People die for money and birds die for food. As long as someone pays, even if it is Carlos's head, someone will dare to take it. This is an objective law of economics and cannot be changed by personal will.
The only problem is that Ravenholdt Manor is in the honeymoon period with Carlos because of its participation in the Hilbrad Enclosure Plan. Professionals were unavailable, and the ability of domestic soldiers was worrying. Carlos arrived at Menethil Port not to mention a dangerous journey, not even a surprise.
The internal strife among humans had no effect on Carlos other than being disgusting. Most of the humans' high-end combat capabilities joined the alliance to fight the orcs on the front lines. The quality of the guys in the rear was really worrying. There wasn't even a single decent assassination along the way, and more of them were lame dramas that weren't even as good as a farce.
The only decent battle was when a group of gnolls stole horses in the middle of the night and disturbed Carlos, so he was surrounded by more than 2,000 tough men.
Apart from that, there was no rain or shine.
But it wasn't until he entered Menethil Port that Carlos realized that he was really NA?VE.
The people who took action before were all mentally ill minor characters, scum trying their luck. Real bosses don't use knives to kill people.
Carlos understood what the guys in Lordaeron were afraid of, what they were contradicting, what they were struggling with, what they were condoning, what they were acquiescing to, and what they were expecting.
So he could also forgive Daelin Proudmoore for his actual betrayal.
Even if the admiral lined up people to explain the situation.
"The pressure is too great. The general can't bear it anymore, so marshal, we can only make up seven ships in one month, and only two ships in three days."
A battleship can carry 300 people, and the cargo ship can only hold 500 to 700 people. This means that Carlos has 20,000 troops in his hands. He must either go around Arathi and cross Thoradin's Wall, or he can only He can bring less than a thousand people back to Nanhai Town.
This may not be what Terenas or others want to do to Carlos, but more of a test of attitude. It doesn't matter even if Carlos doesn't have enough ships to stay in Menethil.
But attitude is relative. If he does this, Carlos will have to pay the corresponding price.
I don't want to fall out with Lordaeron's top brass.
It's not that they are unwilling, but that they are unable. If there is substantial internal fighting now, it will be a disaster for the alliance.
Therefore, Carlos must fully accept the difficulties from the north.
The more you feel wronged now, the louder your voice will be at the negotiation table in the future.
So Carlos didn't even give himself a day's rest. He sent people to inspect the ship, immediately boarded the ship and set sail, leaving the remaining men at Menethil Port to rest.
Soldiers are more valuable than more, and the number of men Carlos took away was only over seven hundred.
Because after weighing the pros and cons, Carlos couldn't find a reason for his old father-in-law to kill him, nor could he find a reason for Jean to kill him, let alone a reason for Dalaran and Quel'Thalas to deal with him.
The only people left who want to do harm to themselves are the guys whose Hilbrad enclosure plan was damaged.
If he blocks other people's way of making money, even the king and those guys who have lost blood dare to pull him down.
But to deal with these guys who are just lying around and making money, there is no need for a large army. Seven hundred people are enough.
With such pride, Carlos was enjoying the wind on the sea.
Awe, yes, awe.
Those people respected me because I was the hero who turned the tide.
Those people fear me because I am a hero whom the people want.
The general trend of the world must be divided for a long time. Unfortunately, in the current situation, the seven countries are divided, and the main theme of human society is division but not division.
Carlos understood that with the current productivity of mankind, let alone technology, magic is not easy to use. To force an empire is to seek death.
Now is not twenty years in the future. There is neither the raging undead natural disaster nor the great development of technology and magic. A magic communication will cost dozens or hundreds of gold coins. There are still large tracts of wasteland in the countries, and there are many Wild intelligent species divide traffic. Under such circumstances, forcibly unifying an empire is simply an attempt to open up new territories on paper.
The core area of Emperor Thoradin's empire at that time was only the Arathi Plateau. The current human territory is more than five times that of the Arathor Empire.
Therefore, wise people understand that even if Carlos proclaims himself emperor by force, it will only be temporary, so they are looking forward to Carlos's attitude. As long as Carlos does not provoke a unity war within mankind, Carlos can propose any conditions worthy of his status as a hero.
But the guy with half a bucket of water clanking the bell only knows that heroes emerge from troubled times, and he only knows that the ancestors of the current kings were just nobles like himself.
I can't touch the monk?
Therefore, the careerists are preparing to make Carlos a target, a tycoon harboring evil intentions. The person who defeats Carlos is of course the savior, and a crown is worthy of the status of the savior.
But all this can only happen on the road from Nanhai Town to Lordaeron City.
No matter whether they are those who have been blocked by Carlos or those who long for the crown, they cannot raise the flag legitimately because Carlos is still the acting marshal of the alliance.
And the actual situation is that as long as you reach Nanhai Town, support from Alterac will arrive in less than two days, and those wishful ambitions have no scruples at all.
The so-called assassination plan is just a delusion after drinking too much horse urine.
Thinking of this, Carlos uttered the words that could be called an instant death curse in a strange way: "Who dares to kill me, hahahahaha!"
"Wait, why did I say this?"
Carlos shivered inexplicably, thinking that he might have been exposed to too much cold wind, so he turned back to the cabin to rest.
In Keldaron, after a period of time and space distortion, a short figure groaned and let out a lament.
"What on earth have I done to deserve to clean up this mess?"
After Chromie read all the death marks he could find, he finally had a clear idea of what he had done before.
"I don't see any hope in this world line at all. Where did I get the confidence to go all out before? To clean up such a mess, I might as well go back and take care of the dragon eggs. Saving the world is the most annoying thing."
Using the magic power absorbed during his rotation at the Ruby Temple, Chromie easily checked the evolution of this world line, and then smacked his lips.
"Mrs. Morgan is going to split herself, Onyxia is going to infiltrate human society in advance, the orcs are going to be defeated in advance, and there will be a huge chaos within the human race. Wow, it's such a mess. How can such a world resist the Burning Legion? There is such a world line What’s the value of maintenance? I think you are simply making things difficult for me, Chromie. Hmm~~~~~The key person, Carlos Barov? It’s such a tragic Shura field.”
After clearing his thoughts, the lazy Chromie disappeared to the place where Carlos once fought.
