It doesn’t matter if you have the intention to harm others or you have the intention of guarding against others.
Carlos came to Feralas to gain benefits and increase his card library to prepare for a tiring battle with the Legion. There was no reason to get himself into it.
They won't take risks just because the Highborne are good-looking.
So I can only do the show job and say sorry.
"I need time to prepare, and I think you do too."
Carlos said so.
The scholars all expressed their understanding, but Chen Guang couldn't accept it.
"There will be a blood sacrifice tonight, we..."
"That's enough. This is our own business in Elre'Thalas. This is Prince Tortheldrin's decision. We can't ask for more."
Gildarts interrupted Dawn's pleas.
For Kalos, or human power, the ruling class of the Highborne considered it a force that could be cooperated with, traded and exploited. Even in decline, Erressalas still has enough foundation to easily pull out an army to wipe out Carlos's thousand-man army.
This is also the reason Gildas is willing to negotiate a deal with Carlos.
There were two reasons why they were helpless towards Prince Tortheldrin.
First, the prince's personal strength is far superior to that of the erudite.
Second, the troops of Elrethalas remained loyal to their prince.
Therefore, Carlos's unexpected army became the key to Gildas and others breaking the situation.
As long as Prince Tortheldrin falls, the internal social problems of Elrethalas will no longer be unsolvable.
But unlike the scholars, Chen Guang was too deeply involved in the drama, and she only saw the pain of democracy.
Elrethalas is hopeless. If the problem of magic addiction is not solved, everything will be in vain.
The superior arcanist class, the Syndra who rule Elre'Thalas, do not put the people first.
This is the essential contradiction between Morning Light and Gildarts.
"Lord Erudite, I want to stay, please help me cover up."
Chen Guang stood beside Carlos and made the choice to take sides.
Gildarts' look of contempt flashed across his face, but he wanted to understand something and couldn't help but sigh.
"It's okay if you don't look. Then, His Majesty Carlos, let Chen Guang be your contact person. Let us know when you are ready."
"no problem."
Carlos nodded calmly.
Needless to say, everyone is smart, and Gildarts did not continue to point out that Prince Torsedrin's power will be even stronger in the next day. And Carlos didn't sit back and raise the price. After all, in less than a day, the scholar's trump card would be reduced by one point.
"What is your identity in Elre'Thalas?"
After seeing Gildas leave, Carlos asked Dawn.
"I am a Sindra priest, a priest who cannot get the gaze of the goddess, a priest who cannot feel the holy light, and an unqualified arcanist."
The sound of morning light was filled with pain.
You know so much...
Carlos suddenly understood why the Holy Light could not satisfy the upper elf.
Because they have absorbed the magic power of demons for a long time, they seem to have developed resistance to the Holy Light.
Even the blood elves can absorb Lu Xie's greed, but the highborne elves did it so stupidly.
"Come with me first."
Returning to the camp with the morning light, Carlos quietly contacted Modera.
"Is there a spell that can open a portal between Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom? It doesn't need to be permanent, it just needs to be able to teleport my army over."
Carlos directly explained his purpose.
"Yes, I can't."
Even if Modera's voice was distorted by the magical communication across the endless sea, the sarcastic tone was still so strong that it was falling apart.
"Who would?"
"Medivh and his mother."
"Do you have His Excellency Aegwynn's contact information?"
"I also have a signed photo of Lord Aegwynn, do you want to see it?"
"Give me some constructive advice."
"Magic is omnipotent, but magicians have limitations on their abilities. This is the advice I give you."
"Very pertinent."
"Given your good attitude, I'll give you another honest reminder."
"Speaking."
"The materials consumed for this magic communication are worth approximately 2,400 gold coins. Please reimburse me for half of it later."
Modera forcefully disconnected from Carlos.
Carlos really doesn't have much control over a "secret child" of Modera's status now. Don't even think about expecting her to speak nicely to him. It's already good to be able to do things well.
Since Modera said it couldn't be done, it probably really couldn't be done.
In this era of rapid development of magic technology, the archmages of Dalaran are willing to spend money to build a permanent portal from Quel'Thalas in the northernmost part of the Eastern Kingdom, and teleport directly to the Cape of Stranglethorn Vale in the southernmost part. owned.
But the large whirlpool in the center of the Endless Sea interferes too much with arcane energy. It is probably beyond their ability to teleport from the Eastern Kingdom to Kalimdor.
Carlos is not so arrogant as to want to conquer Elrethalas with a thousand men.
According to the alliance's standards, a legion has 3,600 people. Without three legions and corresponding logistical supplies, Carlos would never break up with the scholars and intervene forcefully in the affairs of Elrethalas.
Because the gain outweighs the loss.
I originally thought that a thousand people coming to reap the benefits would be more than enough, but the money is so attractive. In the last "quiet" years of Azeroth, Carlos was really tempted by the "fat" of Dire Maul.
So he decisively issued the order.
"Intensify the encirclement and suppression of the ogres, suspend the exploration of the Realm Gate, concentrate all forces, and prepare for war."
"Our manpower has been spread far apart, Your Majesty, if..."
"Return the weapons to the ogres and let them participate in the encirclement and suppression."
"this……"
"Tell them, those who run away will be beaten to death, and those who are lazy will cut up and eat the meat, I said so!"
"As commanded."
Although his subordinates were a little worried about Carlos' decision, seeing that Carlos was determined, they could only carry out the king's order.
That night, Chenguang knelt down and prayed to Elune under the moonlight all night long, but received no response from the moon god.
Carlos sighed helplessly.
Is this a good thing?
There are ten thousand fewer elves in Elrethalath.
Such a large-scale blood sacrifice did not cause riots. Prince Torsedlin is indeed a character.
"Because of the onset of addiction, life is worse than death."
Chen Guang gave the most truthful answer to Carlos' doubts.
For magic power, you can even sell your own life, let alone someone else's.
Full of energy, Carlos completed the distance that originally took two days in three hours, taking a shortcut and taking a straight line back to the dream gate.
"Dear Lord Lethorn, I would like to see Cenarius."
Allowing Carlos to take a thousand people through the Emerald Dream is already the limit of the green dragon's tolerance. This is the favor Eranikus got by showing his old face in front of the green dragon queen Ysera, even if Carlos wants to marry Lethon It doesn't make sense even if it's reasonable.
So, Carlos decided to talk to the off-spec boss.
"Lord Cenarius has been waiting for you for a long time."
Contrary to Carlos' expectations, Lethorn said something shocking.
