Bypassing the defense zone of Lordaeron's navy, Quel'Thalas' fleet had no intention of greeting the Menethil family.
If you have strength, you can really do whatever you want.
Terenas Menethil II had no intention of pursuing the matter.
Even most members of the alliance don't know what the high elves' fleet wants to do, and the forces that are aware of it are just curious about their purpose.
So when the elves' legion landed in the port area of Dalaran, everyone who knew about it breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't cause trouble for me.
As a result, Dalaran, which was originally the hardest hit area by espionage activities, exploded.
Countless instructions were conveyed to the lurkers, instructing them to find out the movements of the high elves.
Therefore, Carlos could not bear to miss his relatives and lived alone on the battleship.
Is mother okay?
Is Ilucia okay?
How is your little sister?
She was a little girl back then, but now she has grown into a beautiful girl.
It's a pity that we can't beat that bastard Wilton with our own hands.
After getting in touch with his father, Carlos orchestrated the current situation.
Gathering your loved ones in Dalaran makes it easier to protect them and make subsequent actions easier.
However, due to the investigation by various forces, the Elf battleship in the port area was under full martial law. In order to keep it secret, Carlos never left the cabin.
This made him a little lonely and a little lucky.
The reason for loneliness is self-evident, but the reason why he is lucky is that Tirion Fordring is indeed worthy of the name of Lafayette.
A strong man who can pull out the Silver Dawn with one hand, even if he is more than twenty years younger, is still a strong man.
Even though Carlos was absent from the team, Tirion Fordring still managed the troops he pulled out in an orderly manner.
According to the original plan, half of the troops carried by the fleet would enter Dalaran as Kael'thas' personal guards to protect the prince's safety, while the remaining half would follow the fleet. While the fleet was pretending to be counter-navigating, it walked into the deep-water shipping area and broke into Alterac City under cover of night, ignoring surveillance. It also made a stop midway to transport the troops secretly formed by Carlos to Alterac.
Originally, this was the case.
Even if Antonidas was dissatisfied, Quel'Thalas's prestige and Kael'thas's promised benefits were enough to make the Kirin Tor Council compromise.
But the problem lies precisely with Kael'thas.
The "young" prince was deeply dissatisfied with his father's distrust.
So under the pretext of inspecting the fleet, Kael'thas came to see Carlos.
"I knew you were still alive, how could a guy like you die in that situation."
Kael'thas gave Carlos a warm hug and then began to attack.
"Why did my father make such a decision? What exactly did you say to my father?"
Carlos thought for a moment and realized that Kael'thas did not know that Anastarian was about to expire.
"You shouldn't have come."
"To hell with your plans, tell me, what happened in Silvermoon City?"
Kael'thas waved his hand, and his words and deeds were already quite regal.
But what does Carlos say? Tell Kael'thas that I made a dirty PY deal with your father, and your father wants to help you kill people and set fire to the gold belt?
There is simply no way to express it easily.
So Carlos could only pretend to be serious.
"Do you think your father will harm you?"
"Won't."
"Then why are you so pretentious?"
"you!"
As an immortal species, Kael'thas did not have a deep feeling about ten years of time, but he keenly discovered that Carlos had a sense of urgency and an incongruous sense of dislocation.
After thinking for a moment, Kael'thas left, deciding to collect some more information.
So at dusk on the third day after entering the harbor, the fleet set sail again.
Carlos found a hidden position and watched the towering Violet Tower in the center of Dalaran gradually disappear from sight. He gathered his mood and prepared for the next battle.
However, just as he turned around, a familiar voice sounded.
"Now, can you tell me the truth?"
Carlos sighed.
"The truth is you're a fool."
"You'd better give me an explanation."
Kael'thas removed his disguise and spoke in a dissatisfied and threatening tone.
"You should not have left Dalaran and your mage tower."
Kael'thas' IQ was much higher than the average, so he naturally understood Carlos's obscure advice.
"Who wants to harm me so much that my father needs to send an army to protect me."
"Think for yourself, think boldly, think whatever you can think of."
Carlos couldn't give a positive answer because of the promise he had with Anastarian, but it didn't affect him in the slightest to fool Kael'thas.
Praise for the great art of language.
"No, I have to rush back to Silver Moon City!"
