Either they are greedy for money, or they are lustful, or they protect their shortcomings, or they are murderous. Heroes always have bad habits of one kind or another, but as long as they are respected as heroes, they must have one thing in common - decisiveness. Copy the URL to access ◇↓，
Being decisive to the extreme is a very unscientific and mysterious self-confidence.
The mysterious self-confidence of successful people is called the wise and magical weapon.
The loser's crazy self-confidence is called blind dogmatism and not listening to what others say.
Therefore, self-confidence has nothing to do with right or wrong. What is right is God’s will, and what is wrong is the world!
Wild Turalyon came out again to increase his presence. When Lothar was most hesitant, he rushed back to Lothar with a group of troops and told the boss to fight.
The returned Silver Hand brothers have come out to show off their muscles again. The Sa family doesn't ask who the enemy is, only where it is. Brother Anduin, please raise the flag of justice for heaven!
Terenas, who had recovered his breath, also used a 50qb small speaker to shout. Don’t panic, my friend Lothar, I will renew your membership when your salary is paid next month.
There is so much good news, so just forget about those generals who are crying about poverty. Move whoever can move, and staying within the firing line despite minor injuries has been a fine tradition of our major league since ancient times.
How old is it?
That silly question was asked more than two years ago. Isn’t it ancient?
When Carlos received the battle report, the battle in the river valley was already old news a week ago.
After thinking about it, and combining it with the information he had that no one else should know, Carlos punched the granite next to him with a heavy fist.
"His Majesty?"
"Okay, I win!"
As a level 4 emperor ability user, Carlos mastered the [Actor] skill without a teacher, and his anger turned into joy in a flash.
"The Alliance wins!"
"Your Majesty, but Sir Lothar's military strength is probably..."
"Pass my order and the whole army sets off. We must catch up with Marshal Lothar and join forces together."
Carlos's army was originally south of Lothar. Even if the news was delayed by nearly ten days, it was not difficult to catch up with Lothar.
So when Carlos led the Alterac army to successfully join forces with Lothar, Lothar welcomed Carlos with the most solemn etiquette.
"The orcs are finished, there is trouble within them. This opportunity cannot be missed, time does not wait for us, Marshal!"
When Lothar asked Carlos about military strategy, Carlos didn't even have any opening remarks and directly pointed out Lothar's biggest doubt.
"You're saying that the factional struggle within the orcs has intensified?"
"What's worse, no, this should be a good thing for us. I'm afraid the orcs have fallen into civil strife."
"oh?"
Lothar wanted to continue listening, but Carlos remained silent.
"So what do you think we should do."
Lothar can reconcile such a big mess in the alliance. Naturally, he is also a cunning person. He knows how to seek common ground while reserving differences and skips this hurdle directly.
"Pursuit and fierce pursuit."
"But currently, we don't have enough mobile power on hand."
"Pursuit of Orgrim."
"oh?"
"I think we can..."
Talking to smart people doesn’t require too many twists and turns, it’s comfortable and hassle-free.
Lothar sent all the attendants around him away, and Carlos flicked his fingers. Did the same thing.
No one knows what Carlos Barov and Anduin Lothar were talking about, but when the old brothers Turayan and Uther thought they could fight alongside Carlos again. We got the news that Carlos left his army behind and left alone.
"Marshal, Carlos...well, ahem, Your Majesty, he..."
"Carlos. He is fighting the final battle on the battlefield that belongs to him."
Lothar's expression was uncertain as he answered Turalyon's question.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and I was talking about Orgrim.
Gul'dan's second-in-command not only stabbed him in the back, but also blocked the knife for him. By the time Orgrim returned to the tribe's southwestern camp exhausted, it was already a month later. Then the great chieftain of the tribe discovered that the harbor was deserted.
Red Blackhand eliminated all the people loyal to him and led the Blackstone clan back to the wetlands. Gul'dan eliminated all the obstacles and disappeared.
"Warchief, now is not the time to be discouraged. The tribe has only suffered a temporary defeat. On the other side of the sea and on the other side of the gate, the orc army is endless!"
Faced with the encouragement from his subordinates, Orgrim responded with a hearty smile.
"You are right, gather the manpower, let the wetlands find a way to put together a fleet, and let the Dragonmaw clan send more red dragons. We need to survive this difficult time."
How the Alliance and the Horde fight in Hillblade is no longer Carlos's concern.
Even though he made all kinds of calculations, the inertia of history maintained the continuation of the timeline in another way. If nothing unexpected happens to the alliance, they should win. If something unexpected happens, I can't control it.
Then, the war that belongs to Carlos Barov, and the war that belongs to the Barov family, should come to an end.
It’s time to meet Auriden Perenold, Aiden’s second son and the core figure of the anti-Carlos alliance.
Carlos led his bodyguard of less than 300 people all the way north, as if he was going to the city of Lordaeron. However, when he arrived at the west shore of Lake Lordaeron, he suddenly boarded the ship and disappeared from the sight of all those following him.
Under the cover of thick night fog, Carlos landed at the location indicated on a secret map, and then sent people to surround a hidden manor nearby.
After clearing all the detection sentries, Carlos personally rang the brass bell outside the gate.
"who?"
An old concierge who was blind in one eye opened the screen to observe the visitor, but found that he could not see the visitor's face, so he had to squat down.
"Protector of the Blood of the Firstborn."
After speaking the code word, the door opens.
The old concierge was Carlos's opponent. He pressed hard on the artery in his neck and the old man fainted. The two thugs tried to blow the whistle in their mouths, but found that no matter how hard they tried, they could not make any sound.
"Sora, don't kill anyone."
Carlos stood there, stopping the mage's murderous trick, and also alerting everyone involved in the operation. Don't kill anyone.
