"Your Majesty, all the orcs' catapults have been destroyed. [No pop-up novel website]"
The captain of the guard knelt on one knee and reported the military situation to Carlos, but Carlos focused on the bloody ax blade.
Even if it is an arcane product, the ax blade still has a curled edge.
Taking a step back with his right foot, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and sprinkled it on the semi-congealed blood of the Arcane Ax, then scraped away the dirt with the outside of the iron-inlaid glove, and Carlos stood up.
"Collect the team."
Using a knight with three attacks and three defenses to fight against a big player with zero attack and zero defense will give you no sense of accomplishment at all.
This group of orcs were all guys who had never been to Hillbrad, and no one had even heard of Carlos's name, which made Carlos' pretense completely unsatisfied.
Seven people died and fourteen were seriously injured. The men Carlos brought over were able to defeat two centurions of the Orcs with less than 20% of the casualties, which deeply shocked the guys in the Morgan Militia.
Yes, although Julius and his men followed and charged, the militiamen found that they could not keep up with Carlos' pace.
According to the accumulated experience, when the Morgan Militia Group fought against the orcs, they used a process of two people in the front, one person in the back, and killing with bows and arrows. This process was basically in line with the situation of the alliance against the orcs in Hillblade in the early days of the war.
But Carlos and his soldiers completely subverted the senses of the Morgan Militia.
When did the orcs become so weak?
Without detours or tactics, the orcs were completely crushed in terms of single combat effectiveness.
Especially the king of Alterac, whose violent appearance not only shocked his enemies, but also his own people.
"Your Majesty, what should we do with these orc corpses?"
On the battlefield, military achievements can best explain the problem. When Carlos proved himself with force, Julius, who was originally respectful to the crown, was truly convinced.
"It's up to you."
Putting the ax on his shoulder, Carlos turned around and waved his hand, and all the Guards left the battlefield relying on each other.
Along the way, I got good news. But after this battle, Carlos speculated that there was more than one piece of bad news.
First, Red. Blackhand gave up, and Orgrim regained power. Because these orcs, who were obviously not returning from Lordaeron, shouted the name of Doomhammer in their battle cry.
Secondly, the black dragon prince Nefarian took action against the orcs' civil strife because the nooses used by the orcs' catapults were actually dragon sinews.
Although in the novel, after the Battle of Glory in the Burning Plains, the orcs were defeated. Nefarian sheltered the defeated Blackrock Orcs into Blackrock Tower. But wake up, in real life, there is no warmth and calmness. Nefarian starts from the position that is most beneficial to himself and controls the tribe behind his back. It is the most perfect option.
Therefore, the Alliance is likely to have to face not only the orcs, but also the Black Dragon Legion.
To be honest, Carlos was really curious about the Battle of the Burning Plains in another timeline. Did the Black Dragon Legion and the Dark Iron Dwarves just watch the Alliance and the Horde fight to the death?
Thinking about this, Carlos waited until Steve arrived. Watson returns to Morgan's Post.
"Your Majesty. Please allow me to introduce to you that this is Master Wigma. He will lead Your Majesty and your guards to the Madam's residence."
A taciturn mage nodded to Carlos as a salute.
Carlos's guards couldn't help but glare at him, what a rude guy.
But Carlos nodded calmly and said let's get started.
Wigma didn't waste any time. He stamped his foot, and his aura came out of the mage's robe, blowing up gravel and dust. When the dust fell to the ground, sharp-eyed people discovered that the ground was actually as smooth as water.
Wigmar took out a water bag engraved with magic runes. Pour the water in the bag onto your palm first and then drip to the ground like silver threads. Then a magical scene happened. The water seemed to be alive. It did not penetrate into the sand and gravel at all, but ignored gravity. It flows on its own and outlines a mysterious trajectory.
Carlos sniffed and asked with a hint of confusion: "Pure water? I also smell the smell of evening primrose and dream leaf grass."
Wigmar's brows twitched, and he was a little surprised that the giant man in front of him who was full of fireworks actually knew magic knowledge and pharmacy, but he still didn't say anything.
The water bag, which seemed to have a maximum capacity of one and a half liters, continuously flowed out magical water, and a complex magic circle with a diameter of more than five meters gradually took shape.
"It's a very exquisite structure. To be honest, I understood at most a third of it. With this magic circle alone, you deserve the title of master."
Carlos praised sincerely.
The Paladin is not just a reckless man who only knows how to kill people with a knife. His mother's careful training since childhood has given Carlos a good knowledge of magic. As his status grows, many mysterious books that are as important as life to civilian mages also come to him. You can browse through it at will. Carlos has actually started studying sacred magic.
But now, if you want to upgrade your Paladin perception, you need two million experience points. Carlos's daily experience is only one thousand points, and it is getting more and more difficult. If you want to rely on system upgrades, you can only waste time. So Carlos took a two-pronged approach and was also conducting related research himself.
The basic principle of the magic circle is probably to communicate with the water flow, and use the stars and another incomprehensible power coordinate for positioning. To put it simply, it is a teleportation magic circle.
Although being able to teleport without relying on mage towers and space nodes is a great thing, Carlos clearly felt that this magic circle was not that simple.
"Okay, His Majesty Carlos, let's go. How many guards do you need to take with you?"
When Wigma stopped, blue fluorescent water vapor filled the entire space, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, Steve. Watson asked with a smile.
Never pretend to be * when you shouldn't be. Carlos has never considered going alone. Turning around, Carlos asked his captain of the bodyguard to stay and command the others, and named a few more thoughtful people. The names of the personal guards were gathered together, and then they came to talk to Steve. Watson nodded.
Carlos, Twelve Guards, Steve. Watson, plus Wigma who was standing in the center of the magic circle, and fifteen people stood directly in the five-meter magic circle, and it didn't seem too crowded.
In the field of vision of the captain of the guard, a burst of water mist lingered, and fifteen people suddenly disappeared.
From Carlos's perspective, the space outside the magic circle twisted like water, then calmed down again, and things had changed.
Facing a huge lake, there are either mountains or an empty space in the distance, and the slightly biting and majestic wind blows the water vapor on the surface, which is very uncomfortable.
"Heir of the ancestral blood, you are finally here. Praise Elune."
A gentle and intoxicating voice came from behind. Carlos turned his head sharply, and with just one glance, he confirmed the identity of the woman who spoke.
Sylvie. Morgan. (To be continued.)