"And then die halfway?"
Carlos said to Kael'thas in an almost sarcastic tone.
When I was young and ignorant, I thought that only the human kingdom was scheming. When I grew up, I realized that every family was the same. The second idiot also competed with the big ice lump for control of the body. Kil'jaeden and Archimonde were equally at odds with each other. , you, Kael'thas, are pretending to be a dutiful son in front of me, are you trying to cover up the internal conflicts in Silvermoon City?
This is an illusion, what are you hiding?
You insulted my intelligence and you didn't allow me to speak in a weird way.
"I am the prince of Silver Moon City, who dares to kill me!"
Carlos just smiled and said nothing.
After one and three-quarters of a minute of silence, Kael'thas gave up his pretense and asked awkwardly.
"You know everything?"
"I came out of Quel'Danas, what do you think?"
"Hey, those guys, why can't they read history books?"
"What's the meaning?"
"What do you think is the core contradiction in Silvermoon City?"
"Class solidification?"
"It's the sunwell."
"Aha?"
"Those guys are not their sons and daughters, and they are not the pillars of the country. But when it comes to the issue of the Sunwell, the more powerful the mages are, the less they can withstand the temptation. They have forgotten the tragedy of the Well of Eternity, and they only know that they continue to persecute my father. Open up more permissions to them, and only know how to endlessly draw strength."
Kael'thas said angrily.
"Isn't the bloodline of your Sun Chaser family the key to the barrier that seals the Sunwell?"
Carlos suddenly asked, but Kael'thas got angry in return.
"how do you know!"
Carlos wiped his face.
"Believe it or not, I said I guessed it."
Suddenly, Carlos understood why Anastarian made a deal with him and why he sent the Spellbreaker to protect Kael'thas.
"What do you say now, go back to Dalaran?"
"Let me take a walk with you."
"What if I get assassinated?"
Carlos threatened in a wicked way.
"I'm very strong!"
Kael'thas was full of confidence.
Carlos looked up and down, smacked his lips and said nothing.
"What's that look in your face?"
"Don't you know that the fire spell has been weakened?"
"Um?"
"Relax, let's chat, that's what it is."
Carlos didn't take the possible assassination seriously, so it was better for Kael'thas to stay with him for protection.
So just like that, chatting and blowing pussy, drinking a little wine and blowing the wind, it was already the time to reveal more and more nakedness outside the window.
Following the light signals on the shore, countless small boats were launched, and Tirion Fordring was the first group of people to board the boat.
"Prince Kael'thas."
After saluting Kael'thas, Tirion Fordring did not have any more noble etiquette. He was dressed in a smart outfit and reported the situation directly to Carlos.
"Carlos, we have more manpower and equipment than we thought. We may not be able to complete loading before dawn, and I'm afraid we won't be able to be on time in the early morning of tomorrow..."
Before Tirion could finish speaking, Carlos interrupted him.
"Who are you looking down on? This is His Highness Prince Kael'thas, the Archmage of Dalaran. Do you understand the Archmage? The Archmage!"
Kael'thas was confused at first, and then he understood that this was "killing with flattery".
So he snorted coldly, and three emerald green magic beads surrounded him, followed by several ice paths that connected from the beach to the side of the battleship, acting as a temporary dock.
"I'm going to rest first."
After saying that, Kael'thas left the deck with some dissatisfaction.
"Carlos, why would the prince of Silvermoon City..."
Tirion Fordring asked with some confusion.
"Instead of worrying about these, it is better to study the blockade route more. This operation can only succeed and cannot fail."
Carlos changed the subject.
"Then have you thought about our flag?"
Tirion was also slightly dissatisfied. He felt that Carlos seemed a little emotionally unstable, but with his homeland in sight, it seemed normal, so he didn't go into details.
"I've thought about it, let's call it the Scarlet Crusade, with the flag of a red cross on a white background."
After Carlos finished speaking, Tirion nodded, got back on the boat and returned to the shore to make arrangements.
The night wind blew, and Carlos was alone again, suppressing his emotional ups and downs.
He also discovered that his previous emotions were wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Only Chromie in the distance watched all this, and couldn't help himself with happiness. He heard it, heard it, he must have heard it.
The whisper of the ancient god, Carlos heard it!
