What limits your imagination.
Lack of knowledge? No knowledge? Not high enough? Too few friends?
No, it's poverty.
The great philosopher, historian, thinker, revolutionary and statesman once said that science is the primary productive force, and poverty limits human imagination.
If you don’t even dare to think about it, how can you do it?
Therefore, only by letting yourself go can you embrace wealth.
So, daydream and reach the top of your life!
After Carlos was exhausted, his consciousness began to blur, and all he could think about were some sexy operations.
Even Malorne, the most powerful among the demigods, drove an entire division's Terror Guards in an unparalleled vehicle, but in the end his neck was broken by Big Meng in a one-on-one duel with Archimonde.
Is Malorne not as good at fighting as Big Meng?
Of course not, it was the overwhelming demon army that consumed Malorne's physical strength, it was Cenarius who cheated on him, and it was Archimonde the Defiler who planned carefully and skillfully in battle.
Mainly because Malorne was tired.
Demigods will get tired, they will be defeated when they are tired, and they will die when they are killed.
What's more, Carlos is just a mortal.
From the underground raid to thwart Ragnaros' conspiracy to the wilderness survival staged in the forest and snow, to Metal Gear Solid to open the way to Blackstone Mountain, Carlos has been fighting intensively for more than half a month. The whole process is not only a simple loss of physical energy, but also more psychological games that are not humane.
Carlos is tired.
Even the holy light cannot soothe the fatigue.
Ambition is something men have. Don't all kobolds still want to get two more candles to please their wives?
But when he really stood in the position of the alliance's generalissimo, Carlos realized how heavy this responsibility was and how terrifying this position was.
Like facing an abyss.
It's like walking on thin ice.
Lordaeron was in chaos. The news of Anduin Lothar's death was more terrifying than the earthquake. The rear was already in chaos.
God blessed mankind and gave him Anduin Lothar when the orc tribe was at its strongest. Only this man has the qualifications to unite the entire human world and form this alliance.
It has nothing to do with ability. What kind of person he was in his previous life was something Carlos was too lazy to think about. But in this life, Carlos can say that with a clear conscience - no one works harder than me, no one!
Just talking about human society, people with better talent than Carlos have not worked as hard as Carlos, and those who work harder than Carlos have not yet been born. To stand at the top of the human race, Carlos believes that he is a benchmark and a role model.
When it comes to talent and ability, Carlos is not afraid of anyone.
But the Alliance, a hodgepodge of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is really not something that can only be done if you have the talent and ability.
Lineage, reputation, and qualifications are too important.
It's easy to say that on the front line, no one can compare to Carlos in terms of status and achievements. Everyone naturally regards Carlos as the temporary commander-in-chief. But to the north, to the north of the Burning Plains, to the north of Ironforge, to the north of the wetlands, on the other side of the sea, in the sky that ordinary Alliance soldiers could not see, the clouds of intertwined power made Carlos breathless.
His father participated in the legendary spoils-sharing conference on his behalf. He made a huge concession as soon as he learned of Lothar's death, and used the most expensive and fastest magic communication method to give himself a message: Come back soon.
No wonder none of the great kings and lords such as Dailin and Genn came to the front line.
Before, Carlos thought that they were afraid that Lothar would be difficult to do on the deep front lines, but he was young and respected Lothar, so he came here without hesitation.
But now Carlos finally figured it out.
The king of Lordaeron is the king of Lordaeron after all, and the battle of Lordaeron has ended long ago.
This southern expedition was Lothar's personal battle and the final revival of the Stormwind City regime.
This southern expedition is a deal.
Carlos, a handsome seven-foot man, was so sad that he wanted to cry.
For Lothar and for myself.
The Iron Horse Brotherhood extended a hand of friendship to them immediately, and they supported whoever supported the continuation of the fight.
There are currently about 30,000 Alliance members in the Burning Plains. They are the most die-hard anti-tribalists and have the strongest will to fight. Carlos can command them.
But the 100,000 Alliance troops stationed near Ironforge were already unstable.
Khadgar and Brick both came back.
Brick took Carlos's token and mobilized an Alterac army of about 17,000 people, but Khadgar brought back only a thousand dwarves from Ironforge.
The reasons given by the Alliance generals stationed in Ironforge are very good. The dispatch of an army of this scale requires the order of the Grand Marshal.
Ha, ha, ha, make me laugh!
Carlos wanted to vent, but he couldn't.
Even without the title of Generalissimo, he still performed the duties of Generalissimo.
Anyone can give up, but not him, Carlos Barov.
In another timeline, Lothar led 30,000 people to fight Kilrogg first, and then Orgrim. They fought for two full years, fighting the Horde to the detriment of both sides, and finally had the decisive battle in the Burning Plains.
What was the situation?
Eight thousand alliances fought against 12,000 tribes. After the first battle, Turalyon led the defeated army and swept across the old territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
However, now, although the Alliance has strong troops and horses, the tribe has not yet shed its last blood. It is only the roughest estimate that there are still 100,000 orcs in the Burning Plains.
Carlos can't give in. If you take a step back, there will be endless trouble!
The battle for Lothar has ended, and the battle for Carlos has just begun.
Luckily Turalyon was included. Generals including Uther and Gavin Rad all sided with Carlos.
The Burning Plains was not a good place. In the name of escorting Lothar's body back to Ironforge, Carlos sent all the prestigious generals back.
It doesn't matter if they pull people or use coercion and inducement. Ironforge's 100,000 troops must be mobilized.
Prior to this, Lothar used a rotational consumption method to fight for the sake of logistical supplies. Only then did the scene of 50,000 troops working hard at the front and 100,000 troops watching the snow behind them appeared.
This is very reasonable. To transport supplies from Ironforge to the Burning Plains, one hundred kilograms of food will consume forty kilograms on the way, not to mention that before the production of Ironforge is restored, the dwarves will have to rely on Lordaeron's support.
Pulling all 200,000 Alliance troops to the Burning Plains, the armaments that have been hoarded for so long are not enough to be consumed for a month.
This is something no sane general would do.
But things are different.
Lothar's death brought huge waves to the alliance's muddy waters.
Without the pressure from the front line, the aristocrats at the rear are likely to lose their salary.
Hahahahahaha, laugh, you fucking make me laugh!
The Iron Army, which cannot be defeated by the orcs, is about to be drained by its own people.
Smile!
If you can’t laugh, then fight!
The only solution Carlos could think of was to fight the tribe before causing trouble at the rear.
Only the fear of war and the threat of death can make greed temporarily retreat from human nature.
For this reason, Carlos did not hesitate to take risks.
