Anomaly Of Warcraft

The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility, the higher the status, and the fewer friends.

The most terrible enemy in life is to turn you into him.

Carlos has studied Terenas as an imaginary enemy for more than ten years, despised, hated, ridiculed, and now he is learning.

Although Alex Barov is his father, Carlos has to admit that his father's pattern is still small. As a real power duke, Alex Barov is easy to do, and even excellent. But as a king, Alex Barov is unqualified.

That's right, Carlos has never pursued the throne, not to mention that crown. He prefers to be a prince and live his life under the protection of his father.

However, Alex Barov is not suitable to be a king.

It is not because the Grand Duke Alex has no vision and knowledge, nor is it lack of wisdom and skill.

Although Carlos has not been the king for too long, he already has a vague feeling.

My father lacked a kind of Haki that gave me the other person, lacked a kind of arrogance that he would be flooded after I died, and lacked the kind of arrogance that a strong wind blows up and followed Laozi to fuck his mother.

It's difficult to explain in words, but Carlos is guarding Terenas Menethil, and he is also learning as a goal. Only by standing in the position of the king can you realize the terrible place of Terenas.

That is a great king who can pull an army of 100,000 people close to his personality.

That is a kind-kun lord who can let people follow him from birth to death by relying on words.

That is a terrible opponent that can't be studied thoroughly.

Carlos tried to think in Terenas's way, and he was shocked in a cold sweat.

If you want to get the most benefit, the best way is to fight to the death in the next battle. It is best to kill more than half of the casualties, and then go to Silvermoon City to make a big fuss, and then return to Alterac with the remnants. It would be better to get hurt a little bit more.

Because going north to Quel'Thalas was a breach of contract in a sense, and if Terenas really wanted to pursue it, he would not look good on his face. If you pull Quel'Thalas back, you can turn from a defaulter into a lonely hero, a tragic victim and accuser of the alliance, turning your disadvantaged position into a potential beneficiary in one fell swoop.

Only a few thousand soldiers were sacrificed.

It would be better if Turalyon died in this battle. The adjutant of the alliance, Lothar’s favorite general, this pot Quel'Thalas had to recite if he didn’t want to, and Anastrian would have to explain if he didn’t want to explain. .

Carlos slapped himself, then took a long sip of wine.

The king deserves to have no friends. After such calculations, the friends are dead. What is it if it is not a lonely family.

"Carlos, what are you doing?"

Turalyon asked him curiously, seeing Carlos slapped himself inexplicably.

"mosquito."

Carlos answered casually.

"Um, although there is no winter in Yongge Forest, the night is so cool, mosquitoes can't survive, right?"

Turalyon did not doubt Carlos' answer, but did not believe it was a mosquito.

"Is the mosquitoes of the elves that we ordinary people can understand? Can't stand even this degree of cold, are they embarrassed to call themselves the mosquitoes of Quel'Thalas?"

Carlos began to mess around, and then successfully amused Turalyon.

"Hey, you are a king anyway, it's not good to be heard by others. Especially if you are such a big person, it is against peace to tell such cold jokes with such a serious expression."

"Nonsense, a king and an alliance lieutenant secretly slaughtered the Elf Chocobo barbecue. Compared with this behavior, defamation of the Elf behind the scenes is a hairy!"

Carlos thought about it and came to the fire. At first it was just a joke, but the elves guarded Carlos and his guards like thieves. This angered Carlos, the more you guard against it, the more I want to eat!

But Carlos still had a face, and it was impossible to do it himself, so this kind of thing was done by the Garrison Expendables.

These bastards gave Carlos a bird's leg, two wings, and a half of breast meat, which is not the same chocobo in terms of coat color.

Finding a secluded place, Carlos pulled Turalyon back together, set up a tripod, and started roasting the bird meat.

The reason was that they shipped it themselves, so all the barbecue work was thrown to Turalyon.

Turalyon didn't matter. When he was an apprentice pastor, he did not do anything less scheming. Who could accuse a child raised by a prison guard?

So Turalyon tidyed up the hairy flesh and blood, caught fire, put it on the shelf, turned it over, spiced it, and was skillful in action and skill.

"I can't tell, your housekeeping is still a good hand!"

When Carlos was a child, he led his two younger brothers, who were also skilled workers in the wilderness, and couldn't help but praise Tantullayan's skills.

"Nonsense, I'm not a noble young master. My adoptive father is the guard in the prison. The uncles of the jailer share a bite of my food. If you want to eat something good, you have to find a way."

Turalyon said indifferently, this is not a shameful past.

"Ah, in the novel, your proper protagonist's life, is there any Whitebeard crazy grandpa in the prison who says he wants to teach you magic?"

Carlos asked maliciously.

"Really, when I was young, there was an old liar who wanted to trick me into stealing the keys to him."

Turalyon replied.

"I'll go, really!"

Carlos instantly felt the malice from the will of the planet Azeroth.

"Then the old liar was hung up and beaten by my adoptive father. He was wailing and howling. After the fight, he had to teach me tricks. Because I was slow in learning, I was beaten again. I saw that he was too pitiful, so I took it seriously. "

Turalyon said indifferently.

"..."

Carlos was speechless, Azeroth's planetary will, I wronged you, sorry.

"What are the tricks?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"It's all visual tricks and distracting tricks, like guessing stones or throwing coins. But the old liar's card skills are really good, and stealing cards has helped me make a lot of pocket money. For example, Quinte second. Draw the white wolf Ye Naifah, start the third horn, or the hearthstone legend god draw the key card."

"Master, accept me as a disciple, I won't do it, King, Alterac will give it to you."

Carlos yelled artificially.

"Ah, this breast meat is cooked, um, the craftsmanship has not regressed, you can try it."

Turalyon casually pulled the oily barbecue with fallen leaves and handed it to Carlos.

"Turalyon."

"Um?"

"Why are you not a woman..."

"Why are you smoking again?"

"You are a woman and I must marry you as queen."

"Fuck off, Laozi pure man."

During the fight and drinking, the meat is quickly wiped out.

"Digged a hole?"

Turalyon asked.

"Killing and burying, the fire is extinguished and the people are gone."

Carlos is not at all afraid of the elves coming to him.

Back at the camp, Carlos received two news, one good and one bad, before he completely digested his food.

"Say the good news first, and let my good mood last for a while."

Carlos said so.

"The elves sent thirteen chocobos with disabilities, saying that they were improving the food for us, and asked your Majesty to sign for it yourself."

The guards report truthfully.

Thirteen? !

Garrison’s gang of craps...

Carlos felt like he was being taken advantage of.

"What's the bad news?"

"Marshal Alleria sent intelligence and found that a character suspected of Zujin appeared in the northeast."

When Carlos heard the news, he threw away all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

"Turalyon, get ready, the torrential rain is coming."

"Compared with Hillblad's storm, the weather in Quel'Thalas is too mild."

Turalyon followed Carlos's words and answered his determination very literally.

"Send the order, cancel the rest and reorganization, all the soldiers return, and all the officers above the wing captain come to my camp for a meeting, send someone to inform the elf that there will also be people."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The messenger made a military salute and left in strides.

After only seven days of rest and recuperation, the coalition of humans and elves will face the most severe test, a challenge from the legendary troll-Zujin.

However, Carlos had never feared Zujin, what he feared was the flames from the sky.

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