Carlos is determined to become a man living behind the fold, just like those glorious forerunners who passed down classics to the world.
For example, white rock pine.
For example, Wodsky Soder.
In order to achieve this goal, Carlos has been writing non-stop, and has published publications including but not limited to "Who is the Holy Light Fooling", "On Protracted War - Alliance and Horde", "Paladin Code of Conduct", "Let Yourself Go -" You Can Meditate," "The Snow of Alterac", "Lordaeron Doesn't Believe in Tears", "The Mad Lord" and other works.
Either professional, elegant, popular, or entertaining.
In the eyes of most people, Carlos Barov is a king with outstanding achievements.
However, in the eyes of literature lovers, Carlos Barov is a literary writer who was delayed by his military talents.
Even such a big shot in the world of badmouthing has unexpectedly embarrassing moments that cannot be described in words.
That's right now, at this moment, Carlos wants to sing about how~~how lonely it is to be invincible~~~oh oh uh!
"Where are the people?"
Finally, someone asked a question for Carlos.
Yes, where are the people!
There were at least two thousand strong men here at the Altar of Storms before the operation started. Dalaran also sent a large number of mages, and there were several hundred of Carlos's Alterac guards.
Where are people? !
Later, someone had already rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and a large amount of materials were piled there. Even some meat had not rotted.
Where have people gone! ?
In the empty camp that can accommodate more than 2,000 people, the more than 70 warriors who returned with honors felt an inexplicable feeling of terror.
Khadgar, who finally stepped out of the portal, was panting and wanted to say something to praise himself, but the unusual requests from everyone around him made him finally ask in confusion.
"It seems...something's wrong."
The main force was transferred, and I was forgotten by the political commissar under the Japanese artillery tower...
It took a lot of effort for Carlos to get the graphic delusion out of his mind and let his reason come online again.
"There are no traces of fighting. They walked in a hurry and with a plan. However, the wind and sand were too strong and covered many traces. It is difficult to find more details. However, the evacuation time should not exceed two days."
Alleria walked around the camp and came to a conclusion.
"Ouch! Why two days?"
Khadgar discovered a blind spot in his knowledge and decisively asked the ranger boss for advice.
"There's horse manure over there, go and smell it yourself."
"Well……"
The master and the hunter chatted to death, leaving the actor alone to think about life.
"No, it's impossible for my personal guards to leave like this without getting an order. Something must have happened."
Carlos had a trancelike feeling that things were different and people were different.
Isn't it just that I went underground to save the world once and went to an unknown mountain and snow forest to be a savage for a few days? How to return to the place where the dream started... no one is there?
"Your Majesty Carlos, something happened!"
"Um?"
"Observation post, observation post!"
"What happened to the observation post?"
"Please go to the observation station and have a look."
In fact, once you reach the summit, you may not be able to see all the mountains at a glance. Just like when you stand on Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the Himalayas, you cannot see the scenery along the southeast coast, although in theory there is no obstacle between the two points.
The same goes for the Altar of Storms.
Although the local location is very high, the visibility is actually not good. A wind vent rolls up sand and dust all year round to block the view.
Therefore, while Carlos was concocting the battle plan, the craftsmen of the Alliance chose another location to build an observation post.
About ten minutes away, Carlos took the lead and rushed there in less than three minutes.
After walking several zigzags along the simple steps, Carlos climbed onto the observation station. Then, the wooden railing was broken directly by Carlos.
War fortress, war fortress in the distance...
Burning.
As far as the eye can see, if the smoke from the beacon fire drips into the pond, the ink will burn the plain and dye the wind's lines the color of fire.
The wind was strong on the top of the mountain. Although everyone who followed Carlos up to the observation station was surprised by the scenery in front of them, they still unconsciously took two steps back. Only Carlos was left standing on the edge of the platform, like a statue carved from steel cast into rock.
"It's no use looking any further, go back."
Carlos took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart.
[Your friend Carlos the Berserker is offline. 】
[You also have strategist Carlos online. 】
Returning to the camp, Carlos waved his hand and shouted down the noisy people.
"Khadgar, Brick, you return to Ironforge separately, teleport spells, climb over mountains and ridges, whatever method you want, and within two days, mobilize the army to set off. If it can't be mobilized, let all the Alterac troops be mobilized. ."
"But……"
"Nothing but obey the order. The safety of the alliance will be left to you. My life, the life of Marshal Lothar, and the lives of everyone in the fortress will be left to you."
Without any more words, the two archmages looked at each other and left everyone's sight to make preparations.
The other people who stayed gathered around Carlos.
"Without horses, there's not much we can do. Even if each of you can fight one against ten, what can you do on this life-and-death battlefield between the Alliance and the Horde? The nearest fireworks are a hundred kilometers away from us. Waiting for you Don't even mention running over to help, I'm afraid you won't even have the strength to speak. Now collect supplies and seize all the time to rest. Disband."
Using his past prestige and power to temporarily suppress the commotion, Carlos decided to seek help from the almighty Holy Light.
After choosing a tent with the least amount of dust and telling others not to disturb him, Carlos knelt on one knee in a standard posture and quickly entered a meditative state.
In the fog of thoughts, Carlos trudged forward, feeling as sour as trudging through quicksand in a mire. Time and space are meaningless in this world of thinking. It may travel thousands of miles, it may occur in the blink of an eye, or it may have passed thousands of years. Finally, Carlos followed his telepathy and found the light he wanted. That is Turalyon, it is Uther, it is Gavin Rad, it is the light of all the Paladins who fight endlessly for the Alliance. Reaching out to touch the light, Carlos saw fragments of countless memories.
Excited.
sorrowful.
Puzzled.
confused.
Unyielding.
In the end, connected together, it was the blazing flames falling from the sky, the rolling and wrestling figures of the two giant dragons, the desperate wails of the orcs, and Lothar's tangled face.
At the end of the memory scene, only the flags of the Alliance and the Horde were left fluttering in the wind.
When Carlos opened his eyes again, the sky was already dark and dark.
After walking out of the tent, everyone sat around the campfire and stared at their commander silently.
"The officer keeps his profession, everyone else goes to bed and goes down the mountain early tomorrow morning."
Carlos looked up at the night sky. Through the clouds, the blood moon was faintly visible.
