Anomaly Of Warcraft

Freedom, how many people do their own things in your name.

Democracy, even the king can't help himself, where is the free time for the people to be the masters.

Politics, how many people do that dirty work by your hands.

After sighing, Carlos still had to deal with the chaos in front of him.

After an in-depth exchange with Alleria, Carlos finally found out where his problem was.

Originally thought Quel'Thalas was a free and democratic country, with a wise king and strong national power, like a beacon of civilization in Azeroth.

As a result, through what I have seen and heard during this period of time, the fairy tales are all deceptive, and ninety-nine percent of the rumors are false.

Where there are people, there will be struggles, and where there are struggles, there will be sordidness. When there is sordidness, nothing wrong is considered a problem.

Together, Alleria said everything that should or shouldn't be said, and it was an eye-opener for Carlos.

The supreme goal of the Silvermoon City Council is to peacefully end the kingship and establish a parliamentary republic. For this reason, Guy Elsas has been exiled by them to Dalaran. The deeper reason for Anastrian's indifference to the trolls' turmoil is the struggle for royal power. Through this troll riot, Anastrian regained a lot of power from the parliamentary faction. Among them is the arrangement of the powers of Guy Elsas.

I'm so stupid, really.

Carlos wanted to slap himself.

Politics is more important than the head. Anastrian ignores himself, not because he is unclear about his position.

Although I knew in my heart that this political rookie made a mistake, he was still stubborn to death.

"Alleria, I thought everything in your elves' kingdom is beautiful, but I didn't expect so much filthy and dirty."

Carlos said with a twisted face.

"The gods all fight, where is the pure land in the world."

Alleria replied helplessly.

"Looking back, I will write a letter to the Sun King, and you will pass it up for me."

Carlos thought for a while and made a decision.

"You can send an envoy, the road north to Silvermoon City is smooth."

Alleria said in a puzzled way.

"Position issues, we don't have to fight these, let's cope with the next battle."

Carlos took the initiative to end the topic.

Sure enough, he was still too young. The book is finally shallow, and you must practice it before you know the world.

Carlos was a little frustrated. He lived thirty years longer than the others, and looked more mature and wiser. Unfortunately, it's not like that. Knowing and being able to do it are completely different things. Perhaps his knowledge reserves and personal combat capabilities have far surpassed his peers, but which one of his opponents, future enemies, is his peers?

This is Azeroth. Your opponent is an ancient giant, an alien orc, an ancient god, and a dragon with an iron jaw.

Wisdom is not the same as knowledge. Wisdom is to behave in the world, to gain insight into human sentiment, and to see through the fog.

Carlos thought that Anastrian was not a thing, but found out that he was a fool.

This feeling is terrible and uncomfortable. I have been too smooth and lucky. I unconsciously let myself subconsciously think that I am the son of the plane, the darling of God, and the destiny of the destiny.

Too dangerous!

Fortunately, this setback then reminded myself.

Carlos Barov, you are just a mortal, you are just an individual, you will make mistakes, you will make mistakes. So, don't take yourself too seriously.

In the process of self-examination, Carlos wrote a letter to Anastarian, added inkpad, and stamped the Barov family's seal.

"Okay, my personal affairs are over, let's talk about the troll problem."

Carlos raised his head and said to Turalyon.

"The problem with the trolls is not a problem. The problem now is how do we rendezvous with your reinforcements and then retreat to the north fortress in Stratholme smoothly."

Turalyon bit the fruit and stared straight into Carlos's eyes.

"My friend, I must apologize, you are a real military strategist, an upright soldier."

"Why apologize?"

"Because although you like Alleria, you never influence your judgment because of your feelings, and I have too many personal emotions involved."

"Come on, I'm just the adopted son of a warden, I'm the apprentice pastor of Lord Faor, and a lucky man who was favored by Marshal Lothar. And you, the king of Alterac."

Turalyon did not accept Carlos' apology because he believed Carlos was not wrong.

"thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Then Turalyon, how long do you think we can last if we stick to it."

"Uh, Fengxi Valley, Changqiao, or the other side of the river?"

