No matter what you say, I only believe what I see with my own eyes.
This is the psychological trust criterion of most people.
Although Carlos has a very high reputation within the alliance, everyone is willing to believe his story about the cursed sect hidden in the shadows.
but……
Is it really that serious?
The orcs have been defeated by us. Will this flourishing age of flowers be destroyed by a few cultists?
Even if Carlos' followers don't say anything, they still murmur in their hearts.
Being distracted is a taboo for workers on the hidden front.
So it is necessary to kill a chicken and show it to everyone.
The imp Parazza I caught earlier is a good bait.
This special imp is obviously stronger than the wild mentally retarded imp, is also cunning, and is greedy for life and afraid of death.
The perfect young man.
With the assistance of Alonsos Faol, Carlos has unimpeded access to Stratholme. Transferring a prisoner from the Silver Hand headquarters is a trivial matter within his capabilities.
Just like this, it is still Saidan Dathrohan's small farm. The crops are not yet mature. In the empty barn, more than 20 muscular men are meticulously checking whether the preset traps are complete. In the middle of the magic circle, Pala Sza's eyes wandered, looking at Carlos, Tirion, Saidan and Sora.
No one can beat this!
Do we have no choice but to bow to the extremely evil Holy Light forces?
The devil is above me, I was forced to do this.
Killing an imp to sacrifice a flag or something like that is too downgraded. Carlos is not that low yet.
So bringing a big guy over to kill him can be extremely effective in stabilizing the morale of the army and rallying people's hearts.
This requires Parasza's help.
After all, it is the fine tradition of the Burning Legion that the little devil sells his master.
Too lazy to bargain with the kid, he first used the holy light flashlight for half an hour before talking about the matter. Parasza forgot what it meant to shake his head.
The veterans of the alliance checked their armor and weapons for the last time, clenched the one-liter bottles of holy water in their hands, and waited for the completion of the summoning ceremony.
And Palasza lived up to expectations, spending money and sweet words to deceive his boss into easily stepping into the trap.
Look!
What did we find?
A wild eredar.
His nutrition is six times that of ordinary fear guards. If you remove the head... you can even eat the head!
"Parazza you lied to me!"
Ereda let out a desperate cry, and before she could even cast a spell, she was hit in the face by the overwhelming holy water. The arms, thighs, neck, and every movable joint are bound by chains mixed with light cast iron.
The stubborn Eredar wanted to say a few harsh words, but Carlos immediately removed his jaw.
"Torture him first, interrogate him later. It doesn't matter if he dies. We'll catch another one."
The evil-minded Carlos ordered Sora in Salas language.
He knew that the Eredar understood these things.
Then, he grabbed a piece of dried meat from the side and threw it to Parasza, as if he was rewarding a dog with an encouragement.
"Is there really no problem?"
Tirion Fordring looked on and raised his doubts.
Although this would boost morale, it would have no effect on the overall situation. Instead, it might expose his own intentions. He couldn't understand what Carlos was thinking.
"Of course there is no problem, Tirion. Well...I fought against the Dread Lord ten years ago."
"Won?"
"No, he ran away."
"I see, I understand."
Tirion didn't mean to show off by not cooperating with Carlos, but it's just that smart people always make inferences like this when talking, and he really understood.
At this moment, Carlos already had an overwhelming advantage in terms of force value. It would be a good thing if a big devil really followed his taste and came to his door.
But Carlos is a little embarrassed, and the others are still confused. You can explain it to me. I will be confused when I speak.
But the reality is that the scene is mysteriously silent.
Carlos glanced at Sora who was watching the fun with his peripheral vision, thinking that you deserved it that you couldn't find a boyfriend.
Forget it, forget it, that's it.
The reality is that logic is not absolutely universal.
There is no causal connection between the fishing law enforcement catching a high-level demon and the Curse Sect itself, but after such an incident, everyone has no doubts about Carlos.
There is an evil organization that is plotting to overthrow human rule. If you don’t believe it, look, we have captured a big devil.
What logic.
What a logic!
Let’s start with leader worship first.
Fighting secret societies with secret societies has always been the unofficial way to save the world.
Because of Alterac's unique geographical location, anyone can tell how deeply it has been corroded.
If Carlos went back rashly, I don't know how he would be overthrown.
If you want to take back your kingdom and eradicate internal corruption, it becomes inevitable to form a force from the outside.
At the very least, Carlos needs a loyal force capable of suppressing Alterac City.
Without this force to control the situation, Carlos would not dare to pull out the trolls from the Hinterlands.
It's a bit like I am a descendant of XX Jueluo, and now I lack the 648 ticket to buy a ticket to go back to Changbai Mountain to dig up the inheritance of my ancestors and restore the country. You pay B to call me, and I will make you a general.
All Carlos's good cards went into the honor room, and he now needs thirty blue sky and white clouds to add to his deck first.
With constant interviews and arranging operations, Carlos spent the next few days recruiting old members while testing their loyalty.
The Holy Light spell can only identify whether they have been in contact with the power of shadow, but people are unpredictable, and who knows if the Curse Sect has offered any price they can't refuse.
The use of magical surveillance was frowned upon, but Carlos had no choice.
The first step is also the most critical step. If it is done well, the whole chess game will come alive.
If it goes wrong, the Human Alliance will be doomed.
Never placing all his hopes on his old subordinates, Modera's support came much faster than Carlos imagined.
The archmage, who is currently outside the daily management organization of Dalaran, moves relatively freely and does things much more conveniently.
After checking the intelligence that Carlos told her, Modera had to accept the reality that while humans were complacent about defeating the orcs, the Burning Legion had returned.
Each archmage represents a mage faction. As one of the six giants of the Kirin Tor, Modra has many disciples and disciples. What's more, she is also the former guardian of Azeroth, Aig, who has dominated Azeroth for 800 years. Vin. Magna's hidden heir.
When Modera assigned people to go to Stratholme to help Carlos form a secret society, the pressure on Carlos was instantly relieved.
The organizational strength of the Violet Eyes Tomb Robbers Group is truly beyond words, it is invincible.
Relying on Stratholme, the second largest city in the alliance, it was easy for Carlos to form an army, but it was difficult to form an army secretly.
Any large-scale transfer of supplies cannot be hidden from those who are interested, and Terenas' spies are spread throughout the kingdom.
If Terenas knew something, then the Cult of the Damned must also know it.
So Carlos took small steps.
The main work is still on gathering personnel.
It wasn't until the general outline of the secret society was formed that Carlos met anyone.
"Brother Bald, can I still trust you?"
