"Magni, you can actually draw?"
Tirion Fordring, who came with the reinforcements, finally found the dwarf king Magni Bronzebeard after many twists and turns.
"Look at what you said. I am the best weapon craftsman in Ironforge. Isn't painting just a kind of painting? Why can't I do it? Is it because of the arrogance of you humans?"
Magni's grab made Tirion suddenly speechless.
This is a waste of time, you are so angry.
"Okay, okay, I apologize. You are an elder and you taught me the right lesson. So what is the name of this painting?"
Tirion had already seen the tragic situation in the survivor camp in Stratholme City, fully understood the emotions of the vanguard soldiers, and took a decisive step back.
"The Alliance liberates Stratholme."
Magni put down his brush and palette and stood up and said with pride.
"Is this turbaned woman a female Union soldier?"
"It's the shepherd girl."
"Is this one with horns a sheep?"
"It's a cow."
"What is Shepherd Girl doing?"
"Milking the cow."
"What about the Alliance?"
"Freeing Stratholme."
"..."
"..."
"Where's Carlos?"
"Leading the Alliance."
"I'm asking Carlos where he is now."
"Leading the Alliance..."
Seeing Magni's wandering eyes mixed with envy and reluctance as well as a hint of grievance, Tirion Fordring understood that His Majesty, the greatest marshal of the Alliance, was at work again.
"Your Majesty Magni..."
"..."
"Dear elder of the Bronzebeard clan, great king of Ironforge, please look into my eyes."
"You're too tall. My neck hurts when I look into your eyes."
"Where the hell is Carlos?"
"flew away……"
"ha?"
Magni suddenly sat down.
"He built a spaceship but didn't let me play with it. It's really not fun."
Tirion Fordring felt a little messy in the wind.
"No, what kind of spaceship? Why did Carlos fly away?"
Because the Undead Scourge's ambush in Stratholme City failed, all the elite minions were lost. The direct consequence was that although the vanguard army was unable to regain Stratholme City, strong men like Carlos or Magni were really You can come and go as you please in the city.
The mysteriously confident death knight was turned away by the vigilant paladins without even seeing Carlos Barov.
Times have changed a long time ago. The "Paladin Code of Conduct" has been improved in several editions by the Knights of the Silver Hand in actual combat against the orcs. The holy shield has become a basic operation engraved into the DNA of the Paladin.
The death knights who failed to attack were beaten to death, and their bodies were burned in the fire. The vicious paladins also used hammers to smash the bones into slag.
There was no hope. The other death knights observed through shadow spells and decided to ignore this person when the Lich King asked.
Magni Bronzebeard was addicted to the treasure hunt game under such circumstances.
Although the Scourge Legion plundered Stratholme City once and set fire to it, there were still many supplies that survived the chaos and fire.
For example, this batch of paints and canvases.
Magni is really not bragging [beep]. Among the three Bronzebeard brothers, except for Muradin, who is a fool, he and Brian are both artistic.
Although his painting skills have been surpassed by his third brother and even his daughter, Magni can still lick his face and say that the painting of these two people was taught by him.
As Magni chatted, Tirion was far behind the bronze-bearded dwarf in terms of status and seniority. What could he do? He was also desperate!
You said that I, Tirion Fordring, was a good first-generation Paladin. Not long ago, I finally got over the bad things I did in the past. I became a good brother and became a big brother in the Alliance. My identity was restored. The old brothers in Hearthglen now also remember me. Now, I am happily making trouble for my bones in my hometown, and it is so happy to relive the prosperous years, fresh clothes and angry horses.
How come he was sent to Stratholme by that bastard of Uther?
Go ahead, go ahead, it's our duty to protect our leader.
But what about the Carlos people in Nima?
Where are others!
In the end, it was Magni himself who couldn't bear the anger the more he talked, and started to verbally criticize Carlos under the compliment of Tirion Fordring, "Yes, yes, everything you said is right."
Tirion finally knew the truth.
Carlos really flew away!
In order to take the Whitewater River route, the Kul Tiras fleet sent five warships from the outer sea to the inland river. After defeating Stratholme, all four warships turned back, leaving one as a gunboat to defend the river bank base.
Carlos couldn't decide what to do, but he thought that a big thing like Naxxramas could fly, so why couldn't I fly!
So I asked the mages to work together.
As a result, I am afraid of talking nonsense about everything.
Tell me, in Azeroth, being able to fly is nothing.
Mada Feizhuan is an eternal truth.
Carlos can even fly himself.
It's just useless to fly to Quel'Thalas with the Wings of Holy Light. It's not uncommon to defeat Naxxramas by one person. It's not unusual for one person to defeat Arthas's army of more than ten or two hundred thousand...
There is everything in the dream.
The mages of Dalaran in this era do not have the ability of a certain sea's daughter. One person is like a magic ship.
But it's actually not difficult to make magic items fly.
The warships in Kul Tiras are all enchanted warships.
If it were just like this, it might just be a king chatting with a bunch of mages.
However, as news spread that the Vanguard Army was blocking the door outside Stratholme City, a certain "big shot" led refugees hiding in the mountains to seek asylum.
"Nathanos Marris, the human ranger?"
Tirion Fordring knows this person.
Because Carlos's bitter battle in Andorhal delayed the Alsace offensive, Stratholme City had time to issue evacuation decrees and mobilization orders in advance.
Therefore, Nathanos, who died on his farm in other world lines, responded to the call of Stratholme City, left his home to participate in two defensive operations, and relied on his excellent skills when Alsace invaded Stratholme. It can also protect the refugees outside the city and flee into the mountains to avoid the pursuit of the undead and natural disasters.
This is nothing, the only human ranger has this ability.
What really makes Nathanos special is how he makes money.
"What are you talking about? On the surface, Nathanos is a farmer who makes a living by farming, but in fact he is a second-rate dealer?"
Tirion Fordring even wondered if he had heard auditory hallucinations in his ears after sitting on the boat for a long time.
"Yes, Nathanos admitted it himself. How much money can be made from farming? Over the years, he has been relying on the connections he made while studying at the High Elves to do the business of smuggling magical products."
Magni Bronzebeard answered seriously.
"No, Silvermoon City has always been the largest supplier of magic supplies in Lordaeron. How many high elves in Dalaran have opened specialty stores that require humans to act as second-hand dealers?"
Tirion Fordring thinks this is unreasonable.
"Military supplies..."
"Okay, that makes sense, what did he offer Carlos?"
"Six [walnuts]."
"Excuse me, what are walnuts?"
"Oh, that's their slang. [Walnut] refers to the military arcane core."
"The relationship between Nathanos and Nathanos is strong enough. The Kingdom of Lordaeron will definitely be subject to a military court."
"It will be hung on the beam just like Ironforge."
Tirion Fording has learned to answer questions at this time.
"So Carlos and his mages directly installed a navy warship with arcane core and transformed it into a spaceship and flew away?"
"Yeah, you didn't take me with you!"
Magni Bronzebeard's resentment is very deep.
