Carlos said modestly that I am just getting started with the calculations of people.
The Zandalari support group was massacred. What would happen if the Zandalari envoys around Luther King knew about it?
Of course, I was pretending to give face to someone X, and everyone pretended that nothing happened.
The premise is that the messenger is from Carlos' side.
Originally, Carlos wanted to personally complete this scene that was enough to hit the top ten leading actors of the year, but Ilanicus calmly held him down in his seat.
Then, Carlos understood that he had underestimated the world's heroes.
The Green Dragon Corps also recruits students with talents in the performing arts.
It turned out that after a powerful statement, the Zandalari envoy accepted the fact that the leadership of the support force was completely wiped out, the supplies were severely damaged, and more than half of the personnel were killed, and he ordered the drama dragon to go back and arrange the appearance of the remaining personnel, and treat everyone as if they were dead. It would be better if I never came.
Well, that's right, I am the five hundred strong Zandalari man who supports you, the Moss Troll. There is nothing wrong with me.
After a flurry of maneuvers and enough time, all the disguised Dream Guards and Carlos rode the Zandalari raptor, which was trembling under the pressure of the dragon, towards Sinzaro.
"Is there no problem with Milun?"
Carlos is not exempt from vulgarity and always cares a little more about beautiful things.
"It doesn't matter. Don't look at Milun, open your mouth or shut up. My two thousand years are not worth mentioning in front of her. You must know that she is the second daughter of Cenarius, and she participated in the War of the Ancients."
Even the troll's rugged appearance could not hide Eranikus' gentle temperament.
Then Carlos was relieved.
Hello Milun, goodbye Milun.
This time, time was on Carlos' side.
After sneaking into Zinsaro, Luther King's arrangement had not yet been completed, and Zandalari had not yet fully come to the forefront. Therefore, the great Carlos and the kind Eranikus almost made the same proposal.
"Anyway, there are only so many real Zandalari trolls, so I might as well replace them all to save trouble."
Just do it, and overnight, all the Zandalari trolls in Zinsarone have turned into Dream Guards, and there are dozens less latecomers playing the role of Dream Guards, who would have noticed.
The next day, the Zandalari envoys who came to convey important matters also became members of the Green Dragon Legion and returned to Luther King.
So, after enjoying a good show, Carlos took action.
"Who are you? Human!"
Luther King looked at Carlos with a ferocious expression and signaled the Zandalari warriors to activate.
But the Zandalari warrior beside Luther King remained motionless.
"I'm not the idol and role model I promised you, but why don't you recognize who I am?"
Carlos was still teasing calmly.
"King Ka?"
Goutakin uttered this word tremblingly and doubtfully, causing a strong reaction from the Tastin Goos.
"No, it's impossible! Carlos died in the hands of Archimonde. You are fake, fake! Gota Jin, your tricks can't fool me! Trolls, kill these traitors!"
Although Luther King tried to inspire the masses to make waves, the effect was not very good. The climactic drama attracted the attention of all the trolls and weakened their thinking ability.
What on earth happened, I can’t understand.
"Yo, you agreed to be my dog, but for a short time, you turned your back on me and stopped recognizing me."
This sentence is a universal language, and it is also the last face Carlos left for Luther King.
but……
"You betrayed the agreement, you abandoned us, ten years, ten years!"
Luther King howled with red eyes.
His words were equivalent to identifying Carlos' identity.
After all, only he and Carlos knew about the fact that he knelt down and became a loyal dog.
The man in front of him was Carlos, and Luther King already believed it in his heart.
But here is Xinsaro, surrounded by thousands of compatriots, and he is the great chief respected by all trolls. How can he kneel down and worship the humans he once swore allegiance to.
There is no going back. Being pushed step by step by power and status until now, Luther King can no longer go back.
But there is a price to pay for speaking without thinking.
Gou Tajin, whose heart was filled with despair and had given up the fight, suddenly erupted into a huge flood.
"You are His Majesty Carlos, are you still alive?"
"Is it weird?"
"No, no, I knew at that time, Delano, I, you, that..."
"Acker...it can't kill me yet."
Carlos thought for a while and decided not to call that guy by his name in front of so many trolls. God knows what might happen.
On the other hand, Eranikus, who was acting as the Zandalari envoy on the second city wall, had a surprised look on his pointed ears.
