Brother is not in the world, but there is a legend about him in the world. [No pop-up novel website]
Carlos was processing documents sent from thousands of kilometers away in the proposed command camp, and couldn't help but have some thoughts.
The script is written, the actors are in place, the bait is set, and the fish bite. The last backbone force maintaining stability in Alterac City was transferred to quell the rebellion. The traitors' ambitions were about to be exposed. But who could have imagined that thousands of miles away, the king and his most trusted army, whose life and death were unknown, had already been Geared up, just waiting for the rebellion to happen.
The magic society is good. Although the conditions are harsh, the reliability of the large portal is still worthy of trust. When the rebels thought they had won, the king's army descended out of thin air with one to ten, which was so despairing and sour.
Although it has passed the second period (I think so), Carlos still likes this kind of slap-in-the-face plot.
Killing batch after batch, and reforming, will inevitably touch the interests of some people, and betrayal is inevitable. Carlos never thought that his body would be shaken and everyone would die for me. However, since he came to the throne, the drama of wooing and suppressing has never stopped. Judging from the intelligence collected, Lothar has basically completed the task of unifying the alliance and is about to go south. When the Alliance monster's wounds are fully recuperated, anyone who stands in the way of this behemoth's fight with its mortal enemy, the "Horde," will be torn to pieces.
Therefore, there are not many opportunities for our external enemies to cause trouble.
And internally, those who had the strength to rebel in the past were either exterminated or their interests were assimilated. There are not many who have the motivation, ability and such prestige and appeal anymore.
If Carlos and the Barov family are allowed to develop for a few more years, these people will eventually lie dormant until death.
Carlos had to admit that his rise to power was filled with too much helplessness and too much filth.
But it's all worth it. You want a happy ending for everyone, but you're not willing to pay the corresponding price. How can such a good thing happen?
after tomorrow. The Kingdom of Alterac will finally become my strongest foundation.
Carlos walked away for a while, then turned around and found that the candle was almost burned out.
Is the night already so deep?
In my mind, this is already the fourth candle.
To ensure nothing goes wrong. The portal has been charging since yesterday afternoon and has been in a pre-activated state. Carlos also considers himself young and staying up all night will not affect the possible battle tomorrow.
Signaling the guard to light another candle, Carlos stood up and stretched. Walked around the table twice.
Then, a low roar came from the distance.
"Master Brick...and Master Sora are invited to come."
This shocking roar gave Carlos an ominous premonition.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid we are in big trouble."
Fang Bian is entering middle age. Even though he is successful in magic, his body is not as good as that of young people. There is a worried look in his swollen eyes.
"It's not much trouble. From the sounds, it's just a tidal giant. There are also sirens and sea beasts at most."
As an "old man", Sora is indeed full of energy. A look of indifference.
"That's enough for you. There are no Silver Moon Guards or legions of military divisions here. Give me some constructive suggestions. If you don't have any, please shut up."
Seeing that Sola was ready to talk about the train again, Carlos quickly rounded off his words.
Seeing the meaning of exploration in the eyes of his eldest son, Fang Bian explained: "I'm afraid it's the portal that attracts these guys. The energy of the wetland node itself is not strong, but the portal we built brings together the water elements within a hundred miles. At the same time, this rich power of water is as irresistible to these marine creatures as catnip is to cats."
"But this is hundreds of kilometers away from the coast. Do all sea creatures have dog noses?"
Carlos wanted to tell Fang Bian that according to experiments conducted by some cat slaves in his previous life, catnip was only attractive to 73% of cats, but it was too fussy to think about it at the moment. No words were spoken.
"Your Majesty, the mage Raistlin requests to see you."
The guard nodded in response to the report, and a moment later, the black-robed mage walked in.
"Your Majesty the King, I have detected a fishman nightwalker snooping around the camp."
The black-robed mage reported his findings unhurriedly, and then stood aside.
"Oh. Maybe we fishmen ate too much, which attracted revenge."
Sora fanned the flames.
"Don't make trouble. Swamp murlocs and deep-sea murlocs are not the same thing. I haven't read much, so don't lie to me."
Ignoring Sora's c-tech jokes, Carlos believed in his own knowledge.
To be fair, the army stationed in the wetland can be regarded as an elite division selected from the best in Alterac. More than half of the soldiers are veterans who have fought since the orcs invaded the Hillbrad Hills until the Alliance won the Battle of Hillbrad. , and for this plan, the logistics supplies are well prepared, and Carlos is not afraid of the challenge of the sea monster.
But fearlessness does not mean nothing.
The ultimate goal of the plan is Alterac City, thousands of miles away. It is not in Carlos's interest to fight the sea monster here.
"Blow the assembly call and set up a defensive line. Sora, please go there in person and investigate the specific situation."
After thinking for a while, Carlos finally issued the order to prepare for war and sail the Wannian ship carefully.
"No problem, honey, but I want to get my reward in advance!"
Looking at Sola's pouted mouth, Carlos felt a twinge of pain in his balls.
If you were normal, it wouldn't be a bad idea to play two friendly matches. But you are a crazy girl, I...
"Uncle Fang Bian, please excuse me."
Carlos changed the order
"Okay, I'll go back to the portal to arrange it before setting off."
"No, I'm going, I'm going!"
No longer paying attention to Sola, Carlos nodded to the trumpet, and soon, the short and powerful sound of the trumpet broke the tranquility of the night.
In the end, Sora, with a grimace on his face, still managed to get a way out of the investigation.
"You went to investigate yours, why did you drag me along?"
Raistlin looked dissatisfied. Observing and actually maintaining the portal at close range was a rare experience for a mage. Besides, Fang Bian was kind to him and did not hesitate to answer some academic questions, so Raistlin Didn't want to leave camp at all.
"Isn't it just an elemental resonance type of portal construction? The only novelty is the frame composition of the preset runes. The only difficulty is that the precise positioning has been calculated in advance. If there is anything to learn, go out for a walk with me. I’ll teach you later.”
Sora said nonchalantly.
"Quel'Thalas has given you so much, why would you oppose it?"
Raistlin asked, frowning.
I had to admit that Sola was indeed a genius. She was the best choice in terms of martial arts, magic, and knowledge. However, her attitude made Raistlin very dissatisfied and even disgusted.
"It is precisely because of the depth of love that the hatred is so profound."
Thora's sudden seriousness made Raistlin confused.
But without further words, Sora slowly left the camp.
The night was dark and the fog was so thick that even the firelight from the camp could not shine more than ten meters away.
Before Sola's figure dimmed, Raistlin chased after him. (To be continued.)
