Anomaly Of Warcraft

When the second rain fell in September, Carlos finally set foot on the Burning Plain.

The fascinating Sylvie Morgan sneaked into Carlos's team two days ago and conveyed an invitation signal like [Is it a new year?].

However, Carlos didn't fluctuate in his heart, but wanted to laugh a little, and then refused ten times.

The dual exhaustion of body and mind kept Carlos from experiencing the slightest volatility of desire. The knight king who knew nothing about the advanced skills of "filling up demons" only looked forward to battle reports and sleep every day.

Out of control.

Whether it was the peak duel of the four-color dragon kings or the war situation between the alliance and the tribe, all deviated from the plan.

According to Ronin’s report, the Dragon King’s battle was carried out in a nearly barbaric manner for a day and a night, and then the Black Dragon King ate the Blue Dragon King with a big bomb and used the recoil of the explosion to escape from the encirclement and flee towards the sea. .

So the four dragon clan bosses played life-and-death fighting abruptly into a racing game.

Still the dragons can play...

In addition to feeling that Nesario is worthy of his big cousin, Carlos is also angrily wanting to scold his mother.

The four of you are fighting happily, what about our alliance?

The Dragon Alliance forces that besieged Blackstone Mountain are just a fancy, it can be said to be a force of the fox and the tiger, relying on the majesty of the dragon kings of Malygos and Ysera to tactically intimidate the black dragon army in the turtle-shrouded Blackstone Tower. Now the four big guys are racing, what do you want us to do with the life-and-death alliance?

Even if the Alliance is a hero who is not afraid of death, it is an absolutely unacceptable option to fight against the Black Dragon Legion and the Horde.

Everyone is dead, who will return to Lordaeron to farm?

And something more troublesome than the sudden drag racing of the dragon clan boss is the collective drug use of the tribe.

Without any reason, without warning, without any scientific explanation, the Horde Orcs suddenly broke out with incredible combat power, drove the vanguard troops sent by Lothar back to the corridors of Blackstone Mountain, and destroyed the four fortress camps that the Alliance had rushed to establish.

Even if Lothar once again mobilizes troops to take advantage of our large population and lay a forward position, it will not be able to make up for the strategic failure.

Time, there is not much time left for the Alliance.

This is a ridiculous fact. Alliance and tribe, humans and orcs, the two races determine the right to survive, but the referee is the black dragon upstairs.

The black dragon is not an invincible god, but the expeditionary army does not have the capital to exchange life for the dragon's life. Thirteen days have passed since Grim Batol was torn by the dragon king, and Lothar had not established the battlefield advantage of the alliance.

This is terrible.

Who can guarantee that the Black Dragon Legion will strictly observe neutrality? After all, this is a large-scale battle of more than 300,000 people.

So when Carlos arrived in the Burning Plains, the first thing he did was not to meet Lothar, but to find a way to contact the liaison staff of the dragon clan, eager to know what the army of the red dragon and the green dragon that guarded the Blackrock Tower was. idea.

But the answer is very desperate. No matter in terms of quantity or strength, this dragon coalition is not an opponent of the black dragon army. If the alliance hopes for the help of the dragon, it may suffer unexpectedly. Of frustration. This dragon coalition is more important than the battle itself as an existence army. As long as the coalition is still there, the black dragon of Heishishan cannot ignore the existence of the green dragon and the red dragon.

Well said, but there is an egg use!

No general can accept the current situation on the battlefield.

Carlos thought with his own head, thinking that if he were the supreme commander of the league, he would probably withdraw back to Ironforge, give up half of the searing gorge, and engage in a war of attrition with the orcs in a meat grinder.

Although this is a terrible disaster for the individual soldiers, from the perspective of the alliance as a whole, this is the safest tactic that can even be called non-shooting.

So Carlos is not Lothar, he can't be the supreme commander of the league.

"Don't be nervous, Carlos, no news is the best news."

Patting Carlos on the shoulder affectionately, Lothar's gentle and sincere attitude.

There are 200,000 men in the League South, and one-fifth of them are Alterac. As the king of Alterac, Carlos is eligible to be treated specially by Lothar.

