The ancient city of Elre'Thalas, or Dire Maul for short, remains peaceful and peaceful today.
Although Prince Tortheldrin has made up his mind to start blood sacrifices to the Syndras, the development process of things always takes time.
Therefore, before the population decline, the ogres and satyrs only dared to look for opportunities outside the ancient city, and did not dare to face the upper elf guards directly.
The remuneration paid by Medivh was indeed generous. At this stage, almost all magic associations had his informants. As part of the reward, the contact information of these informants was also handed over to Carlos.
If you can communicate through procedures, don't use swords or guns. Carlos is not ready to break up with Syndra.
In other words, before Tortheldrin went crazy and committed suicide, Carlos's hope of using a thousand people to attack the Maul of Dire Fortune was simply a funny act.
Will he be the mastermind?
Dividing, drawing apart, and making wishes are the methods that normal people should have.
Carlos thought he was a normal guy, so he did the same.
After leading the troops to advance about 70 kilometers to the east and finding a convenient campsite, Carlos activated the magic code and waited patiently for the two or five highborne elves to come to join them.
Then Dandema and I happily fished and paddled.
"Carlos, are you serious? To be honest, the Highborne are not easy people to get along with."
"They are so miserable that they eat people."
"You don't understand that sense of superiority. The world once surrendered at their feet. To be honest, I'm not very optimistic about your actions. If you want a mage, wouldn't it be much more reliable if you go to Quel'Thalas?"
"Anastarian is dying."
"??!"
Dandema was so stunned that he didn't even care when the fish broke the fishing line.
"He is less than two thousand years old."
Dandema's muttering made Carlos want to hit someone.
In a civil and military way, if you want to cause trouble, you must first be patient.
After waiting for three full days, Medivh's secret agent gave back the information, proving that he had not been sacrificed by his compatriots.
It was a bird folded from paper woven from the bark fibers of the laurel tree. When it landed on Carlos's hand, it was begging for food.
"Fancy magic."
Dandema commented disdainfully, Carlos rolled his eyes at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
Opening the letter, Carlos issued a warning about the scent.
"Dandema, you are not a good teacher."
"What happened to me?"
"Didn't you say that my Salas language is already qualified? Why can't I understand this letter at all?"
Dandema stretched his head and took a look.
"It's ancient grammar. Our night elf vernacular movement has been around for more than 10,000 years. You can't read it normally."
I, you, fuck, special code, can I beat you?
Dandema saw Carlos gradually going berserk, and took the initiative to take the letter and start acting as a translator.
"Wait a moment. I haven't seen this writing method for a long time. Let me check it out."
After a moment, Dandema laughed confidently.
"The days I spent working in the library were not in vain. It was okay. I got the translation."
Sure enough, picking up girls makes people progress...
Carlos looked like he was all ears.
"There is too much nonsense in the whole article, so I will omit it. There are only three valuable sentences. At midnight two days later, the interview will be held at the ruined Moon God statue in the southwest of the palace."
"Are you serious? Although I can't understand this letter, I can still count it. There are more than seven hundred words, just three sentences?"
Carlos felt a little unreliable.
"Otherwise, why do you think Malfurion launched the vernacular movement and why he wanted all people to be literate? This is the ancient grammar. The adjectives and modifying complements throughout the text are the only three sentences that have content."
Dandema put the letters in Carlos's hands, her face full of love and she couldn't believe it.
Yes, yes, yes, Carlos was convinced.
It's always good to make progress.
Go check out the spots in advance. The statue of the Moon God in the ruins southwest of the palace is not difficult to find. Statues of Elune will not be erected all over the street. As a landmark building, it is still easy to distinguish.
The only problem is that this ruins has been occupied by ogres.
what to do?
Eat, sleep, and fight ogres.
Carlos called over two hundred brothers and recalled the Second Orc War.
As a successful example of alien species, ogres are really capable of adapting to the changing circumstances.
Not to mention the spread of the Eastern Kingdom, just the small part that followed Cho'gall across the sea to Kalimdor has now grown to the point where it can compete with powerful local species for living space, and can put Procambarus clarkii to shame.
There are not many ogres occupying the ruins. The scouts roughly counted only sixteen, so the error is not too big.
But Feras has plenty of food to support his people, and each of the four-meter-tall, tall, stupid, and black men is obviously living a very comfortable life.
"It's not easy to deal with. We don't have heavy weapons. Are you sure you want to confront us?"
Dandema asked after observing secretly for a while.
"It's okay, we have a psychological advantage."
Carlos said confidently.
Then, Carlos stood up openly.
"You have been surrounded by me. Putting down your weapons and surrendering is the only way out!"
"Are you serious!!!"
Dandema was stunned by Carlos's slutty moves.
Although she heard Carlos say that he had an adventure in the star realm, Dandema had no intuitive understanding of Carlos' current personal strength and had no idea what was going on.
In Dandema's eyes, bows, arrows, guns, and short-handled swords are not useful against thick-skinned ogres. To deal with them, you need to prepare long-handled and heavy weapons. It is best to bring a blade-throwing vehicle to be more reliable.
So in Dandema's distrustful eyes, Carlos signaled his men to form an encirclement formation and start closing the net.
"Ah ha, it's a human. I haven't met him in a long time. It's delicious... Um, I think I know him. Who's here?"
An ogre looked at Carlos and felt familiar, and froze in place.
The other ogres picked up weapons and prepared to "hunt".
Food delivered to your door should not be punished by God.
Carlos strolled up to the ogre, easily caught the huge mallet ground from a whole green cypress, snatched it back and slapped the ogre on the face.
The huge body fell to the ground in a daze, making a thud. The three ogres, who were stimulated to madness, tried to beat Carlos, but they were all knocked over by a punch, and the scene fell into a brief calm.
"It's the Monster King!"
The ogre who once served in the tribe finally recalled the past of Hillbrad Hills and screamed like a chicken, and the ogre's morale was reduced by half.
The ogres who wanted to escape found that they were surrounded. They wanted to take action, but they couldn't muster the courage. Under Carlos's pressing step by step, they all put down their weapons, knelt down and held their heads, and forced them obediently.
"What do you want to do?"
Dandema recovered from the shock and asked Carlos, who was directing the soldiers to tie up the prisoners.
"You remember the main purpose of my coming to Feralas, right?"
"Realm Gate?"
"That's right. If we don't hire some coolies, do we want my soldiers to open the way?"
After not seeing each other for more than ten years, Dandema felt that she needed to get to know Carlos again.
