The reason for chasing Turayan away was not because Carlos suddenly acted hypocritically.
Turayan had a wife and son, which was unlike Carlos.
The real reason lies in the composition of the alliance.
To be poor is to be racist, to be rich is to be kingdom divided.
The "ancestral law" that Carlos changed today in order to resist the Scourge will become the "original sin" for his political opponents to slander him in the future.
Turalyon became the target too easily.
A native of Lordaeron, Marshal of the Expeditionary Force, he is responsible for a lot of human achievements.
Tsk tsk, the most important wife is Alleria Windrunner who can compete with Kael'thas.
Those who knew knew that he was Carlos's good brother, but those who didn't knew thought he was Turayan Barov II.
The remnants of Lordaeron are an important weight supporting the basic foundation of mankind, but trying to achieve a good balance is too labor-intensive. Carlos really doesn't want Turalyon to take a trip into this muddy water.
At least not now.
There are other behind-the-scenes forces interfering in Azeroth's affairs. Carlos knows this, but he is unable to intervene.
By removing the Lich King's arm towards Lordaeron and maintaining humanity's dominant position in the Eastern Kingdom, Carlos has the power to change the future.
Because Malfurion and Tyrande... are mentally ill.
Malfurion was a reliable leader most of the time, but as soon as the two of them got involved with Illidan-related matters, their IQs immediately dropped by 250 and were allowed to show negative numbers.
If humans cannot be guaranteed to be strong, even if Carlos draws the night elves into the alliance, this alliance will still be an unlucky thing that takes jujube pills.
The Bronze Dragon's set of truth and lies is reasonable nonsense. The gods will be extinguished. It is not a matter of course that Azeroth, the broken ball, is on the verge of exploding on the spot every moment.
People will die if they are killed, and balls will definitely explode if they are poked!
So to counter the threat of the Old Gods there must be a Lich King...
Carlos thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any ancient god who was killed by the undead.
The little dagger Sarasta was cut into pieces by her brothers and sisters.
The big eyeball was killed by the alliance tribes who blocked the vacuum period of weakness and resurrection.
Y'Shaarji's brain was crushed by Titan's own hands.
Yogg-Saron did not complete the final corruption of Ulduar, and was rushed into the dream space by the footman and muttering to death his own will incarnation, Sarah, and died.
The worst thing is that N'Zoth, the king of foreign wars and the ancient god Bai Yueguang, died due to incompetence in the civil war.
That's right, the white moon, the moonlight, the flawless white N'Zoth, is the weakest and invincible ancient god, and the invincible dream city of Ny'alotha is about to cover the real world and rewrite reality. As a result, the true body was found by the heroes. The body abandoned by the Black Dragon Prince Wrathion with Sarasta was the Blade of the Dark Empire that directly broke through the defense.
Come on, come on, it was agreed that the undead will rise up to defend against the ancient gods. What is the purpose of it?
The flesh-and-blood curse of the ancient gods corrupts everything, but it doesn't work on the undead, right?
The problem is that there is no ancient god out of control at all. Carlos doesn't believe that he can overturn if he goes to the Titan Cage to block the resurrection point of the ancient god.
So, what is the use of this natural disaster?
Unite all the forces that can be united. In fact, Carlos can only hope to talk to the Bronze Dragon.
However, after Elrethalas, apart from the Green Dragon, Carlos could not contact the other three companies at all.
Don't get me wrong, these three are referring to the Red Dragon, the Bronze Dragon, and the Black Dragon.
It was useless for Blue Dragon to contact them. Northrend was having a lively fight.
Kalecgos approached Carlos once after the Silvermoon City incident, and expressed his apology tactfully, while also telling Carlos a very important news.
That is, the Lich King transferred a large part of the proceeds captured by the Scourge in Lordaeron back to Northrend.
It all made sense.
Kalecgos's intelligence answered Carlos' confusion and strengthened his determination to counterattack in an all-out way.
The Lich King is stealing the mines, and Carlos is still playing business. Isn't this just a trap?
So, comfort Tula Yang who is catching up, dodge the good brother's friendship-breaking punch, and forcefully pull the Dark Portal. It's very important. The safety of the south depends entirely on you. After all, Tula Yang will be killed. Yang was temporarily fooled.
The next step was to take the time to meet Garrosh Hellscream.
Carlos has seen many orcs who have been brainwashed. Alterac's Glory orcs alone cost 200,000. This is the first time that Carlos has seen an orc who takes the initiative to wash his own brain.
The muscular young man with brown skin was not nervous when he saw Carlos, he just looked at him repeatedly with slightly doubtful eyes.
This look in his eyes made Carlos feel scared. He always felt that Garrosh's next sentence would be "Oh my god, you are so tall!"
"Why?"
"To prove that I'm better than him."
"Um?"
"I am Gromsh Hellscream's son."
"snort."
"The Horde he and Thrall were working on was a mistake in my opinion."
“Hmm↓hum↑!”
"Can I hit you?"
"You can't beat me."
Carlos suddenly remembered how much he deserved a beating for his behavior.
This, um, um, um, was the psychological shadow left by the last time I tried to negotiate an alliance with Gilneas a few days ago and was disgusted by the Greymane envoy.
