my son,
On the day you were born,
The forests of Lordaeron are whispering this name: Arthas.
My child,
I am proud to watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.
Remember, we, Menethil, have always ruled this kingdom with strength and wisdom.
At the same time I also know,
You will use your great power with caution.
But the real victory
It is the hope that inspires the people.
One day, my life will come to an end.
And you will be crowned king!
Looking at the rows of crosses in front of him, Carlos felt that his views on his old father-in-law Terenas had been refreshed.
Perhaps the human world in Azeroth lacks true wise men, so most people’s perception of Terenas is that of an old fox, a sinister politician, and a competent king...
But as he said himself, the Menethil family relies on not only wisdom and political skills to rule Lordaeron, but also strength, iron and blood.
Carlos had seen corpses covering the ground on the battlefield, but it was a different kind of desolation, tragic.
There were more than 300 people hanging in front of the sky.
But the neat crosses and even the direction of the corpse's head have been artificially adjusted. They are neat and uniform, which is a shock and a naked show of power.
This time, Carlos finally discovered the hidden power of Terenas under the light of wisdom.
Just kidding, if I were to kill more than 300 nobles with a butcher knife in Alterac City, a riot would take place in a matter of minutes.
But Lordaeron is calm now.
"Some blind people are spreading rumors privately, saying that you conspired to assassinate Sir Lothar in an attempt to usurp the legitimacy of the Arathor Empire."
After Terenas finished speaking, he paused and secretly observed Carlos for a moment. He found that Carlos's expression did not change at all, so he continued: "In the most difficult moment for the alliance soldiers, I did not have the ability to go to the front line to fight with the orcs. I can only do what I can.”
After saying that, Terenas paused again and patted Carlos on the shoulder.
"We can't let heroes bleed and cry."
Carlos was young, strong, had good eyesight, and had rich experience in dealing with corpses. How could he not see that these hanging corpses had been dead for at most two days.
"Um."
Silence is golden. Don't speak without thinking carefully. Carlos could only hum to express that he understood.
"Have you had a good trip?"
Alex noticed that the scene was a bit cold and hurriedly answered.
"fine."
Carlos looked at the row of crosses and felt that there was no need to say anything more. It was enough to let some things rot in his stomach.
"Let's go. The Fengfeng Banquet has been prepared since the day you arrived in Nanhai Town. It can start at any time. I believe that Jean and Dai Lin are very much looking forward to meeting you again."
"It's too late, otherwise..."
"Not too late, not too late, the time is just right. The arrival of a hero is always exciting."
There were so many things he wanted to talk to his father about, but Carlos couldn't find any reason to refuse because of his old father-in-law's enthusiasm.
So, a grand dinner began.
There was no entry into the city with waving flags and roaring waves, but on the way into the palace, Carlos enjoyed the treatment he deserved.
Onlookers crowded both sides of the street and lowered their heads humbly. When Carlos approached, all the soldiers on duty clenched their fists and banged on their breastplates. The torches and candlelight projected silhouettes on the walls of the houses, drawing out strange lights. The background and all this made Carlos, who originally thought he was ready, a little confused.
Victory does not just follow the inertia of history.
Victory is the result of Carlos, Lothar, and all the living and dead soldiers of the Alliance. It is the result of everyone working together with their swords and guns.
How many desperate situations, how many separations between life and death, have long erased the luck in Carlos's heart. No matter what the time traveler is, what about the reborn ones. If you don't fight for survival, you have no qualifications to live.
The humans of Azeroth should be grateful to the orcs in some ways. They are the most ferocious enemies and the most qualified teachers. It is the Horde who taught the Alliance how to fight. It is the orcs who unite humans.
Enjoying the admiration of the people, Carlos tightened the reins in his hands, and the horse walked slower and slower. About a hundred meters away from the Palace Square, Carlos' horse stopped.
Terenas and Alex were on both sides. The two middle-aged men looked at each other, wondering what was going on. There was also a small commotion in the square among the people who greeted them.
Carlos came back from the memories and was a little embarrassed, but no one would be stupid enough to ask the heroes of the alliance what happened.
Simply, Carlos dismounted and started walking.
The heavy sound of the armor falling to the ground caused a small cry from the people. Everyone was surprised that Carlos was not wearing a gorgeous dress, but a real armor.
And when Carlos got off the horse and stood still, there was an even louder exclamation.
God, he's so tall!
Carlos, whose physical development was originally different from ordinary people, has gone further and further on the path of the Holy Light, and his physical fitness has been further improved. Just like a certain little blue dragon grew in size after being promoted to Dragon King, Carlos also grew taller as he improved in strength.
Now Carlos, who is 2.4 meters tall, stands in the crowd and has a far greater deterrent effect than riding a horse.
"He's almost as tall as an orc!"
"That's not the case. How can we defeat the orcs?"
After a series of whispers, the crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers. Carlos slowly walked forward step by step. He felt like a heavy responsibility was being placed on his shoulders, but his heart was filled with indescribable happiness.
Giving is always happier than taking.
Carlos took eighty-two steps to cover the one hundred meters.
When he stepped into the Palace Square, familiar faces were still so dazzling in the dark night, and Carlos felt that his eyes were a little moist.
Until this moment, Carlos finally came out of the fighting state.
Everyone, I'm back!
Carlos raised his head, opened his hands, and stood still. After feeling the majestic holy light released by Carlos, the armor made of light iron emitted a blazing white light, instantly illuminating the entire square.
All those who were illuminated by the Holy Light felt Carlos' inner joy.
Even if Carlos restrained the holy light, the echo could still last for a while, and the small palace square was reflected like daylight.
"Everyone, fortunately, I'm back!"
Carlos shouted these words loudly, and he was greeted by thundering cheers and applause.
At this moment, Carlos is the hero of the alliance.
