After all, it was a major event involving tens of thousands of trolls fighting each other, and Terenas couldn't really let it go.
When you go out for a walk with your husky, you have to be on guard against him getting involved with dog thieves, let alone trolls.
Because of Carlos's intervention, the "former" Grand Marshal, who was proficient in all alliance document formats, single-handedly manipulated Lordaeron's quartermaster who remotely monitored the trolls.
This alliance is really failing.
The spy leader did not dare to go deep into the grassroots level, so he was living and drinking in the city of Aerepik under the Eagle's Nest Mountain, enjoying the special delicacies of the Wildhammer dwarves.
Do you really think that if you master the logistical supplies, you can kill an army?
Carlos made up stories and wrote battle reports every day, constantly conveying to his old father-in-law that the battle was fierce, our army was brave, the enemy was strong, and supplies were scarce.
From time to time, hundreds or even thousands of troll heads were sent back in exchange for about ten carts of food and military equipment.
To put it simply, Sinsaro is currently living a good life.
It's a pity it couldn't last long.
The badmoss trolls can't be made to stop. They have to find something to do for them, otherwise Carlos will have a headache if the fool thinks about it.
Renovating the city is a good choice, but it consumes too much food, even more than marching and fighting. If there is a long-term shortage of food, the foundation of Carlos's subordinates will be shaken.
Although he was not fully prepared, Carlos had to act.
It's time to go back to Auckland.
After more than a month of preliminary preparations, Carlos preliminarily screened and identified how many people who were trustworthy back then could still be trusted now, and he also reunited with a small group of diehards under his command.
With people, we can consider the issue of material operation.
The operation of secret societies is all about money, things, and things.
In a sense, what Carlos is currently doing is no different from the Curse Sect.
They all secretly continued their strength to complete the layout, and then exploded in a wave.
The only difference is that the Cult of the Damned has a complete action plan. Everything currently is aimed at subverting the Alliance of Lordaeron. The only difference is that the Twilight Cult is vigorously advocating the doomsday theory, while Ner'zhul is cautiously advancing it. Plague research and development.
Coupled with the private charm of the demons infiltrating Azeroth.
Carlos really didn't know what to do next.
Because the enemy doesn't take action, he has no way to specifically restrain him. When the overall strength is inferior to others, rash action will only lead to the enemy's crazy counterattack or hiding deeper.
After thinking about it, Carlos felt that he needed to go to Stratholme.
If there are still incarnations of light in this world, there is no doubt that Alonsos Faol will be one of them.
This old man was worthy of respecting heaven and earth throughout his life, and he persisted in fighting for the welfare of mankind even after his death. He can indeed be called a good man.
The most important thing is that if you don’t go, you may never see it again.
When the Silver Hand was formed, Alonsos Faol was already fifty-seven years old. After the Second Orc War and the ten years since Carlos disappeared, the Archbishop was already nearly seventy years old. According to Sola, his body was in decline. It's very bad. It's natural aging and he's almost dead.
Meeting Alonsos Faol before his death will be of great help to Carlos's next actions. At least it will be much easier to win the support of the Silver Hand.
At the same time, a trip to Stratholme can fulfill a wish and save a tragedy about love and family.
Saidan Dathrohan.
His former martial arts teacher is now the chief instructor of the Knights of the Silver Hand in the suburbs of Stratholme.
After the incident between Tirion Fordring and Eitrigg, it was Saidan Dathrohan who "covered" Tirion Fordring. Through Saidan Dathrohan, Carlos could find Tirion Fording, with the help of Tirion Fording, it will be of great help to the next career.
And Carlos did feel a little emotional about the story of Tirion Fordring and Eitrigg.
After the end of the second war, Tirion Fordring returned to his hometown with honor and returned to his family, living a happy and peaceful life until he received a report from his subordinates. During the investigation, Fording discovered a reclusive orc. . There was no need to reason with the orcs, so Tirion started directly. Unexpectedly, the ruins of the nearby tower collapsed, and the miserable Fordring was hit and lost consciousness.
When Fording woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in his home. His guard captain Alton told him that the search team found him unconscious on the back of his horse. Fording tried to organize his thoughts, and was surprised to find that the only person who could rescue him from the ruins was the orc.
After recovering, Fording resumed his old path and found the orc named Eitrigg.
I have wine, do you have a story?
Fording asked.
have.
Eitrigg answered.
That night, the two had a long talk. Eitrigg told Fording about the noble past of the orcs. It was the erosion of the Burning Legion that forced him to leave his people. Eitrigg's noble words and deeds defeated hatred and prejudice, and also won the resonance of the Paladins who also valued honor above all else. Fordring vowed never to reveal Eitrigg's whereabouts to the outside world.
However, Fording's young deputy, Barthras, didn't think so.
Barthilas, whose parents died in the first war, did not give up. Fording's cry when he was unconscious made him sure that there must be damned orcs nearby.
Although Fording terminated the search operation, young Barcellas was still persistent in pursuing this.
Finally, when Fording saw Eitrigg being beaten inhumanely as he was being escorted back to the city, he broke out in rage.
Unlike the developments in other worlds, it was not Thrall who saved Eitrigg's fate, but Fordring.
Because of the existence of Carlos, the overall strength of the Paladins has been greatly improved. Fording, who spread his wings of holy light, single-handedly sent Eitrigg out of the heavily guarded city.
But when Fording returned alone, what awaited him were shackles and prison.
Even though his story is touching, the crime of attacking a colleague is irrefutable.
Although Uther tried his best to defend Fordring, in the end he could only carry out the order of the Inquisition and personally presided over the ceremony to wipe out the power of Tirion Fordring's Holy Light.
Saidan Dathrohan was even more radical, subverting the truth and hiding Fording, who should have been exiled to the South China Sea.
So if Carlos wants to find Fording, he can't expect to go north along the river. He can only go to his teacher Saidan.
Now that the entire alliance's armament is weakening, the Knights of the Silver Hand are an extremely important bargaining chip, and Carlos must fight for it.
But in ten years, the new generation of teenagers have grown up. It is a bit inappropriate for Carlos to rely on his own name. It will be much safer if he ropes in Fording and the others.
Likewise, once the external forces are assembled, it will be more secure for Carlos to return to Alterac.
Only by sweeping away the shadow of corruption in Alterac with thunderous power can a stable base camp be established.
Carlos had no intention of playing a game of chase with the Cult of the Damned in Alterac.
Not to mention that it might threaten his family.
Therefore, the Kingdom of Orland, which should be Carlos' backing, became the final target.
After arranging for Gota Jin to organize troops to sweep out Shadralo and continue to urge his old father-in-law for food and pay, Carlos secretly planned a trip to Stratholme after handling the official duties he had accumulated.
"What are you looking at? You haven't seen my concubine?"
Sora held Carlos's hand and scolded the strange mage with a coquettish look on his face.
No matter how good-tempered Carlos was, he couldn't resist his subordinate's jumping-off, so he could only pinch her waist and whisper instructions.
"Seriously, my identity must be kept secret."
"Direction, I arranged for these two boys to be on duty today, and I have the final say on Stratholme's magic system."
Sora waved his hand domineeringly and led Carlos out of the teleportation room.