It's also good to stretch your muscles.
Long-term experience with orcs tells Carlos that it is the basic etiquette of orcs to make friends with fists. If the fist is in place, the friendship will be in place.
Look at the character from the boxing style, look at the painting style from the boxing style, the sacred Makgora ceremony connects you and me...
Well, this is actually not the orc Ma'gora, it's just Garrosh pretending to be a young orc to stir up trouble.
And I want to measure the magnanimity of Carlos Barov.
Different, completely different, the King of Knights and the King of Steel are simply allomorphs as different as Carbon 12 and Carbon 14.
In Garrosh's view, the King of Steel is a master of tactical deception, and his full-body power armor and chainsword are his best disguise. In essence, his fighting style is still the same as that of the Master - there is always one Spells exist to deal with current situations.
In other words, knowledge is power.
The King of Steel fights with the knowledge he possesses.
Therefore, the King of Steel can fight against the demons of the Burning Legion, but cannot face Kil'jaeden and Kil'jaeden directly.
This is what the Iron King himself admitted to Garrosh. Knowledge is the sweetest poison, and he relishes it.
Although Garrosh is an orc, he also understands the subtext behind the Iron King. If Sargeras offers an olive branch to him, he will not be able to withstand the temptation.
But the Carlos Barov in front of him was different.
This difference is not a difference that can be described by language or words, but a more emotional difference.
The King of Knights will never betray his beliefs.
"Your skills are not like those of a young orc. Your old-fashioned attitude reminds me of Orgrim Doomhammer."
Garrosh was judging Carlos' style, and Carlos was also weighing the orc "Little Roar".
"If your father were Gromsh Hellscream, you would also have as much fighting experience as I do."
This was a true lie, so Carlos, who didn't look into it further, believed it as a matter of course.
Because it was not a fight to the death, Garrosh could not use any of the methods of exchanging injuries for lives. Three minutes later, he was knocked to the ground by Carlos.
With his chest on the ground, on the battlefield, he would have been thrust into the ground by the enemy's sharp blade and become a corpse.
Garrosh lost this battle.
"Why, give me a reason."
Carlos put his hands on his hips and took a few breaths, sighing with emotion that he was indeed a young hero, he could really fight, and he was so hot that he was sweating.
"I'm going to prove him wrong."
Garrosh propped himself up and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Carlos with his head held high.
"The Lord of Steel told me that Gromsh Hellscream chose Thrall instead of his son. So I chose the Alliance instead of the Horde."
Carlos looked at the serious Garrosh seriously and asked.
"what do you want."
"Find a place for the orcs."
"What can I get."
"I, Garrosh Hellscream. And the allegiance of the orcs."
Carlos couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't be in a hurry to laugh at me. I know what kind of glorious orcs you made, but they are already old. How many more times can they use it? Nature is inseparable. The young orcs have not experienced that war at all, and they have no intention of repenting. , otherwise Thrall would not have gathered so many followers so easily. The Alliance is the perpetrator to them, and they consider themselves innocent."
Garrosh looked at Carlos calmly, and watched as Carlos stopped smiling.
Yes, Garrosh was right. The younger generation of orcs, even the glorious orcs brainwashed by Carlos, do have confusion and resistance.
The killings caused by their parents are heavy shackles for them, but they cannot empathize with them. The seeds of resistance have always existed in their hearts.
This was also the real reason why Carlos did not dare to completely release the orcs on the plateau even if he was in desperate need of combat power.
"I can help you."
"How can you help me?"
Carlos put away his contempt for "brainless roar" and began to take Garrosh seriously.
"Short-sighted Thrall didn't realize that when the undead disaster broke out, it was a good opportunity for the reconciliation between the orcs and humans. The King of Steel drove us out of Draenor, and the orcs must find a new home. Who can give us a home? Who is our savior.”
"If the alliance can't give it, are you going to take it yourself?"
"They are the ones preparing this way, not me."
"If it were you, what would you do?"
"I have no idea."
"you do not know?"
"I really don't know, but the King of Steel told me that you knew, so I came to see you."
Carlos didn't even think about it himself, he just laughed angrily anyway.
I can’t explain why I’m angry, and I can’t explain why I’m laughing.
But he accepted the challenge.
"Gromsh of the Warsong Clan will not recognize a son who joins the Alliance."
"I am the chief of the Mag'har clan, not a member of the Warsong clan."
"How many people do you have under your command?"
"Twenty thousand. Not all orcs are willing to go to the other side of the sea to find an illusory tribe. If you are determined, I have a way to keep more orcs."
"It's interesting. Go ahead and I will arrange for you to go back. If you can really bring 20,000 orcs to Watch Castle, I can accept you."
"Lies are meaningless. As long as you agree, I have a way to notify the other side that the negotiation has been completed. There is no need to go back."
"Then what do you want..."
"Grandma taught me that trust needs to be given, loyalty needs to bleed. I know you are fighting a war, send me to the front line, go to your glorious orcs, and I will prove it to you."
"Even if I'm just using you?"
"I can be used."
The conversation was an eye-opener for Carlos. Do you call this guy Garrosh a "brainless roar"?