Carlos Barov actually faced Archimonde!
But it's not surprising that green dragons are not close to humans. They don't even know that Carlos has been "dead" for ten years, just like they don't care about what the Alliance expeditionary force encountered in Draenor.
But it doesn't matter anymore. It seems that Carlos is still in control of the situation, so Eranikus can watch the show with peace of mind.
"It's useless, Carlos. Today is the day when the trolls awaken. When one Luther King falls, thousands of Luther King's will stand up. The trolls will never be slaves!"
Luther King fell into the emotions he had woven, shouting excitedly and tragically.
"Unless food and accommodation are included?"
Carlos destroyed the atmosphere with one sentence, and Luther King was so angry that he lost his temper.
"you you you……"
"Your master will always be your master, kneel down."
Carlos exerted force on his hands and forcefully pulled Luther King to the ground and knelt down on his knees.
"Leave me alone and fire!"
Luther King yelled unwillingly, took out something from his waist with his free hand and crushed it, and then outside the city, the artillery originally used to attack Sinsaro opened fire.
Twelve cannons and twelve twelve-pound red projectiles roared toward the top of the city gate, where Carlos and his party were.
"Surround the King of Cards!"
Gotajin yelled and grabbed the shield from his subordinates and tried to block Carlos, but was kicked away by Carlos.
Carlos let go of Luther King's hand and walked to the edge of the city wall in two steps, using his extraordinary dynamic vision to estimate the impact point of the cannonball.
Well, hitting the wall with five rounds is of no use, but covering the area with seven rounds is very threatening. I don’t know whether the one who fired the cannon was a human being held hostage or a hard-trained troll. Seven out of twelve, his artillery skills are pretty good. .
Then, in the midst of lightning and flint, Carlos stretched out his left hand and pushed a blazing white ball of holy light into the air. The ball of holy light quickly collapsed and flattened as Carlos's palm changed from a flat push to an "I want everything" posture, forming A huge holy shield blocked seven threatening cannons.
The Holy Shield was originally colorless, but it reflected more sunlight and turned into rainbow colors.
It was a performance with excellent sound and light effects. When Carlos turned his back to the city and looked back, Gotagin burst into tears.
However, Luther King took advantage of Carlos' pretense and stepped on the air wall to return to the second level of the city wall.
"Why don't you take action? Are your Zandalari warriors just watching?"
Luther King angrily questioned the Zandalar envoys.
So Eranikus also restored the appearance of a night elf, which shocked Luther King.
"I can answer your first question, because I gave the order for them to obey the orders of Lord Carlos. As for the second question, I'm sorry, the Zandalari warriors are not mine and I cannot command them. I cannot answer this question. Come up with the answer.”
Eranikus had actually answered all of Luther King's questions with a slightly humorous ridicule, but the horrified Luther King had no time to think about this word game, and fled to the next floor like a mad dash. city wall.
Eranikus just watched and had no intention of stopping him.
"King Ka, Luther King...I mean Broken Tooth escaped."
"I know."
"why not……"
"You call him Luther King, no problem, it's just a name."
"Why don't you stop him and kill him and everything will be settled."
Gou Tajin asked respectfully.
"Kill him, and why would I have any reason to bloodbath Sinsaro?"
Carlos said in a straightforward tone.
"ah!"
Taking two steps closer, he pulled out a short spear from Gotagin's shoulder armor decoration, and Carlos stood on the city wall again.
After brewing for a while, he suddenly shouted and threw the short spear in his hand, directly piercing the back of the head of the deputy leader of the Tustin Gou Mercenary Group who kept talking outside the city.
"You bastards, your master is back."
Carlos used the magic item he begged from Eranikus for this shout, and the sound resounded within a two-kilometer radius. Carlos didn't care about Sinsaro, but the Bad Moss Trolls all heard it.
After losing the leader of the instigation, looking at Gou Tajin, the leader of the regiment, who was standing next to the man and giving suggestive gestures, the lurking cronies suddenly rose up and killed all the "traitors" who had defected to Luther King.
Goutakin had controlled Tastin Gou for more than ten years. He was blinded by Luther King's clumsy infiltration methods. It was just because he lost direction about the future and had a kind of confusion and indulgence that "maybe he is right."