The guards filed in and quickly took control of the manor, efficiently and secretly.
Outside the main house, Carlos hesitated for a moment and finally realized that what he was obsessed with was just hypocrisy. Smiling to himself, he stretched out his hand to hold the door handle, destroyed the handle and the door bolt with a click, and then opened the door.
"Hey everyone, count me in the party!"
Facing a room full of current nobles, former nobles, and promised future nobles, Carlos opened his hands. He seemed to want to hug everyone present.
"It was my mother who betrayed me, right?"
Auriden Perenold stopped the panic on his side and asked calmly.
"Aunt Sasha is the daughter of the Stark family, how could she do such a thing."
Carlos smiled gently.
"But only the Queen Mother didn't come."
Auriden sighed.
"So here I am."
Carlos left the door and walked into the lobby step by step. Then he patted the shoulder of someone at the end of the long table, motioned him to stand up, and then sat down himself.
"Why."
Carlos asked.
"You know."
Although Oliden's hand holding the wine glass was shaking a little. But his voice was very clear, and his eyes didn't show much panic.
"Kill him. Kill him and all problems will be solved!"
Some people yelled at the top of their lungs out of fear, but Carlos and Oridan glared at them and had to stop.
"For me, there is no problem. Why betray the country? Except for Alterac City, all other lands can be ceded. All the inheritance of the Barov family can be discarded. What is the point of such revenge, and what is the use of such a crown? "
Carlos looked at Auriden with sincere and serious eyes.
"It's not that exaggerated. The Proudmoore family wants Southsea Town, the Menethil family wants Brill and Caer Daron, and the Greymane family wants northern Hillblade. Stromgarde wants gold and silver jewelry, and Tarren Mill It’s still mine.”
Auriden replied flatly.
"Well, I'll take it as serious. What's the crime?"
Carlos took two deep breaths and then asked.
"No crime."
Auriden answered.
"Oh? I thought it would be regicide."
Carlos laughed to himself.
"I know it was not you who killed my father. Our Perenold family owes you a favor in this matter."
Oridon's words are also sincere.
"oh?!"
Carlos was a little surprised.
"Because it feels really bad to betray the Alliance and humanity."
Auriden put down his glass, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Act on the master's command!"
The nobles who opposed Carlos waited for the order from the leader of the alliance, and all drew out their swords, wanting to kill Carlos. However, when the black claws pierced their chests, they looked at Oriden in horror. .
"His Majesty Carlos encountered an accident during secret talks with the opposition. When he was dying, he upheld Alterac's will and returned the crown to the Perenold family. What a perfect script."
Surrounded by draconians, Auriden's eyes glowed with an abnormal scarlet look.
"It turns out it was my eldest cousin's handiwork. No wonder, no wonder."
Carlos nodded calmly.
"Your Majesty, we are attacked by monsters!"
The captain of the guard rushed into the room to report the enemy situation to Carlos.
"Leave no one behind."
"Yes!"
The captain of the guard perfectly embodies what it means to be a soldier who takes obedience as his duty. He leaves decisively after receiving orders and ignores the situation in the room.
"Carlos, you are very powerful, but what makes you so arrogant in the face of the dragon's power?"
The dragons and half-dragons who had released the transformation were all over three meters tall, one, two, three...seven-headed dragons and four half-dragons. It was a giant creature that surrounded Carlos in a fan shape. Oridon thought that he Already a winner.
"Of course it's because I know that Neltharion has gone to the Outlands."
Carlos stood up.
"Do you think these semi-finished products like toys can stop me?"
Pulling off his cloak and taking off two axes from his waist, Carlos was filled with fighting spirit.
The long-lost confusion has been solved. It feels so good.
Thinking this way, Carlos, who looked like a millionaire, threw out two axes, then turned around and ran away. He was not mentally ill in a hand-to-hand fight with a dragon in such a small room.
"Chase!"
"Cut~"
"Hahaha."
Auriden commanded the dragon men to destroy the gate and rush out.
The beautiful black-haired human girl opened the curtains on the second floor and said disdainfully.
The female dwarf eating potato chips looked at the little book in her hand and didn't know why she was smiling.
"Oni, leave, it's time for this mess to end."
"Old Chromie, the world is so big, how come I can't meet you everywhere?"
"Little Aoni, I'm here to save your life. Auntie will be sad if you say that."
"..."
The young and beautiful girl knew that she was no match for the malicious and cute old witch in front of her, so she had no choice but to suppress her anger and endure it.
"Let's make a bet. Those of your men will not be Carlos's opponents."
"That's a hundred dragons!"
"Let's just say you don't want to gamble or not."
"What bet?"
"Go back to your own lair."
Onyxia thought for a while, since Chromie was here to control the situation, she had no chance to take action. If she won, it would be business as usual. If she lost, there would be no loss, so why not gamble!
"Okay, it's a deal!"
The beautiful girl stretched out her palm to give the dwarf a high-five, but the female dwarf wiped her hands on the beautiful girl's sleeve with her greasy palm.
Endurance, endurance, endurance, Dragon Hate God Chromie has been able to survive to this day. Naturally, he is not something that a little dragon less than two hundred years old like herself can handle. Onyxia took two deep breaths to suppress her anger and turned her gaze to the window. .
Within the time dragon's barrier, the space was solidified. Even though the dragons violently destroyed the buildings in the manor, this small room on the second floor of the main house could not feel even a trace of shaking.
"This is impossible?"
Slowly, waves of surprise appeared on Onyxia's beautiful face.
"Humans are a very magical race. Everything is possible."
Chromie closed the book in his hand calmly.
"I've finished reading it again. I don't know what to pursue. I don't know if "Abnormal World of Warcraft" will be updated!" (To be continued.)
