I, I, what did I do?
Blood, why is there blood on my hands? ?
Grandpa, why did grandpa get stabbed? ? ?
Alphonse Barov faced the darkest moment of his life with a face of confusion.
"Carlos Barov assassinated Terena..."
The guard suddenly shouted, but Carlos reacted instantly and used a force close to the level of violence to cast the command: shock.
"Shut up!"
"catch……"
Carlos tore off the decorative cloak and placed it directly on the Howler's head, kicking him into shock with a kick that was like a Spartan's dada-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Just kidding, someone as awesome as me is confused, these guys who just open their mouths must be up to no good.
Carlos made his judgment immediately.
We must not let these losers roar at the top of their lungs. We must suppress the situation. It doesn't matter what the truth is now. We must first ensure that our voices are the loudest.
"There's an assassin!"
Carlos howled at the top of his lungs, and Terenas's guards were also stunned.
We know there are assassins. What does your assassin leader shout?
Even without weapons, Carlos could wield the Holy Storm with his bare hands. The strong air flow dispersed the people around Terenas who fell to the ground. Carlos stepped forward to observe the injury of his old father-in-law.
This is……
What a vicious cursed blade.
What Alphonse stabbed his grandfather was not a simple physical injury. The dagger entered his abdomen without leaving a trace of blood. The blade had been fused with the flesh and blood, but the evil magical energy was destroying Terenas' vitality.
Think about it, the strongest paladin in Azeroth is here, and Carlos can heal a simple knife wound on the spot.
Only in this way can the evil magic curse achieve the evil purposes of those conspirators.
Carlos opened his wings of holy light to increase his sensitivity, and a large amount of pure holy light surrounded him, lifting him up and floating in the air.
"You bastard..."
There was also a naive person who tried to accuse Carlos, but Carlos raised his hand and found out that he was mentally retarded again.
At this time, the effect of the law: the shock began to fade, and everyone who had returned to their senses began to think about what happened.
After charging up, Carlos injected the holy light into Terenas' body, inserted his virtual right hand into the abdomen of his old father-in-law, and forcibly pulled out the cursed blade.
Stimulated by a large amount of holy light, Terenas briefly regained consciousness.
"Find the real Alphonse, find my grandson!"
Terenas has been in the political arena for decades, and it only took him a moment to understand what the farce meant.
Someone is trying to sow discord between himself and Carlos, destroying the foundation of peace between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and Alterac, destroying the cornerstone of the Alliance, and erasing Carlos' popularity.
Once Carlos loses his prestige, if he dies, the alliance will be destroyed.
Terenas glanced at his grandson, his eyes filled with compassion and sadness.
He did not believe that Alphonse did it on purpose, but the extreme exhaustion of his body eroded his will, and Terenas felt that endless darkness was sweeping towards him.
"Carlos, I leave it to you."
Saying these words in the loudest voice he thought, Terenas fell again.
But this time, Carlos followed him.
"Push the assassin down."
Carlos gave Saidan Dathrohan a look, and Saidan understood immediately, rushed forward, grabbed Alphonse by the throat and dragged him away from the scene.
Signaling Galiya to send her father away to rest, Carlos began the reckoning time.
He cannot be cowardly or give in. Before Terenas wakes up again, Carlos must fight back.
This was a premeditated political plan. If Carlos was found guilty of assassinating Terenas, all the reputation he had accumulated over the years would be destroyed.
terrible.
Only then did Carlos feel a wave of fear.
We underestimated Kel'Thuzad, we underestimated Ner'zhul, we underestimated the Burning Legion and the Old Gods.
Just a little bit, just a little bit close to being doomed.
Carlos exuded a terrifying aura and asked the previous guard.
"When my father-in-law was assassinated, he did not choose to protect your king at the first moment, but prepared to slander me. Who instructed you?"
"I, I just..."
Unable to withstand Carlos' oppression, the guard suddenly stood up, but Carlos pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers.
"Say the messenger and I will give you a way to survive."
Carlos pressed him again.
"It is you!"
The guard suddenly showed a fanatical expression and shouted: "Long live His Majesty Carlos!"
Then he collapsed to the ground and died with bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"Retarded?"
Carlos turned to the officer of the Lordaeron Guard and said.
"I don't know how many of you have problems, but please make sure that one over there is alive."
Carlos pointed at the guy who was transformed into a sage by using the holy light.
"Your Royal Highness, this is a premeditated rebellion. Your Majesty Terenas is in urgent need of recuperation. Please appease everyone."
"Yes, I will."
"Then, summon Arthas back."
Because of Terenas' last instructions, the queen understood that Carlos was someone she could rely on and chose to trust him.
But the seeds of doubt had been sown, and the wind began to rise in the land of Lordaeron.
Praising the Holy Light, Terenas finally woke up after a day and night of sleep.
"How's Alphonse?"
The kind grandfather immediately thought of his grandson.
"Imprisoned in the palace dungeon."
With bloodshot eyes in her eyes, Jia Liya sat beside her father's bed and watched closely.
"I'm sorry, Caliya, there is a better way. Thinking about it now, there is obviously a better way, but at that time, my father could not think of it, so he could only wrong Alphonse."
"I know."
"The impact of this matter is very bad. If it is not handled well, the alliance will fall into civil war and your husband will be ruined."
"I know."
"Where's Carlos? I want to see him."
"He's in the dungeon."
"Really? Just wait for a while."
"Um."
"Kalia, why are you crying?"
"No, it's nothing."
Saying nothing, Caliya Menethil finally broke down in tears and cried loudly on her father's body.
Terenas reached out to touch his daughter's face, but saw a palm like a dead branch.
Is this my hand?
He touched his face again, his cheekbones were high, his cheeks were sunken, and his lips were rough.
I... probably won't live long.
Terenas suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.
"Callia, please go and ask Carlos to come over. I'm afraid I can't wait any longer."
After urging his daughter to leave, Terenas rang the bell again and ordered his steward to summon the others.
Retribution.
It turns out that the "huge shadow" that his son-in-law said really exists around him.
My eyes were blinded by the infinite glory, and I really deserved it.
Terenas knew very well that none of this was Carlos' doing.
Because Carlos, like himself, is a king who lives on prestige and glory, and he is a poor man burdened with "personality".
If Carlos hadn't wanted to assassinate him, all this would have been terrible.
Just as Terenas was immersed in his thoughts, a scream disturbed him.
"Your Majesty, this is the third assassin."
The assassination blade belonging only to Terenas emerged from the shadows, bowed to its master, and took away the corpse of the assassin disguised as an attendant.
Terenas nodded and seemed to be continuing his trance.
