When Jin Feng Yu Lu met, they turned out to be Sheng Guang and two old dogs...
There is a big difference between friends and buddies.
Intelligent life forms will always have contact and communication with other individuals throughout their lives, but how many of them can be called by their names?
Crossing the fourth wall, how many of you here can name eight "friends" in your head within ten seconds?
After leaving school, how many people are willing to answer your call at two o'clock in the morning? How many people can be at your side within thirty minutes after receiving the call?
I shed tears when I say it too much. Only when you are middle-aged do you realize why the principle of brothers is like brothers has never been broken. As for clothes and other things, kneeling on the washboard, CPU, durian, etc., you are not a good man the next day! ! !
There are some things that Carlos can't even say to his biological father, but he can talk to Turayan.
"Don't say anything. After this drink, there are three more!"
There was no magnificent banquet hall, no glamorous cheering people, just a suburban farm, camping tents, low-legged tables, wooden pillars, and two middle-aged fools.
"The battle was hard?"
"Why are you talking about these spoilers? Drink quickly."
In response to Carlos's ill-intentioned invitation to drink, Turayan didn't show any pretense. He drank three tons of glasses and wiped the corner of his mouth with a provocative look.
"So this time it's hard?"
"Why."
Carlos drank it all and filled himself up.
"It's not that it's difficult, it's that I can't afford to lose."
"Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. You must seek defeat before you win. This is what you taught me. Why did you change your mind now?"
Turayan persuaded with a mocking persuasion method.
"Back then, we were two cucumbers with only three to five thousand people under our command, so we could do whatever we wanted. Later, after Sir Lothar died, he led thirty to fifty thousand people and felt that although the world is big, everything is possible, and he learned how to do it. Think twice before acting. Now, the rise and fall of the entire Hokuriku is weighing on you, and your shoulders hurt."
If someone else were to listen to this, they would probably have to think divergently and consider what Carlos was implying by being so pretentious.
But Turayan understood, he really understood, that his life in Northrend was no better than Carlos's. Survival or death might be a decision-making matter, and the pressure was not ordinary.
"Didn't you make it through? Five hundred thousand soldiers and horses. This is an army that was never used in the era of Emperor Thoradin. What are you afraid of?"
"Didn't I tell you? I can't afford to lose."
"What can't you afford to lose?"
"Hey, you didn't understand."
"Then you should say so."
Turayan spit on the ground, eating a bad melon seed, it was bitter.
"Generally speaking, several people support one soldier."
"In peacetime, you can raise three from a hundred, but in wartime, you can raise one from ten."
Turayan recalled that year and gave his answer.
"Yes, the city of Lordaeron fell, and millions of people were slaughtered by the undead natural disaster. Although most of the people who escaped were young and middle-aged people, the massive loss of the population cannot be faked. This time, humans are really injured. It’s moving to the bone.”
A population base of more than three million had to support an army of 500,000 to 600,000, which was still a combat force, not including logistics and transportation. Turayan thought about it and couldn't help but shudder.
"There's nothing we can do about it. The war between the living and the dead is more terrifying than the war between orcs and humans."
"Why……"
Carlos hesitated to speak, finished his drink and then added another drink.
"That's what you said!"
Turayan was really not used to it, so he lifted up and kicked Carlos on the calf.
"It's the human heart."
Carlos also spat, who prepared these melon seeds? Why are they so bad?
"Do you really think that the people of Lordaeron are all brave men who are not afraid of death? Nod your head to save face!"
Carlos took a sip of wine to rinse his mouth and continued.
"The war between the living and the dead is nonsense. It was just that there was no way to escape at that time. The city of Lordaeron was destroyed, and skeletons were everywhere killing people. Those who fled had no food and either starved to death or died in battle. Alterac It’s the only place they can think of to escape, so I’m now the Grand Marshal of the Alliance.”
"Not that..."
Carlos ignored Turayan's interruption and continued.
"When you've stabilized, you have some spare hands, and you can continue to escape, who is willing to continue to fight against the undead scourge. Arathi, Anvilmar, Elvin, all the way south, there is always a place to eat. This is People’s hearts.”
"It's really not..."
"It's land, it's the desire for wealth! Everyone is watching, everyone is watching, and now there is hope of winning. Everyone is looking at me, drooling over the hope of being the homeland of such a huge Kingdom of Lordaeron. , this is the intrinsic reason why the war can continue.”
"No...that's it."
Turayan didn't want to think of people as being so snobbish, but his intuition told him that Carlos was right.
"If we don't succeed this time, we won't succeed in the future. A large number of people will flee southward, and there will be no way to stop them. The achievements of human beings in opening up the north for hundreds of years will be undone. That's it."
"Stormwind City..."
Following Carlos's train of thought, Turayan's back tightened, and Stormwind City's incredible inaction suddenly had a reason.
"Varians are pretty good, but as a king ordering dishes, he can't think of this."
"But many of those around him were [sent] by His Majesty Terenas."
"Hahaha, second-tier professional player."
"Pfft, your mouth is still so damaged."
The two pointed at each other, smiled, and then fell into silence.
"It's hard in Delano."
"well enough."
This time, it was Carlos who listened quietly to Turayan's exotic stories.
Turayan's so-called okay is completely synonymous with still alive.
At the most critical moment, the Burning Legion came to the city, and the walls of Honor Keep collapsed. If the draenei hadn't stabbed the demon's ASS, the expeditionary force would have been in trouble.
It’s not easy for anyone.
"I heard that you have a son?"
Carlos asked.
"Um……"
When talking about his wife and children, Turayan's expression was full of tenderness.
Then, the two middle-aged men began to talk about personal matters, and they started to calculate with their fingers which of the daughters of other buddies was more suitable to be a daughter-in-law.
Turayan had forgotten when he drank until he fell unconscious.
Logically speaking, no matter he or Carlos, as long as they don't want to get drunk, they can't get drunk no matter how much wine they drink. However, in the atmosphere at that time, using the Holy Light to evaporate alcohol was too unsightly.
But when he woke up, Carlos was nowhere to be found, and Turayan couldn't help but get angry at the soldiers.
The guard Carlos left behind gave Turayan a letter. Turayan opened it and was moved but also angry.
"Go back quickly to stop your wife from committing a crime, Lilas Windrunner is in Lordaeron."
Turayan was very dissatisfied that he hurriedly returned to the continent of Lordaeron alone but was so unwelcome to his buddies, but he also understood what Carlos meant and felt Carlos's kindness.
But there was no way he could leave. Carlos might have forgotten that Turayan was also a Lordaeron.
The Menethil family has been raising men for hundreds of years, and there are always loyal people in Lordaeron.
