Politics comes from life, politics is higher than life, and politics is life.
Among races with social structures, politics is everywhere.
Many friends and few enemies are just means, not ends.
So, what is the purpose of politics?
Party unity defeats differences.
Three friends go out to play. I want to eat hot pot, you want to go to an Internet cafe, and he wants to have skewers.
what to do?
I told him, let’s go eat hot pot. Meituan can order barbecue takeout.
He agreed.
I tell you, go eat hot pot. Only after eating will you have the strength to stay up all night.
You agreed.
So my goal was achieved, this is politics.
It is easy to flip a table, and it is mostly correct and simple, but the consequences are very serious.
For example, a certain stupid king who does not understand people's hearts has practiced most of the justice in his life, but in the end he ended up betraying his relatives. This is the consequence of ignoring politics.
Carlos didn't want this, so compromise and concession became inevitable choices.
Take the three friends just now, because the guy who wants to go to the Internet cafe hinders you to eat, and will you hampe him with the buddy who wants to string? Then he held high the banner of the hot pot party to overthrow the rebellion of Lu Chuan cult, and finally stepped on their corpses and ordered a spicy mandarin duck pot to remember the lost youth and friendship?
As the great man said, a small step back today is a big step forward tomorrow. Only by knowing how to compromise and tolerate can we truly be unswerving, and only by learning to put ourselves in someone else's shoes can we gain true friendship.
Carlos sat in the carriage, thinking a lot.
I understand the truth, but Tama De is so angry!
Are the good men of the Alliance sacrificing their lives and blood on the front lines just for these trashes?
Although there are only 700 people, the gap between the elite and the waste is like the difference between an owl and a falcon. Those guys with ulterior motives didn't dare to face Carlos's guards directly, so they cut down trees and blocked roads, pushed rocks to cut off roads, and all kinds of disgusting people.
Moreover, the Alterac army that was planned to come to assist them did not even see a shadow, and they did not know what had happened.
In a fit of rage, Carlos stepped off the carriage and mounted his horse, abandoning the easy way of passage.
"Untie the bedding, put down the flags, leave the baggage behind, and leave a team of 100 people to collect the supplies. The others follow me!"
"Your Majesty, your guard..."
"My patience is running out. If you want to come, come. If they don't come, I won't play with them anymore."
A wave of his hand stopped Chris from speaking. Carlos raised his whip and set off first.
The choice of old father-in-law Terenas is not difficult to understand, and it does not even require written communication.
The exchange of Brill for Anhador, the Hillblade deed incident, and the political strife within Lordaeron. There are too many reasons for desperate nobles to risk their lives.
There are many people who want to do harm to Carlos, but the only ones who dare to implement it and have the ability to act at this time are the reactionary nobles of the Kingdom of Lordaeron who are about to be destroyed.
Terenas had no reason to kill Carlos. After all, the Menethil family was only the second king, and his status was actually consolidated by this war. Carlos, the son-in-law, to Terenas, He is a great ally, especially since the Barov family has no core point of conflict with the Menethil family after giving up Briel.
So Carlos tacitly chose to obey the unspoken rules of the nobility, accepted all unfair treatment, and returned to Lordaeron with hundreds of people.
Assassination, come on, break down my barrier of Holy Light.
Ambush, come on, defeat my steel guard.
Conspiracy, come on, cover my front, back, left, and right.
What the hell is a low wall made of cow dung on the road? Are the kids making trouble?
I can't beat you, but I just want to disgust you.
For such an opponent, Carlos didn't want to tolerate it anymore.
There are three ways to go from Nanhai Town to Lordaeron City.
Go north to Alterac, pass through Anhador, and go west, a distance of about 1,200 kilometers. mountainous.
Follow the mainland and go east through the Silver Pine Forest, about 1,100 kilometers. Lots of trees.
Return to Nanhai Town and wait for the ship, then transfer to the port city of Lordaeron, about 700 kilometers away. eventful.
Originally the best option was to take a boat all the way to the coast of Lordaeron. However, due to trade wind issues, the current sea route is not easy to travel, and due to safety considerations, Carlos chose to disembark in Nanhai Town.
Now, the route of travel became a problem.
"To the north, we go through Silver Pine Forest."
Furious, Carlos decided to give some people a chance.
Just in time to see if the head is hard or the knife is hard.
In the center of this power storm, in the Royal City of Lordaeron, all the big shots, including Kael'thas and Daelin Proudmoore, were already in place, and everyone was quietly waiting for Carlos' arrival.
At least it's quiet on the surface.
Human beings are not monolithic, and high elves are not really good birds that don't eat the fireworks of the world.
The alliance that was once formed to fight against the tribes has gradually transformed from a military organization into a political organization due to the foreseeable complete victory.
This time, Kael'thas came to shoulder the mission assigned by his father Anastarian - to formally join the alliance and obtain the corresponding right to speak.
Carlos's father, Alex, was busy building relationships with Anhador's old aristocrats every day, making secret agreements with the beneficiaries of Hillblade's land enclosure plan, and discussing interests with other potential allies. .
As long as the plan succeeds, Alterac will no longer be a small mountain country, but a powerful country that can stand side by side with Lordaeron and Gilneas.
At least that's the case in terms of land area.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying the joy of victory, and everyone was cheering for Carlos.
But no one seems to really care when Carlos will arrive, or even hope that "Knight Carlos" will always be on the way.
It’s not difficult to understand either.
For a behemoth like the Alliance, winning or losing will be a big problem.
Although Carlos's step-by-step concessions seemed to convince everyone that he did not launch a human unity war. But the issue of rewards for more than 100,000 people...
Thinking about it gives me a headache, but I still don’t want to think about it anymore.
At nightfall, Terenas ended his meeting with the last guest and sat alone on the main seat of the reception room, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he stood up and walked to the guest seat to sit down. He looked at his previous seat with dull eyes.
"Where is Carlos now?"
"Two days ago, His Majesty Carlos chose to go north by land. He should be almost entering the Silver Pine Forest now."
"Are there four more days?"
Terenas waved his hand and asked his palace steward, who was also the head of the intelligence organization of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, to go out.
"What an incredible young man. Who wouldn't be jealous of that imperial crown? It's a pity that your surname is Barov and my surname is Menethil. Neither of us are Lothar. Smart, smart, pity, pity."
After another period of silence, Terenas stood up with his hands on his deputy.
"Let me take you on your last journey, King of Knights."
