Even in Azeroth, it is an objective truth that war leads to technological progress.
Eight hundred years ago, humans gained magic during the war with the trolls.
In the war with the orcs twenty years ago, humans obtained magic that was more effective, faster and more convenient for killing.
All for fighting...
Khadgar is an out-and-out genius. This aging young man's contribution to the practical use of teleportation spells has yet to be surpassed by anyone.
It's a pity that there is no Khadgar left in the world.
When attacking Durnholde Castle, Carlos had 50,000 men in his hands. He pursued Thrall and fought a fierce battle with Arathi. Carlos mobilized another 20,000 troops from home.
When 70,000 professional troops were trapped in Arathi, even the military country of Alterac seemed empty of troops.
It's easy to spread troops out, but it's not so easy to take them back.
Even if Carlos doesn't want to fight, do the orcs believe it?
Once Carlos gathers his troops and retreats, Thrall will immediately organize a counterattack with manpower.
Therefore, without a heavy blow to the main force of the orcs, Carlos would have no way to get his troops back.
However, time waits for no one, and Arthas cannot tell when he will return to Lordaeron.
Although there is no clear evidence from Carlos's perspective that he has become a death knight, Carlos, who has broken free from the shackles of his thoughts, just feels that his brother-in-law is different.
Carlos, who broke free from the mental trap, once again used his little mind as a time traveler to think about those unknown secret memories, and when he thought about why there must be a Lich King, he came to the conclusion that FTNDP was.
Even if the outbreak of the undead natural disaster can once again unite people's hearts, the alliance that has been crumbling in the face of disaster can once again unite together.
but.
Just guess what, who can afford the heavy price?
Assume that Arthas has really become Ner'zhul's puppet and a death knight.
So, what will he do?
Carlos thought about it and thought that if I were Arthas who had taken out Frostmourne, I would start with Lordaeron.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years later, the world has changed. Blindly trusting the prophetic memories in your mind will only lead to your own destruction.
Without the ethical torment of Stratholme, without the painful choices that add to the suffering, what prompted Arthas to choose to become a death knight in the face of a bright future...
Carlos wasn't even sure if Arthas had gone to Northrend and had met with misfortune.
But if the warning is true, then there must be something involved that you don't know about.
Thinking based on this premise, under the premise that the actions of the Cursed Sect are contained, if Arthas really becomes the puppet of the Lich King Ner'zhul, what will he do?
Lordaeron!
As the largest gathering place of humans, the city of Lordaeron and the surrounding areas of this city are home to millions of human residents. This is the basis for the rule of the kingdom by the Menethil family and proof of the strong national power of the kingdom of Lordaeron. , is also the strongest and greatest strength foundation and weakness of human beings.
Twenty Stratholmes combined are not as powerful as one Lordaeron.
Ner'zhul does not need to wait for the plague to spread, and does not need to slowly corrode the alliance. If he gets Arthas, the Lich King has a hundred ways to make trouble.
Among them, the simplest, fastest and most effective is to directly infect Lordaeron.
Terenas Menethil II's time was running out, and Arthas was only one step away from becoming the master of the entire kingdom. Who would have thought that this man who had everything would destroy everything he owned with his own hands.
Do whatever you want.
Hard to guard against.
After Carlos figured it out, he suddenly felt that the originally ample time was no longer enough.
There was no time to slowly gather the troops.
There is no time to spend in Arathi with Thrall.
There wasn't even time to explain.
After thinking about it, Carlos realized that there was no one around him who he could trust.
Tens of thousands of troops dispersed and the commander lost contact. This meant something big was going to happen.
There are many generals around him who can lead the army in battle, but those who can be entrusted with the power of commander...
No.
Not only Alsace, Carlos also faced a dilemma.
A single nail in a horseshoe can destroy a kingdom, and so can Carlos's single decision.
Although it seems that the situation is good at this time, what if Carlos leaves recklessly and is overturned by Thrall?
Losing this army will not only lose his reputation, Carlos will also lose his dominance over the future situation.
Do not be careless.
While hesitating, Carlos suddenly understood Elune's method.
The situation is such that it seems impossible to kill Thrall and his new tribe in Arathi.
After breaking through the mental trap, whether it was because he returned to reason or whether he became angry and angry, Carlos considered killing his "savior" classmate Sal, hanging all the last die-hards of the tribe on crosses, and then taking over the enslavement. The thing about orcs.
But there is no chance.
The lesser of two evils, the news that Alsace was about to return was a weight enough to change the balance of the situation.
Carlos could only choose one side between Thrall and Alsace, he could not sing vixen, nor could he choose between sides.
Eventually, a plan gradually took shape in Carlos' mind.
"Has Orgrim's body been sewn up?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, in compliance with your orders, it has been completed, giving it the dignity it deserves from the chief of the tribe."
Carlos nodded with satisfaction.
"Everyone, the summer harvest time is coming. I am going to take Orgrim's body to Lordaeron. What do you think?"
It is common sense to plow in spring and harvest in autumn, but it is not a rule. Some overwintering crops have a harvest period in summer.
Carlos's convoluted words made the generals present not know how to answer for a moment, and they fell into a state of eye contact with each other.
But soon, someone with a quick mind reacted.
Because of the war to suppress the orcs and the large-scale disasters in the south, food was tight. Alterac dispatched so many troops. More than half of the supplies were actually provided by the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Menethil family. .
The summer grain is coming, but what about the autumn harvest? So what are the benefits that we Alterac people should get from working hard?
Why did His Majesty the King sew up the body of the orc leader with dismembered heads and embalm it, and why did he go to Lordaeron?
The human heart is really a wonderful thing, and desires are not entirely evil.
If Carlos told his army that I was going to Lordaeron to save the world, maybe the Alterac people would have some ideas and do something wrong.
But when Carlos hinted at the "true meaning" of their war, everyone lost their distracting thoughts.
Carlos didn't even need to think about his replacement as commander-in-chief.
"The current zone chief and patrol responsibilities remain unchanged, and the status quo will be maintained until my return, especially the defense of the Saldo Bridge."
"As commanded."
Carlos's subtext was clear enough. If there was no decisive battle with the orcs before reaping the benefits, there would naturally be no need for a general to lead the overall situation. Everyone could just do their part.
So, after re-arranging the defense area, Carlos swaggeringly led the guards in bright clothes and angry horses, and placed Orgrim's coffin on a float pulled by eight horses and headed north.
In the whole day, Carlos's guards only walked fifty miles. At this speed, it would take at least two months to reach Lordaeron.
Carlos' actions made his men and the onlookers in Stromgarde understand what he was thinking.
Although he was inevitably scolded by discerning people like dog bite dog, he was still calm.
But that night, a figure left the camp, passed through the bush area more than 30 miles wide, and met up with the guide who had already been prepared.
"Are you all ready?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, there are spare horses for you to transfer every two hundred miles."
"Then let's go."
Carlos took out his water bag and took a sip of sweet water, then set off resolutely to the north.
On the same night, while listening to the arguments of his compatriots, Sal also picked up a wooden cup and took a sip of the filtered water that seeped out from the cracks in the rock and was still full of bitter taste. He couldn't help but smacked his lips.
"We must break through the human defense line and continue to retreat to the west. It will only lead to a dead end."
Sal secretly made up his mind.
