Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Carlos, cheer up, your soldiers need you."

On the way to the third line of defense presided over by Turalyon, Alleria landed on a riding bird, paralleled Carlos, and whispered to persuade.

"I'm very good."

Carlos answered plainly.

"But you don't look good."

Alleria looked worried.

"That's because I'm not happy."

Carlos's tone was flat, without any fluctuations.

"What makes you unhappy, if it is my cause, then I apologize."

Alleria thought of Aslan's death, thought of Elf's mistakes, and thought a lot.

"Alleria, you know that I chose to help you with a purpose and hope to reap the rewards."

Carlos finally moved, he turned his head and stared at Alleria condescendingly.

"You will get what you deserve, I promise."

Alleria emphasized in particular.

"You can't promise. I'm a king, a king! But when I came to Quel'Thalas with an army and friendship, your Sun King turned a blind eye to me. Alleria, I am a king, not you. General of the high elves."

Carlos's question was sharp and cold, which was not a question Alleria could answer.

Moreover, from Alleria's point of view, Anastrian's arrangement was also out of date and misguided. Regardless of Alterac's strength, it would be unruly for a king to be so frivolous, let alone a king who has won many battles and is relatively friendly to Quel'Thalas.

I have clearly reported this situation, what are the guys in the Silvermoon City Council doing, what are your Majesty the Sun King thinking about, the professional bureaucrats.

"Carlos, I promise, when you arrive in Silvermoon City, you will get an unprecedented grand welcome ceremony. The Quel'Dorei elves never belittle friends."

Alleria spoke slowly in her soft voice.

"I will not go to Silvermoon City. Without Anastrian's invitation, I will not go to Silvermoon City." Carlos seemed to have made a difficult decision. "According to the plan, we will stay on the third line of defense for another five days. After five days, I will lead the crowd to break through, and I will go back. The mountains of Altrand are my home, Hillbrad Hills. This is my battlefield."

"Carlos, but..."

Alleria wanted to stay, and wanted to persuade Carlos to stay, but found that she had no position to say such a thing.

"Five days, five days, and five days, I wasted too much time in this forest. But my efforts, all my efforts for the friendship between humans and elves did not get any response."

Carlos turned his head and continued to look ahead, gently pinching the horse's belly, and the horse accelerated slightly.

"How come, you got our friendship, you got my friendship, Carlos, aren't we friends?"

Alleria couldn't help frowning and flicked the reins to let the chocobo keep up with Carlos's speed.

"Alleria Windrunner is Carlos Barov's friend, but the king of Alterac only talks with the king of Quel'Thalas."

With cold and realistic language, Alleria was speechless.

If she doesn't understand, there are countless words to refute, selfish, untrustworthy, cowardly, etc.

But because Alleria understood what Carlos had done for Quel'Thalas, she had no position to accuse him.

"sorry."

In the end, Alleria had only these three words left.

Without the opportunity to count the results, Carlos did not know how much damage his copycat version of the Cyclops system caused to the tribe. But the two days of marching, without encountering an enemy pursuing him, can explain the problem very well.

When he saw Turalyon who greeted him outside Maple Creek Valley, Carlos had completed his mental adjustment and embraced his friend with the hottest smile.

Pain and responsibility are due to the weight that should be pressed in the bottom of my heart to increase the weight of the personality, not because they should be hung on the face like a label to seek sympathy.

Carlos disdains to be a weak person in mind, and does not need the sympathy of others.

"Turalyon, a great victory, I think people can call me the troll nemesis in the future."

"His Majesty Carlos, with all due respect, this title is not great."

Gottajin, who followed Turalyon's actions, shook his head and expressed his opinion, which attracted Carlos's attention.

"Well, I forgot how your new troll feels, I apologize, so the old troll nemesis? Uh, it's ugly."

"You can call yourself a giant magic officer, a troll executioner, a troll terminator."

"No, I ended up not with trolls, but ignorance and barbarism. Well, people who watch civilization, I think Overwatch is good."

"It's not bad if you say it's good."

It was originally a meeting to adjust the atmosphere and nonsense, Gou Tajin's upper road made everyone on the scene laugh.

Only Alleria couldn't help but grimaced.

If Carlos is really gone, what will happen to the innocent people of Quel'Thalas and what will happen to his own revenge.

Having adjusted his state so quickly, this man is not an idiot who can control with words.

Alleria never worried that trolls and orcs could attack Silvermoon City. The construction of the magic rune defense system had its own contribution. The legendary heroes of Quel'Thalas knew that behind the optical fiber of Silvermoon City, there was even more. The terrible war fortress, given the trolls a hundred years, they will not be able to break Silvermoon City.

This was also one of the factors that contributed to the slow response of the Silver Moon Council, and it was not a hindrance to oneself.

But what about the civilians, what about the civilians who died tragically like Lilas? Let them die outside of Silvermoon City?

When Alleria thought of this, her heart began to fluctuate again, and the vengeful heart that was briefly paralyzed by the fierce battle began to emit black ripples, affecting Alleria's mind.

Carlos Barov can't go, this man can't go!

But what reason should I use, what price should I use to keep him, and keep his army behind.

Countless thoughts were turning madly in Alleria's mind.

This is an opinionated king, and only enough interests can make him tempted.

But at this moment, he couldn't bring enough benefits out.

Dead knot!

"Marshal Rayleigh, good news!"

Coincidentally, the book was unsuccessful, and the defenders on the first line of defense bravely completed their defense mission. When they returned to the Fengxi Valley, the elves longing to penetrate the king finally got the news.

An elf messenger rushed to Alleria in excitement.

"Marshal, reinforcements are finally here, and His Majesty the Sun King has sent reinforcements to support you."

"How many?"

Alleria also felt a little surprised.

"There are about two thousand people."

"..."

Unlike the joy of the messenger, Alleria felt a deep chill, turned her head, just in time to see Carlos smiling and saying to her: "I'm relieved too, Alleria."

With these two thousand elites, guarding the periphery of Silvermoon City is probably enough, but what about my revenge?

Alleria had an illusion of smiling eyes and tears.

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