At noon on the third day, Anduin Lothar's support finally arrived.
Carlos warmly hugged Sedan Dasohan.
"I thought you would avoid me forever, teacher."
"It's better for us to avoid him, isn't it?"
"I can understand."
"I blame myself, but I don't regret it."
After whispering softly, the two strong men released their embrace.
After weighing the pros and cons, Anduin Lothar chose to completely trust Carlos, and with the endorsement of Khadgar and Dalaran, he dispatched the best two hundred people to the Altar of Storms for Carlos to dispatch.
"Sora, long time no see."
Alleria greeted her in a friendly manner, but the response she received was a disdainful "Tch~~".
Although disaster is about to strike, this small temporary camp is like a reunion of old friends after a long absence, full of joyful atmosphere.
Two years had passed from the time the orcs landed on Hillbrad to the Alliance's counterattack in the south. Not counting civilian casualties, the number of sergeants killed alone was over 150,000. Especially in the early days of the war, the countries of Lordaeron were skeptical of the warnings brought by Anduin Lothar. The orcs' military fronts showed mankind what the art of war is like destroying the dead.
In just three months, more than 70,000 of the first 100,000 recruited troops were killed, and the initial Hillblade defense line was breached.
However, under the cruel pressure of war, the surviving sergeants became the backbone and main force in the future, accumulating valuable strength and experience for the alliance's subsequent counterattack.
The two hundred people sent by Anduin Lothar are enough to form a teaching regiment. If they are used as the backbone to fill it with soldiers, it can be expanded into a combat-effective legion within a month.
These valuable war experts are usually scattered everywhere as grassroots officers and play a mainstay role. However, in order to deal with this crisis, they reunited again.
"It's really spectacular. Marshal Lothar is really brave. I look familiar with more than half of the people."
Carlos responded to everyone who saluted him, and then whispered to Sedan Dasohan.
"Originally, Turalyon, Uther, and Gavin Rad all wanted to come, but they were rejected by the Marshal. The Marshal said that what you need are super soldiers, not generals, so the criteria for selecting people is that they can fight, and they can fight well. They are particularly good at fighting. Except for the few elves brought by Alleria, these people are all good guys who tore apart the orcs."
Saidanda Sohan said proudly.
"It's only been two years, but I already feel like I was ten years ago. Am I getting old?"
Carlos said half-jokingly.
"This is war, neither romantic nor glorious."
Sedan Dasohan understood that Carlos wanted to use jokes to dilute the slight gap between the two, but the topic was really not funny.
"Okay, let's reminisce about the past later. Teacher, please take them to rest first. I still have work to do. Let's talk about it during dinner."
"no problem."
After bidding farewell to Saidan Dathrohan for the time being, Carlos walked up to Alleria.
"You changed your hairstyle? You almost didn't recognize it."
"Carlos, can you change your joke?"
"The taste still hasn't changed."
"This is x-harassment."
Sora suddenly interrupted.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, that's funny."
"Okay, it looks like you guys had a great time chatting, but I was too preoccupied."
Carlos shrugged his shoulders indifferently and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait, I'll go with you, Sora, see you later."
"snort."
Finding an unoccupied awning, Carlos and Alleria sat down.
"How did you come?"
Carlos asked curiously.
"Didn't you make a request for spell support? The tribesmen who came this time are all very powerful mages. Whether it is for the purpose of facilitating command or protecting them, I am the best candidate to lead the team."
Alleria explained calmly.
"Go back. This action is very threatening. Even I am ready to die in battle. Alleria, go back."
Carlos said sincerely.
"My child, the time I have been on the battlefield is longer than the lifespans of you and your father combined. It is not your turn to teach me the value of life."
Alleria suddenly became angry and spoke mercilessly.
"If it were Alleria from before, I would be happy to have a comrade like you."
Carlos said expressionlessly.
"You're such a nuisance."
Alleria lowered her head and spoke weakly.
"Really, go back. This is my advice as a friend."
Carlos made a last ditch effort.
As a senior member of the alliance, he had the authority to read the military situation, and the intelligence of the Death Knight's reappearance on the battlefield greatly touched the senior leadership of the alliance.
As the biggest insider, Carlos's associations are far richer than others.
Is it the remnants of Gul'dan in the Broken Isles or the remnants of the Shadow Council in Draenor?
Either way, it's not good news.
The war monster called the Death Knight is the deepest nightmare of all alliances.
For Alleria, his brother Liras was the darkest throb in her nightmare.
A bold and realistic guess is that Liras's heroic fighting attracted Gul'dan's attention. The young man from Quel'Thalas who was once a beautiful man in the new era was most likely transformed into a death knight.
Otherwise, it makes no sense why the orcs would go to such trouble to transport his body away.
This incident has become Alleria's inner demon.
A warrior who is not afraid of death is a terrifying meat grinder on the battlefield, but a commander who relies on fighting to paralyze himself is a headache for both superiors and subordinates.
Alleria was crazy and very sane. This kind of sane madness was a double-edged sword that Carlos didn't dare to touch.
"Without me, you can't command those arrogant mages. Are you sure you want to drive me away?"
Alleria asked with a smile.
"Forget it, just be happy. The specific actions will be taken in about two days. Have a good rest and adjust your condition. Then with the determination to die, we will save the world."
"good."
The mind-controlled Dark Iron Dwarf had been secretly sent to the lower level of the Black Stone Tower eight hours ago. From the feedback intelligence analysis of the monitoring and positioning spell, it appeared that the target's position was constantly approaching the center of the earth. Even if he didn't contact Mrs. Morgan, Carlos' plan was still right.
In the temporary camp of the Storm Altar, a large number of flame resistance potions and high temperature resistant equipment are being produced overtime.
It is important to have the determination to be brave and not afraid of death, but it is also essential to realize that if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your weapons. Without weapons that fit your hands and armor that fits your hands, fighting against the fire element with bare hands is nonsense.
While Carlos was preparing for the battle, Anduin Lothar also received the latest news.
"Marshal, the tribe is on the move! Scouts have reported that an army of more than 50,000 orcs is gathering, and will come into contact with our army's outer garrison in at most one day."
Is it a normal military operation or did the orcs get wind of it?
Anduin Lothar was lost in thought, the shadow of Ragnaros interfering with his judgment.
There are still two days and three hours left before the one hundred and twenty hours in the fable.
