Those who actually attended the meeting, those who accompanied the guards, and those who hung on the rafters to watch the excitement. Tens of thousands of people crowded around the Crescent Square.
The most taboo thing about holding a military combat meeting is that confidentiality is not kept well, but Carlos tolerated it.
When doing united front work, the most taboo thing is for people to talk too much and be aggressive, but Carlos recognized it.
What's more, the demon's infiltration of Elre'Thalas is too severe. Even after so many eradication campaigns, there are still many Dread Lords who have slipped through the net. This kind of large-scale meeting is the best occasion for Nasrezim to stir up trouble.
but.
Today.
This is three-thirds of an acre of land.
Uncle Ka is not here to reason.
With Azuregos, the guardian of the secrets, there is no such thing as amplification magic.
"Hey, hey, hey. One, two, three, can you hear me clearly?"
After the sound check was over, Carlos knocked on the table to signal that the meeting had officially begun.
"The threat from the Well of Souls is there."
Carlos pointed in the direction of the Royal Library.
"We are all here to respond to this crisis."
Carlos nodded to Azoregus, and the old blue dragon immediately projected the artistically processed "horror" scene inside the Well of Souls over the square, as well as the large SM scene where Syndra was bound by magic thorns, rendered in blood. Filters, a few pictures are worth a thousand words.
After waiting for about a minute, the low-pitched exchanges at the scene turned into a roar like a busy city. Azoregus fired three thunder bombs in a row. The huge sound wave even caused some people on the scene to ring in the ears, but it was successfully terminated. noisy.
"So, now, in order from left to right, one hourglass for each person, let's express our opinions."
Carlos took out a two-minute hourglass and placed it in front of him, signaling the spokespersons of all parties to start speaking.
In order from left to right, the orc is on the far left.
"What the king says, we do, that's it."
The orcs elected a representative, expressed their loyalty, and then sat down. It took six seconds and sixty-one seconds.
Carlos could hardly even return the hourglass to zero, so he just signaled Gildas to speak.
"Compatriots, friends, everyone present..."
The erudite who suffered a serious injury in the mirror world has not fully recovered, and his face is still a little pale, but his voice is still loud, but his opening remarks were interrupted before he could finish.
"The night elves are not our compatriots!"
Azoregus frowned, someone was using his amplification magic to cause trouble.
As soon as this statement came out, large-scale whispering occurred again.
Okay, let's continue to thunder and explode.
Gildarts took a deep breath, shook his head to dispel the slight ringing in his ears, and continued.
"Prince Tortheldrin betrayed us. The Well of Souls is not the path to salvation for our upper elves. It will only lead us to the abyss of suffering..."
Once again, the Highborne were in an uproar.
Even Carlos couldn't stand listening. You said this on such an occasion. How did you become a scholar without any skills in public speaking?
No, conflicts have been intensified under one's own indulgence. Everyone has their own little thoughts, which is normal.
This time, as soon as Azoregus raised his hand, the scene returned to silence. The noise attack was indeed effective, and everyone was afraid.
Gildas's speech was impassioned, but two minutes was obviously not enough for him to perform. Once the time was up, Carlos forced him to sit down and replaced him with the tauren warchief.
"Unite and fight against foreign enemies."
Hamuul Rune Totem's speech received unanimous praise from the orcs. This piece of meat is an upright cow.
Intermittently, most of the leaders representing one force, including Dawn, expressed their support for the "coalition", until the night elf representative spoke, and an accident happened.
Shandris Yuyue mobilized about 300 troops to stay in Elrethalas and ordered them to follow Carlos's arrangements. The symbolic significance was greater than the military significance.
These people also understand their status and position. To put it bluntly, they just want to show their presence, so they are not preparing to be in the limelight. They will do what everyone says and finish their work early.
Therefore, the captain of the sentry, who was supposed to make an ordinary statement such as "Yes, what was said upstairs, I support it" and end his speech after saying a few words, looked at the uproar with a confused look on his face.
"Carlos, someone is interfering with my magic."
Azoregus walked quickly to Carlos.
"Oh, what did that sentence mean just now?"
"Elven slang, curse words, and the effect is outstanding."
The sentry captain stared blankly at the upper elf glaring at her, feeling aggrieved and innocent. I didn't say anything at all. Why are you staring at me...
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the elven city defense forces in Nancheng District launched an attack on us, and they rebelled!"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the guards of the static prison reported unusual movements in the blocked area."
"Report……"
The guards who suddenly came to report in large numbers raised their voices and reported the situation, causing even more intense uneasiness on the scene.
Very good, not only was Carlos not angry, but he smiled in confusion.
This is what a qualified Dread Lord should do.
It's all within my plan.
Finally, Carlos stood up and took Azoregus's hand to stop him from continuing to use thunder bombs.
Eresalas is a very large city.
When the principle leaders of all camps gather here, there will inevitably be delays and lags in responding to emergencies.
The Dread Lord is also a master at playing with people's emotions and manipulating their emotions.
Riots were inevitable.
"we have to……"
Azoregus eagerly wanted to return to the outskirts of the Royal Library to make sure that the magic circle he had arranged would not be damaged, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Carlos.
“We must put aside our differences and unite.”
Carlos's voice was not loud, and he didn't even use his chest. He was simply pronouncing through his vocal cords.
Except for those who were watching him, no one even noticed Carlos talking.
"It's the night elf!"
"These Highborne cannot be trusted!"
"Orcs bring only destruction!"
"Trolls eat people!"
"Tauren are delicious!"
Panic was spreading, reason was retreating, and the blue dragon stared at Carlos. He even suspected that the human in front of him was controlled by the Dread Lord, but his magic told him that it was not.
Conflict occupied Azuregos' mind.
What on earth was Carlos trying to do, he was allowing this chaos to happen.
Creating chaos is bound to involve setting fires. Thick smoke first appeared from the north of Ere'Thalas, followed closely by other parts of the city.
"His Majesty!"
"Carlos?"
Everyone was eager to know what their commander wanted to do.
"I say...everyone, hear my voice!"
With Carlos as the center, a huge impact of holy light erupted. The Dread Lord hidden in the spiritual rift at the meeting was forced out by this impact and appeared in the material world.
Isolated from interference and blocked thinking, all living beings within the scope of the Sacred Star can only hear one voice.
Carlos's momentum continued to rise, and the Dreadlord who tried to use his flying ability to escape the encirclement was dragged back to the ground with his invisible hands and crushed inside.
"Either obey my orders or become my enemy. Now that I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"