Turalyon is not sure about the bottom line, so it is difficult to answer.

"Maple Creek Valley or Long Bridge."

Carlos answered.

"If we take the initiative to fight out now, we should be able to guard for another half a month, which is about 20 days, but the casualties will be relatively high. When Fengxi Valley guarded the fulcrum of the south bank, guarding Fengxi Valley and keeping the long bridge was a goal. . But if you go to the north bank to guard the bridge head, it’s another way of saying it.”

"Twenty days? Very good, contact Alleria, get ready for the troops, we will be coolies for the elves for another twenty days."

"Can you tell me, what made you change your decision?"

Turalyon is not afraid of war, so he just asked curiously.

Carlos raised the letter in Yang's hand.

"Whether it is the return of glory or the dingy departure, it depends on it."

Turalyon shrugged, you are the commander-in-chief, you have the final say.

In the two battles, the casualties of the trolls dropped to more than 4,000. Even with the reinforcements of the orcs, the trolls' military strength would not exceed 15,000, which is still an overestimation of the sky. After learning about Carlos’s backs, Turalyon had no fear of the tribe. The 8,000 war-fighting human army and nearly 3,000 professional elven soldiers are still in the home field of elves. Why should you fear the trolls? And orcs?

Although Hillblad’s war continues to consume the flesh and blood of humans and orcs like a meat grinder, it is undeniable that human combat effectiveness has been madly improved in this war.

At the beginning of the war, the five human soldiers were not an opponent of an orc warrior.

Before Turalyon left Hillblad, it was already the verbal language of many veterans to fight one by one, and there were more and more guys who could stand alone against the orcs, and the combat power of humans was completely forced out by the orcs.

"Turalyon, I want you to take over my position temporarily for command work."

"Uh, what's the matter?"

Turalyon asked unclearly.

"My smile is just to soothe morale. My heart still hurts. I need blood and killing to calm my anger."

Hearing what Carlos said, Turalyon was speechless for a long time.

"Go, Carlos, I have no position or qualifications to stop you. Until you come back, the troll will never want to break through the line of defense."

In the end, Turalyon agreed, and he took over the burden that Carlos had thrown on his shoulders.

Although there is no fire in the sky, the sacrifice of the warrior is always regrettable.

"thank you my friend."

"You're welcome, you are a monster that five orcs can't beat."

"Hahahahaha."

On the next day, at the meeting, Carlos announced the news of the reinforcements. The morale of the human beings was like a rainbow, and the army was excited, but the attitudes on the side of the elves were more severely divided. The elves who had fought side by side with humans joined the ranks of cheers, but there were many newcomers from Silvermoon City.

The number of humans is about to catch up with the trolls.

Then Carlos announced that he was going to hunt.

Unexpectedly, there were not as many opponents as expected, and more people wanted to join the king's team for a hearty hunt.

"Are those humans crazy?"

"I don't know, but their king is really a savage guy, that guy is really big."

The new elf whispered.

Four days later, the Dragonhawk Knight returned to Silvermoon City with military intelligence, including a letter from Carlos to Anastrian.

"Father, what did you write?"

Guy Elsas, who returned home secretly, stayed in his father's study for the past two days and did not move around.

"Good news."

Anastara pressed a knowing smile, and then handed the letter to her son.

"The words in the whole article are inconsistent. This Carlos is really a nobleman? I have met his sister. Barov's tutor is not like this, right?"

Guy Elsas asked puzzledly.

"My child, don't worry about the grammar and rhetoric. You haven't understood it yet. Throughout the text, the king of Alterac has repeatedly emphasized one thing."

"what's up?"

"The kingship is sacred and inviolable!"

Guy Elsas was stunned.

"It's almost done. The stage prepared for you for my father will be completed soon. I'll be wronged for a few days, Guy Elsas, no one can prevent you from becoming king. My father can tolerate everything else of the parliamentary faction, but he must not Tolerate them interfering in your inheritance issues. Just like our children said, the kingship is sacred and inviolable!"

Anastrian gave a confident and charming smile.

"We should respond adequately to the friendship of His Majesty Carlos, my son."

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