"But the Black Dragon Legion is like the sword of Damocles... I mean it's like a sword hanging over our heads. It's too dangerous to properly deal with the problem of Black Rock Mountain. Even if we defeat the orc tribe, we will become the biggest one. loser."

Carlos was convinced of Lothar. Anduin Lothar was an upright and trustworthy elder, so when talking to Lothar, Carlos didn’t have too many word games to intrigue, but directly expressed confusion and worry. .

"Not as bad as you think, in fact I never really believed in the guardian dragon."

After Lothar finished speaking, he realized that Carlos had something wrong with his eyes, so he had to explain quickly.

"Uh, actually, I want to say that the dragon kings are aloof and are competent as guardians, but as saviors, you know."

"Yes, I have to admit, Sir, your comment is very pertinent."

Carlos was a little bit emotional. A great man is a great man. It is really tricky to look at the problem, and it is accurate to look at the eyesight of the dragon.

"So I think I can accept your concerns."

"Oh?!"Lothar led Carlos all the way through the busy construction site and into the underground command center reconstructed from the ruins.

Above this command center, a three-story tower made of stone is under construction.

Although the light blue light of the magic lantern has no cooling effect, it unconsciously frees itself from the physical and psychological heat of the burning plain.

Lothar poured a glass of wine, then opened a jar that could be seen as a magical creation from the small suitcase next to it, used a tong to pick out cool crushed ice from it, shook it a few more times, and finally handed it to Carlos.

"thanks."

Carlos took the glass, waited for a moment and found that Lothar had no idea of ​​filling himself with a glass, and he was no longer polite, and drank it straight away.

"Would you like another drink?"

Lothar asked.

"no need."

Carlos placed the cup on the side table.

"We are not working together on the first day. You know that my first creed for leading soldiers is to share happiness and hardships. Then do you know why I kept such an extravagant thing in the command center?"

Lothar closed the suitcase and asked Carlos.

"Actually, I am also very curious, this is not your style."

Carlos politely complimented.

"Because this little suitcase once belonged to me, but now it's just returned to its original owner, I have no reason to refuse."

Lothar mentioned this, her face full of expression.

"In the battle that Stormwind City was destroyed, I hurried back to Irvine from the Dark Swamp. Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. Ryan’s death shook everyone’s confidence and was the only one who could take away as many victims as possible. Things that can be done."

Lothar seemed to think of something bad, and his face was a little gloomy.

"You may not believe it. From the time the orcs broke the city to our escape, I stayed in Stormwind for many days, but I never even returned to my home once. It was too busy. It was a race against time. , There are always things that cannot be done, there are always things to be done, and there are countless things that have not been done..."

"No, Sir, I believe it."

Carlos responded in awe.

But Lothar just laughed and didn't say anything, and didn't go any further.

So Carlos understood a little after a moment of daze.

Lothar saw Carlos's face change, and knew that the young king understood what he was saying, so he leaned into his ear and whispered: "This is the source of my confidence, not the dragon's few promises. "

"Before I was too impatient, and I built four camps at the same time. As a result, the orcs came, and the seemingly strong fortress was stabbed into a pile of rubbish. So this time I decided to come step by step, and nail the nails first. The nails are firmly fixed, and think about other things. If this fortress is not completed, I will not venture in again. Time is on our side."

Lothar paced slowly, not focusing on Carlos.

After speaking these words, the supreme commander of the alliance no longer said much, but simply listened to Carlos telling him what he saw and heard.

It was not until dinner time that Lothar led Carlos out of the underground command center. Walking around the camp, Carlos already had a few in his heart, and the number of the fortress under construction where Lothar was located would probably not exceed five thousand.

The Burning Plain is said to be a plain, but in fact, the topography of some areas is quite large.

There were only 30,000 Alliance troops who had crossed the Black Rock Mountain first. To guard the orcs for possible interspersed raids, there are six high fields of vision that must be defensively occupied. In addition to the problem of water sources, the teams are actually quite divided.

No wonder he and Lothar chatted for half an afternoon in the command center, and didn't see a few familiar faces, maybe they were all sent to the front by Lothar.

