In two weeks, Carlos understood the power of Cenarius.
Well, prestige and ability.
It also made Carlos understand the gap between the continent of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom.
Perhaps to reverse it, it’s the gap between the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor.
It is really unimaginable how much damage the Battle of Mount Hyjal and the Battle of Quicksand, which have not yet happened, have caused to the night elves. They can actually turn this chosen race into a vassal who needs to consider the opinions of the human prince.
You know, when more than three thousand tauren stood in front of Carlos, the soldiers around him almost became commotion.
The shock was too great.
The height of the tauren ranges from 2.4 to 3.5 meters, but except for the stunted heifers, basically every adult tauren is 20% taller than the strongest human beings.
This is already an oppressive height difference.
Therefore, even if Hamuul played it safe and arranged the vanguard troops first to prepare the ground, when the army arrived, it still caused a huge commotion.
On the contrary, the ogre's reaction was very dull.
A strange chain of fear. Minotaurs are afraid of ogres that can be up to four meters tall. It is incredible that humans can control such terrible monsters. Humans are afraid of tauren who are three times their number, especially for humans. The Minotaur's load-bearing capacity is astonishing. He can still fight with three solid wooden totems on his back. It's terrible. The melon-eating ogre is afraid of humans. The "Monster King"'s men are all monsters, and the ogre is not at all. opponent.
In the real and fucked coalition ecology, Carlos has the urge to suck his teeth.
However, this kind of tauren is a dispensable existence in the eyes of the night elves.
Malfurion allowed Hamuul to join the Cenarion Circle, but refused to allow the tauren to participate in the campaign for Silithus.
According to Dandema, the upper management's consideration is that if the tauren join the night elves' forces, it will cause a huge chaos in the logistics supply, and the gains outweigh the losses.
Um?
Is it because I look down on the tauren’s fighting prowess or because they are too edible...
This is a mystery.
Anyway, it means that you, Hamuul Rune Totem, are awesome and our boss, Malfurion, knows about it, and all the druids are like one another.
A tauren druid is not a tauren, just like a white horse is not a horse, and a tauren is not a cow.
In Carlos's view, the night elves' arrogance was the truth that harmed them.
But who can tell? Carlos himself also has pride and prejudice, and he knows it well.
The purpose of the law is to restrain people from being bad, and everyone must abide by it. The purpose of morality is to teach people to be good, and they can only restrain themselves.
When you use morality to restrain others or when others use morality to kidnap you, you are acting like a hooligan.
Darnassus has not joined the Alliance, and Carlos has no qualifications or position to talk about the internal problems of the night elves.
So he had a great time talking to Hamuul Rune Totem.
The language that the two people (cows) could communicate with was the night elves' Salas language, so the two people (cows) used the night elves' language to make the dark night elves crazy, and their relationship heated up quickly.
Sure enough, men's friendship starts from common topics.
At this time, Hamuul was more than 20 years younger than the elder druid who took root in Thunder Bluff in the other world line. He was in his prime. Although he still believed in the overall situation, he was a little more lively. The vitality (the fire of the middle-aged cow).
Overall, he's still a pretty good buddy.
Although Chen Guang served Carlos in every possible way, hoping that he would travel to Erethalas as soon as possible, Carlos received all the benefits, but there was no movement, so much so that Gildas couldn't help but show up again.
But Carlos still just dealt with it.
It is not ruled out that Carlos does have the idea of raising the price on the ground. The main reason is the issue of troop integration.
Even if Cenarius was the matchmaker and Hamuul Nuge had no problem, he could not hide the fact.
The power of the tauren is too strong, and the human troops under Carlos are too few, plus the hidden danger of ogres...
After thinking over and over again, Carlos came to the conclusion that there should be no rush.
I am here to reap benefits, not to promote humanitarianism. If I don’t get along, let alone reap benefits from Elrethalas, there is no problem in overturning.
So it dragged on for another week, while Carlos waited for his men to get familiar with the tauren, and then the operation to capture the ogres continued.
When Gildas came for the third time, Carlos finally completed the initial integration of his forces.
The human army of one thousand people gathered together and returned to their formation. The eight hundred ogres were beaten into obedience and divided into four ranks. The three thousand tauren left a thousand guarding the camp to guard the retreat. Dandema thought The method of pulling together a night elf scout team of more than ten people can be regarded as a force.
"This is the key to the gates of Elre'Thalas. The garrison has fallen to us, and they will let us through."
After getting a positive answer from Carlos, Gildas finally expressed his opinion.
Hamuul asked in confusion when Gildarts left.
"Is that elf crazy for letting so many foreign troops enter his city?"
"Will you let my army enter the place where your tribe lives?"
Carlos asked rhetorically.
"Yes, you are Hamuul's friend and Lord Cenarius' distinguished guest. The door of Rune Totem is always open to you."
Hamuul said sincerely, choking Carlos.
Yes, you have to avoid Cenarius when talking to Lao Deer Man’s little fanboy.
"What about a centaur?"
"Beat yourself and eat meat."
"Hahahaha, Hamuir, you are not crazy yet."
"certainly."
"But the prince of Erethalas is mad."
"……I see."
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Eretharas is so weak that he wants to sacrifice blood to his people, he still has the city's magic defense system.
If there is no leading party to lead the way, Carlos may not be able to open the door with just the few human troops in his hand.
Ignoring trivial military matters such as mobilizing the army and mobilizing supplies, it took three days for Carlos to lead the coalition forces to the outskirts of Ere Salas.
This time, he took it seriously and no longer defined himself as an adventurer, but as the commander-in-chief of an army.
Therefore, after using the key to open the magical door of Dire Maul, Carlos did not march straight into the Royal Library and kill Prince Tortheldrin as the scholar expected, but instead directly marched into the civilian area to prepare to suppress Eresa The garrison of Rath.
"Your Majesty Carlos, what do you mean?"
Gildas asked angrily.
"Just keeping an appointment."
Carlos answered calmly.
"Going to an appointment? Whose appointment?"
Gildarts knew he was stupid when he said this.
But Carlos didn't mind answering his question.
"The last Loremaster, Marcus."
"Morning light, you..."
When Gildas turned back to prepare to eat and drink the morning sun, he found that the person was no longer there.
Gildas was about to cast a spell and teleport back to the Royal Library, but Carlos grabbed his wrist.
"There's no rush, I'm a man of my word, let's take it step by step."
