time and energy single-mindedly on fighting the invaders.
So when Alleria returned to Maple Valley with the supply convoy, she looked at the long list of those killed in battle and was so angry that she was speechless for a long time.
"Carlos Turalyon, I need an explanation. I trust you so much, and you just repay my trust with a death list of 1,200 people?"
"I'm sorry, but..."
Turalyon wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Carlos.
"Dear General Marshal. It's great that you are finally back. I don't have to be pestered by your men every day asking for reinforcements or asking for troops. It's great. You must uphold justice."
Alleria heard something about Carlos's sinister tone of voice.
"You are the leader of the coalition forces."
"That's what you think."
"But you directed us all the way."
"Your prince hasn't said he's coming at that time."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't and have no position to accuse you."
"I accept your apology. At least you brought back twenty cartloads of food and supplies."
Alleria sighed and said nothing.
Even he rushed back anxiously because he heard that Kael'thas was coming, not to mention the guys under his command.
Twenty carts of supplies sounds like a lot, but it needs to supply an army of 10,000 people, which is enough for three days.
Comparing yourself with others and judging others by yourself, what position do you have against Carlos and the others?
"I heard your reinforcements have arrived?"
"Well, we bring our own dry food."
"Carlos, I thought we were friends, couldn't you put aside your cynicism?"
Alleria became angry.
"What's wrong with me? I just told you that the four thousand new people don't need you to raise rations. Why are you so sensitive?"
Carlos frowned.
"..."
Alleria was suddenly speechless.
"Okay, you two calm down. Why is it that after our strength has greatly increased, our original harmonious and friendly atmosphere has disappeared?"
Turalyon hurried out to smooth things over.
"I'm going to see the injured soldiers first."
Alleria left a few words, turned and left.
"What exactly is going on?"
Turalyon felt like he understood something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
"Arrogance is worthy of being the first of the seven deadly sins."
Carlos seemed to be talking about Alleria, but also seemed to be admonishing himself.
"Hey Carlos, what are the seven deadly sins?"
Turalyon asked in confusion.
"Oh, the seven deadly sins. In addition to arrogance, there are also sleeping in, eating alone, crazy about picking up girls, loving the beauty, and delaying and missing updates."
"Um, I didn't understand the last two."
"Actually, I don't really understand. Maybe it's not important. Otherwise, why would you be ranked last?"
After finishing their chat, Carlos and Turayan discussed the next action plan of the human army, and then at sunset, they waited for the arrival of Kael'thas.
The flag with red background and gold rim, the guard of honor with red background and gold rim, and the red robe with gold rim are like the sun in flames.
This guy who is so handsome that he transcends gender, this guy who is so handsome that he has no friends, this guy who exudes the aura of a strong man, is Kael'thas.
Seeing that all the capable guys on his side had solemn expressions, and seeing Turalyon looking at the intimate interaction between Kael'thas and Alleria with jealousy and hatred on his face, Carlos finally admitted helplessly. a fact.
I am a high elf face blindness patient.
For humans, high elves are far more beautiful than night elves, which is more in line with their own aesthetics.
But Carlos was tortured by 3D games in his previous life, and he was not very envious of the so-called elf face, and was even a little tired of it. When he was in Southsea Town, Carlos only had some cognitive impairment. When he arrived in Quel'Thalas, surrounded by thousands of high elves, Carlos finally became ill.
Carlos found that he couldn't see the high elf's face clearly.
When chatting with Alleria, Carlos usually distinguishes her by her clothing, hairstyle, bust size and body odor.
The one in braids is Alleria, the one in blue robe is Dar'Kan, and the one in red is Kael'thas, that's how it should be. However, you can’t go wrong in diplomatic situations!
In his panic, Carlos said to Turalyon: "On behalf of the Alliance, go up and have a few words with Kael'thas." (To be continued...)