At this moment, with the appearance of Carlos, Gota Jin once again strengthened his belief.
"I'll give you half a quarter of an hour to clear out the team, and then attack the city."
"Ah? This is Zinsaro!"
Gou Tajin's eyes widened. The Moss Trolls outside the city were already in great chaos. In half a quarter of an hour, they attacked the city? Attack the five-walled city of Sinsaro?
This order was beyond Gou Tajin's understanding, making Gou Tajin look a little stupid.
"Yes, Sinsaro. I killed Sinsaro once when I was fourteen."
The flat tone made Gou Tajin shudder.
Oops, how could I forget that this man is Carlos Barov?
"Yes, Master, I will go right away."
"You go down alone to do things. I want these people on the city wall. Then I will tell you the truth. There are only ten thousand evil moss trolls and evil branch trolls left in total."
Carlos snapped his fingers, and Eranikus activated as agreed. One hundred baby dragons appeared in their original form and rushed straight into the sky. The giant dragon Eranikus used the throat of the night elves to let out a soul-shaking dragon roar, and then a huge A dragon-shaped shadow appeared in the sky above Zinsaro. The draconians secretly placed at various joints in Zinsaro also broke out and blocked the road with the mist of sleep.
Then, the fire began to burn, and the entire Sinsaro seemed to be in a doomsday situation.
Carlos understood that in fact, the situation of the trolls was not that bad. These were just visual impacts. In the real situation, it was the scattered dream guards who were at a disadvantage.
As long as they get through the initial panic, the overwhelming numerical advantage of the Sinsaro Trolls is enough to devour all the Dream Guards.
So he must gain control over the Moss Troll outside the city.
To gain control over the Bad Moss Troll, it is necessary to take advantage of this information asymmetry.
The residents of Zinzaro thought this was a conspiracy of the Moss Trolls, and the Moss Trolls outside the city thought it was the power of Kalos.
So Carlos oppressed Gotagin because he didn't want to give the guys outside the city time to think.
"Go ahead and kill the first floor, and prepare to open the door and let the army come in."
After giving the order casually, Tastin Gou, who was standing on the city wall, suddenly fell into a frenzy.
The older generation of trolls have followed Carlos and fought against the tribes. Those who can be regarded as confidants by Gotajin also grew up listening to the stories of their fathers. Seeing the legendary heroes/demon reappear in the world, no matter whether they are excited or scared. , get high first and then talk.
"Is there really no problem? If your toys don't move outside the city, my men in the city will suffer heavy losses."
I don't know when, Eranikus appeared next to Carlos.
"You can quietly go around to the back of the formation and make some noise. The effect will be very good."
Carlos had an idea.
"That makes sense. I took away the people on the city wall."
"good."
The efficiency of the green dragon is really high. Gou Tajin has just united Tastin Gou under the city wall to force the evil moss troll's formation, and the evil moss troll's rear formation is already in chaos.
Because the dragon came out of the forest.
When Luther King was away, other commanders, no matter who they had listened to before, could not ignore the opinions of Gou Tajin, the troll hero.
This also makes it easier for Goutajin to unify the will of the Bad Moss Troll.
"Don't panic. The dragon is an ally of His Majesty Carlos and will not do anything to us for the time being."
"That means what will happen to us in the end, right?"
Gou Tajin suddenly felt tired talking to Gang Jing, and the green dragon's patience didn't seem to be very good, and the movement in the forest became louder and louder.
"Make a choice, give up your unrealistic fantasies or dream forever."
"However, humans are the enemy of trolls and the source of our suffering. We..."
Gotajin's spear pierced the hopeless zealot.
"Gou Tajin, you...don't you miss the glory of the past at all?"
"I don't miss it. My glory is created by myself, and my legend is written by myself, not the bullshit Amani Empire."
"Can we really just listen to the alliance and fight with our compatriots to the last drop of blood?"
"The Alliance is our home, and the Kingdom of Alterac is where we belong. You are my compatriots, Gota Jin, and those trash wearing animal hair and bark are not you, do you understand?"
Looking at the textile clothes on their bodies, the badmoss trolls fell silent.
"But before we..."
"King Ka is benevolent. Just capture Sinsaro and cover up all this with achievements."
"Uncle Gou Tajin, I won't give in!"
"Stop talking, he doesn't like that man."