"Well, the progress is very good. In another week, the outer fortifications will be completely completed. With such a strong fortress, we can transport more food and more ordnance. To be honest, thirty thousand The vanguard of human beings simply cannot crush the orcs in absolute numbers, and there is not enough manpower."

After a round of inspection, Lothar took Carlos back to the camp where he saw that all the soldiers of the Alliance began to eat.

"Drinking water is a big problem, not just food and armaments. Without adequate preparation, sending too many troops over hastily is a murder."

Carlos, who had pretended to be a mercenary in the Searing Gorge, had sufficient knowledge of the volcanic landscape, and suddenly understood why Marshal Lothar had built multiple camps at the same time.

Forced.

The Burning Plain has no surface rivers, and all potable water is deep groundwater. In addition to drilling wells, we can only rely on those pressure springs and artesian wells. Therefore, there is as much drinking water as it occupies.

Turalyon is not around, Lothar does not have a fixed adjutant, so members of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse act as guards and manage the personal life of the Marshal.

To be honest, these machos may be noble lords themselves, but those who have seen pigs run may not necessarily kill pigs for meat. A small meal will be subsidized by these rough guys just like Yituo...HOLYSHIT.

"Help, we will have guests in a while."

He waved his hand and asked the attendant to leave his camp, Lothar's rare blush, and he asked Carlos for help.

"a ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two laughed inexplicably, and began to work, put the plate in place, carefully scratched the part that was soaked in the soup, and corrected all the parts that were not in the interests of the nobles. I have to say that this kind of aristocratic creature hasn't been fascinated since childhood, and it really can't be considered. Simply Anduin Lothar and Carlos Barov are both qualified nobles.

Things are still those things, only deletions and no additions, through Lothar and Carlos and arrangement, finally a bit noble taste.

"Sir, who are you going to entertain? I can't think of who I need to do this level for in your identity and my position."

Carlos asked after finishing his work, this was a respect for Lothar but also a faint curiosity.

"Of course it is a distinguished guest, no, no, no, don't look at me like that, I know you are a king. Ahem, the most important thing is a lady."

Lothar said hurriedly.

"Oh~~~~~"

Carlos responded very rudely.

Not long after the rearrangement, the guard led a lady wearing a face scarf to Lothar's camp.

No, this figure, this hair color, these eyes are a bit...

"Carlos, to introduce to you, this is the famous female middle school hero, Mrs. Morgan."

Lothar said politely.

"Sir, you're offended."

Mrs. Morgan responded in a gentle but nonchalant voice.

"Madam, this is the king of Alterac, Carlos Barov I."

What the hell is I? When will I be alive?

Carlos felt 10,000 horses rushing past. It's no wonder that Sylvie was so mysterious and sneaky along the way. This is ulterior motive. When did he get together with Lothar?

No, it seems that Lothar's body can't engage with Sylvie.

Gan! The amount of information is too big for your brain to use! ! !

"Hello, madam."

Carlos's mind was short-circuited, so he had to fool it with the standard aristocratic smile that he had practiced for more than ten years.

"Gui'an."

Mrs. Morgan leaned slightly in return.

After the three of them were seated, Lothar joked: "Carlos, you are a bit rude. You should kiss your wife as a lady."

"Sir, I don't mind, it's actually really amazing to see His Majesty Carlos here."

Mrs. Morgan said.

"Oh?"

Lothar suddenly became a little curious, and Carlos was ashamed.

"After all, His Majesty Carlos is an important client of the Morgan Consortium, and His Majesty Carlos's status is so noble, so some of the methods are exclusive."

"Ahahaha, huh?!"

Lothar was a little confused, looking at Carlos's dumb expression, he felt as if he had done something wrong.

"But for the cause of the alliance and for everyone's common purpose, His Majesty Carlos need not be too nervous. The Barov family's credibility has not been overdrawn, and I will not collect your debts. Peace of mind, peace of mind."

Mrs. Morgan used two reassurings in a row, which was even more disturbing.

The wise Lothar instantly completed the PY transaction behind the Barov family and the Morgan Consortium, and instantly understood what he had done wrong - he put the creditors and debtors together.

whatever!

