"Although I have been away for ten years, I participated in the original discussion. Although it is impolite to answer questions with questions, it is a very efficient method. So Uncle Dailin, why don't we execute all the orc captives? Answer me this question."
"Mercy, charity, virtue, forgiveness, we are the victors."
Dai Lin said with a pious face, then raised his fist and hit it hard on the water, making a dull sound.
"Don't change your mind, Carlos. The answer to your question is obvious. We can't and don't dare. The orcs defeated themselves. If we dare to raise the butcher knife blatantly, the orcs will dare to rebel. The orcs outside have not been killed. If the internal chaos continues, how can we fight this war? I know all these truths, and what I’m asking is why you rearmed the orcs!”
Dai Lin really wanted to use his strong body to create pressure when talking to people as usual, especially when meeting naked people in bathrooms and saunas. The big-breasted brother's voice is louder than others. This is called the right to speak!
However……
"Uncle, calm down, I will explain in detail, don't come over."
Carlos pushed Daelin away with a hint of disgust. The life of a sailor was hard, and the life of an admiral was not much better. The consequence of a lack of vitamins during a long voyage was that Daelin had bad breath. A week of conditioning obviously did not cure the root cause.
"You don't imprison orcs in Kul Tiras, do you?"
"Well, I spent money to negotiate with Solas. The orc prisoners of war that should be held by us in Kul Tiras will be guarded by Tol Barad Prison."
After speaking, Dai Lin smacked his lips and added.
"I'm afraid that if I can't help but shoot those greenskins, your faces won't look good."
Carlos nodded in understanding.
"So do you understand the current situation in Lordaeron?"
"Which Lordaeron?"
Dai Lin asked with a pun.
"The big one."
"Hahahaha, you deserve it."
"Where's the little one."
"seek death."
"Yeah, I feel the same way, so I have to do something."
"So you gave the best armor and weapons to the orcs!"
Dai Lin's eyes widened, and he immediately became philosophical if he disagreed.
"How is it possible? The best ones should be given to our own people."
"Well, that's pretty much it."
It is impossible for Carlos to untie the shackles on the orcs. This is determined by his status. Daelin is very clear about this. This is why he is willing to listen to Carlos's conspiracy and calculations. The admiral is really concerned about it. What matters is not what Carlos did, but his attitude.
"The battle back then was not clean enough. The remnants of the Blackstone Clan in the Burning Plains re-elected the warchief. You should know this."
"Of course, Uther took Arthas to the south and fought like a dog."
Dai Lin commented disdainfully.
"So the idea of treating the orcs well within Lordaeron is now rising again."
"Ha! Is the old man dead yet? The guy who said these things should be sent to the gallows! If you treat the orcs well, who will treat us veterans who fought and died for all mankind?"
"It's not surprising that a large number of orc captives are now working in Lordaeron, mining, logging, cultivating and building roads. They don't pay for it, they can use it as they please. If they die, they don't even need to be dug or buried by humans themselves. What great green-skinned beasts. "
"You mean..."
"I didn't say that."
Carlos shook his head bitterly.
When Sir Lothar was still alive, there were fierce conflicts of opinion within the alliance over whether to cross the Palatine Gulf to attack the tribes south.
The root cause of such internal conflicts is the calculation of gains and losses of interests.
Although local operations are beneficial to defense, the damage to the production order is also staggering. Although it is true that the alliance won at that time, it was also a real situation where the muscles and bones were broken.
In order to promote the southern expedition, Sir Lothar and Terenas made a large number of interest concessions, including the "tribal spoils" that Carlos secretly promoted.
However, it turned out that this was false.
The little wealth the orcs gained from looting Stormwind City has long been used to bribe neutral races, leaving no wealth for the humans of Lordaeron.
When Carlos was lost in the star realm, Turalyon followed suit and made a bigger pie in order to promote the Second Draenor Expedition. Since others could not come back, he was not afraid of creditors coming.
However, the lords and nobles who only paid without reporting naturally stole their attention to the orc prisoners.
It was not Terenas' kindness that saved the orcs, but human greed that required the orcs to live.
Dai Lin only vaguely sensed the interests behind this matter, but Carlos knew a living similar example - another world, another World War II, the German Empire.
"My disappearance was too hasty back then. After Sir Lothar's death, I was the only one who had the cohesion to promote the plan to eliminate the orc race."
"But you disappeared."
"Yes, I'm missing."
After saying that, both Dailin and Carlos fell silent.
"Others don't understand how terrifying the orc race is. You understand, and so do I. The two orc wars were really dirty."
"give up halfway."
"Those noble men only see the orcs as useful coolies and only care about their own money bags. Only when the butcher's knife is placed on their necks will they think of us warriors who have fought for the life and death of all mankind."
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with what you did?"
Dai Lin picked up the wine glass from the tray beside the pool and drank it in one sip. He was an angry young man, but he was not a fool.
"The resurgence of the orcs cannot be stopped, at least not by humans."
"What's the meaning?"
"Grom Hellscream is not dead."
"That bastard is not dead? Hahaha, of course not dead. The generals in Terenas have announced that it has been killed seven times, so of course it is not dead, hahahahaha."
Dai Lin smiled maliciously.
"Terenas was assassinated."
"I heard that the assassin disguised himself as your son."
"That's my son."
"!!!"
Dai Lin was shocked and speechless.
"An evil spell has taken hold of Alphonse."
Carlos was exhausted mentally and physically just thinking about this nonsense.
"Why do you think I have time to come to this strange continent of Kalimdor to do all this shit?"
"how could I know!"
"Because in Lordaeron, I can't say a word or do a thing. Everything I say has ulterior motives, and everything I do is a mistake."
Carlos told Dailin about the cursed sect in detail, so much so that both of them wrinkled their skins when they took a bath.
Leaving the pool and lying on the lounge chair, Carlos continued to talk about the conclusion he had come to.
"So I left. My traces cannot be hidden from the eyes of interested people. I was waiting for them to make a move."
"Well, I understand that, but what about the orcs?"
Dai Lin returned to the topic again.
"Uncle, you still don't understand. It's not a small conspiracy to fight for power like you imagined, but an event as big as the war that year. Humans no longer have the energy to continue imprisoning the orcs."
Dai Lin grinned in disbelief.
"Either kill them all, or a rebellion will definitely occur. Tribe, what a familiar yet unfamiliar word."
Carlos shook his head helplessly.
"So, are you going to start a tribe of your own?"
"You might as well call it differentiation."
Carlos picked up a round fruit, broke it in half with one hand, and handed half of it to Dai Lin.
