I have to say, Turalyon is a wonderful man.
When he was an unknown and foolish boy, his experience was sympathetic.
But when he became the league's brightest star, the same experience became inspirational.
Okay, this is political.
Turalyon was an orphan. He couldn't remember who his parents were, and he didn't have any tokens with him. He was adopted by a single veteran in the prison of Lordaeron.
A little kid, a little kid who can get in and out of prison bars, a bunch of ruffians who make money, logically speaking, Turalyon should become a social blind, a scumbag, this is in line with common sense.
But no, his adoptive father was an upright man and a competent soldier. In prison, Turalyon not only did not become stained with the color of crime, but under the guidance of his adoptive father, he read and learned calligraphy and developed a perfect swordsmanship.
After his adoptive father died, just in time for the orcs to invade Lordaeron, Turalyon was freed from the dilemma of whether to inherit his adoptive father's position as jailer or go out and do something else.
Of course he's going to be a soldier.
Then, please pay attention to the key points!
After Turalyon signed up to join the army, due to his excellent training performance, he was quickly spotted by the first and most important noble man in his life. A silly boy from Lordaeron became the adjutant of Anduin Lothar, the supreme commander of the alliance. .
What does this mean?
It shows that reading is useful!
Take a closer look, what exactly does it mean?
It shows that a handsome young man with scholarly temperament will eventually succeed!
That's enough. Put down the kitchen knives in your hands and talk about what you have to say. Marshal Lothar died heroically for the liberation of all mankind. You have to give the great hero the title of a handsome dog to be satisfied, right?
Ahem...
Putting aside the legendary experience, just talking about the political component, Turalyon is even better.
With no father or mother, and the death of his adoptive father, he had a prosperous and prosperous Kingdom of Lordaeron. Through the words and deeds of Anduin Lothar, he became active in the alliance's high command and on the battlefield. He was recognized by the soldiers, familiar with the generals, and recognized by the king.
Turalyon is simply the perfect golden turtle template.
The remnants of the Kingdom of Stormwind regard Turalyon as one of their own because of Anduin Lothar; the Kingdom of Lordaeron regards Turalyon as "someone else's child" because of his origin; Carlos Barov and him Brotherly love is a life-long friendship; Daelin Proudmoore and Genn Greymane fought side by side with him on the battlefield more than once; as the first batch of paladins, the spiritual leader Alonsos Faodang He is his own child.
You think, if Carlos Barov, the current de facto military leader of the Alliance, goes north to Lordaeron, who should continue to lead the Alliance?
"Only you, Turalyon, my brother, must carry out Ser Lothar's legacy and free the suffering people of Elwynn Forest."
Carlos took apart the machinations behind it and finally made Turalyon understand what kind of crisis the alliance was facing.
One person does not live in the temple, two people do not look into the well, three people do not lift the tree, and one person does not sit alone and leans on the railing.
In the battle on the Burning Plains, the orcs were severely weakened and had almost no ability to make a comeback. So, some people in the rear thought it was time to stop. Anyway, let others take care of the last bit. But if everyone thinks so, no one wants to suffer a loss...
"Are all the nobles of the alliance stupid? The orcs came from another world. Now is a great opportunity to pursue victory. They actually want to withdraw their troops at the expense of money?"
Turalyon exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Attention, I am the head of a noble family, and you are also a newly promoted marquis. If you curse, just curse, and don't bring yourself into it."
Carlos' eyelids felt twitching, and his conscience ached a little.
"Sorry, keep going."
Turalyon maintained a correct attitude and continued to listen.
"The reality is that many people are not afraid of death unless the butcher's knife is put to their necks. And those of us who are afraid of death, most of us died on the front lines. Those guys bragging about the terror of orcs are just to show off their non-existent martial arts, and I don’t really understand how scary the orcs are. But these are not important, not at all. This kind of guy really doesn’t matter. As long as we are united and tough, they will compromise with us.”
"Then what's most important?"
"About twenty people."
"ha?"
Turalyon was confused by Carlos.
"There are only one or two people in charge of Dalaran's six-person council. Well...counting Kel'Thuzad, there are three. In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, excluding my old father-in-law Terenas, there are four major factions. We Count five. There are three families with real power in Gilneas, so let’s count three. The internal power struggle in Stromgarde is very confusing, but the Trollbane family can still control the situation. Let’s count less, two. Alteran Now it’s my father and I who make the decision, counting two. Magni from Ironforge, the high elves from Silvermoon City, including your sweetheart Alleria, and some other hidden force leaders. These The total number of these guys, less than thirty, is the real power in human society."
Carlos's words made Turalyon truly confused.
"this……"
"Actually, Sir Lothar drew a cake. Now that the wall with the cake collapsed, everyone began to think about whether it is necessary to continue drawing cakes. Compared with the cakes that cannot be eaten, the rice bags at home are the most important. . Fighting against the Horde orcs is not just an outing. The supplies consumed every day are astronomical. You know in Lordaeron, the guys who stole and embezzled military funds filled the prison you once stayed in because of this incident. The severed heads can be used to build a temple in Beijing. Are you afraid?"
"So good..."
"As an adjutant, you have done a good job in the military. But Sir Lothar cares for you too much, and he did not tell you any of the dirty things behind it. No, this is not good. The road to growth will only have flowers and friends."
Turalyon lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly had some insights.
"You mean it's no longer profitable to continue the southern expedition?"
"In my opinion, everything has pros and cons."
"Carlos, speak human language."
"Sorry, I haven't stepped down from the position of life coach."
"please continue."
"The actual situation is that after these few years of fighting, the hundreds of years of savings of my Barov family have bottomed out, and the Kingdom of Alterac's treasury is empty and even rats will not touch it. The Kingdom of Lordaeron is better, Gilneas and Stromgarde was bleeding heavily, while Dalaran was newly built. It was also my old father-in-law who had a high vision and kept cutting off flesh and blood. He tried his best to behave like everyone else, and fought for a generous name without letting the Kingdom of Lordaeron become everyone's. imaginary enemy."
"Now even people within Lordaeron are starting to hope to get their money back?"
Turalyon thought for a moment and thought of gamblers, the kind of gamblers who lose their money.
"Yes, I hope to get my money back. This description is very appropriate. But those guys who rely on imagination to fight the war have no idea what the front line looks like. The orcs are also fighting for their lives. There is something wrong with their world. This is a life and death battle that has nothing to do with glory. , the winner lives, the loser dies, there is nothing to return to.”
With the large-scale prisoner interrogation, Carlos has been able to reveal some information that he could not say before, which makes him feel very good.
"so what?"
Turalyon was a smart man and already understood what Carlos had been reluctant to say.
"Keep drawing Sir Lothar's pie."
Carlos said so.
And Turalyon immediately thought of an idea, a word he had heard mentioned by others.
Son of Lothar.