A dead fellow is not dead, Lothar knows how much help he can provide to Carlos and the Barov family, so even if Carlos is embarrassed, he will not really hate himself. Just as if I wanted to ask Mrs. Morgan, even a duke or a king had to honestly set the plate.

"Sir, let's get back to business. The consortium has evaluated your proposal and the answer is yes."

A word from Mrs. Morgan caused Lothar to shoot the case directly.

"Madam, are you serious?"

"Of course, in the face of such an important matter, any joke is equivalent to a crime."

Mrs. Morgan took off the face towel.

"Praise your beauty!"

Lothar took Mrs. Morgan's left hand and kissed the back of her hand.In the following conversation, Carlos finally pieced together a complete picture, and couldn't help but look at Lothar with admiration.

As the saying goes: ginger is old and spicy, thief is old and slippery, bald head is simply bald, and only the Mediterranean has the style.

Lothar had found a solution when Carlos was still depressed by the threat of the black dragon.

The enemy's enemy is a friend. Using the Morgan Consortium and the Dark Iron Dwarf's trading channel, Lothar tried to make a secret agreement with the Dark Iron Dwarf. Lothar’s proposal was of interest to the careerists in Darkforge, but as the commander of the alliance, Lothar had to consider the attitude of the allies in Ironforge. So if you want to get things done, the Morgan Consortium is extremely important.

So in order to deepen his own weight, Lothar did not hesitate to pull the king Carlos to accompany him.

The ultimate goal is to reach a substantial agreement with Mrs. Morgan to complete the contract for the exchange of benefits.

A meal, eleven dishes, Anduin Lothar and Sylvie Morgan did not move their knives and forks except for the wine glasses. Instead, Comrade Carlos Barov turned depression into appetite and almost took the whole table.

Qualified nobles are masters of speaking skills.

The actual transaction has been completed lightly, but because of Carlos’s stubbornness, Mrs. Morgan and Lothar’s chat is not embarrassing at all. The snow in Northrend has spread to the rumors of the ocean-going fleet about giant sea turtles. .

When Carlos put down his knife and fork, the two talked.

"Sir Lothar, thank you for your hospitality."

"Madam, you are polite."

"Then your Majesty Carlos."

"I'm stuffed."

"..."

Lothar's eyes widened. What is Carlos doing?

Then, looking at Carlos's gray eyes, Lothar suddenly seemed to understand something.

"It's okay to have enough food. There are four financial officers who are with me. We have one night to discuss business issues in detail. Only when you are full, you have strength, don't you think?"

Mrs. Morgan said with a slight smile.

"Carlos, hard work."

Lothar thought and thought, and finally knew that he patted him on the shoulder.

Carlos is not only a king, but also a powerful general of the alliance. His subordinates have already set up tents in the camping area.

Under Lothar's watch, Mrs. Morgan returned to the camp with Carlos with four chief financial officers who looked like a bitter and miserly miser.

"Hey, it's not easy for everyone."

Lothar shook his head without thinking too much. He was about to go back and see how much leftovers were left. After relaxing, he was a little hungry.

On Carlos's side, he got big heads as soon as he arrived at the camp.

"Hey... Mrs. Morgan, what do you want?"

"Of course you fulfill the contract."

"Isn't I fulfilling the agreement? Otherwise, what do you think I am doing thousands of miles away with my new wife? In addition to me in the seven kingdoms of Lordaeron, who else has the king to go to the front line!"

Carlos was a little angry.

Even if he knew that Sylvie Morgan was in Mrs. Morgan's state, there were still some unexplainable reasons that made him a little angry.

"Of course, your current state is far from breaking the contract. But compared to me, who has already paid and continued to invest, do you have little sincerity in your efforts?"

"What do you want?"

Carlos knew that his delay might arouse Mrs. Morgan's disgust.

"Of course it is asking you to advance interest."

Mrs. Morgan offered an overweight.

"What kind of interest?"

Carlos asked seriously.

The financial gap of the Barov family has been wiped out in a short period of time, and Carlos does not have the confidence to bargain for the assistance of the Morgan Consortium.

"How about repaying meat debts?"

Mrs. Morgan took out a beautiful small bottle.

"Hold!"

Carlos knew he was being tricked.

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