Anomaly Of Warcraft

People die for money and birds die for food. As long as someone pays money, even if it is Carlos's head, some people dare to take it. This is an objective law of economics and does not change by personal will.

The only problem is that Ravenholdt Manor is currently in the honeymoon period with Carlos because of its participation in the Hillblad enclosure plan. Professionals could not be invited, and the ability to raise the dead was worrying. Carlos didn't talk about dangers all the way, and arrived at Menethil Harbor without even being surprised.

In addition to disgusting, Carlos had no effect at all because of the tumult in human beings. Most of the high-end combat power of human beings joined the alliance and fought with the orcs on the front line. The quality of the guys in the rear was really worrying. There was not even a decent assassination along the way, and more of it was a crappy drama that was not even as farce as a farce.

The only decent battle was because a group of wolves stole a horse in the middle of the night and disturbed Carlos, so he was rounded up by more than two thousand men.

In addition, there is no wind, rain or sunshine.

But it wasn't until he entered Menethil Harbor that Carlos realized that he was really NAÏVE.

The previous shots were all ill-behaved little characters, scumbags who tried their luck, and the real gangsters did not use a knife to kill.

Carlos knew what Lordaeron's guys were afraid of, contradictory, entangled, condoned, acquiesced, and expected.

So he can also forgive Daelin Proudmoore for his substantial betrayal.

Even if General Marine lined up to explain the situation.

"The pressure is too great, the general can't handle it anymore, so Marshal, we can only make up seven ships in one month, and only two ships in three days."

A battleship can hold three hundred people in the sky, and the cargo ship is hard to squeeze between five hundred and seven hundred. That is to say, Carlos has 20,000 troops empty in his hand, or he will go around until Arathi crosses Thoradin’s Wall, otherwise he will only Can bring a thousand people back to South Blue Town.

This is not necessarily what Terenas or others want to do with Carlos. It is more a test of attitude. It doesn't matter if Carlos stays in Menethil for the reason that there are not enough ships.

But the attitude is relative, if you really do this, Carlos must pay the corresponding price.

Don't want to turn face with Lordaeron high-level.

It is not unwilling, but not possible. If a substantial internal fight is carried out now, it will be a disaster for the alliance.

Therefore, Carlos must accept all the difficulties in the north.

How much wronged you are now, you will be able to speak as much at the negotiating table in the future.

So Carlos didn't even give himself a day's rest, and sent someone to inspect the ship, immediately boarded the ship and set sail, leaving the rest of the manpower in Menethil Harbor to rest.

The soldiers are precious but not too many, and Carlos took away only seven hundred men.

Because after weighing the pros and cons, Carlos could not find the reason for the old father-in-law to kill himself, nor could he find the reason for Genn to kill himself, let alone the reason for Dalaran and Quel'Thalas to deal with him.

So those who want to be disadvantageous to themselves are only the guys who have suffered damage to Hillblad's enclosure plan.

Even if it is the king, those blood-losing guys dare to get off the horse.

But to deal with these guys who are lying down and making money, wherever an army is needed, 700 people are enough.

With such pride, Carlos was blowing the wind comfortably on the sea.

Awe, yes, it is awe.

Those people respect me because I am a hero who turned the tide.

Those people fear me because I am the hero that the people want.

The world will be divided for a long time, unfortunately, in this situation, the separation of the seven kingdoms and the division of human society is the main theme.

Carlos understands that with the current productivity of mankind, don't talk about science and technology, and magic is not easy to use. Pulling an empire forcibly is killing him.

Now is not twenty years from now. There is neither the ravages of undead natural disasters nor the great development of technological magic. A magic communication will cost dozens or hundreds of gold coins. There are large tracts of wasteland in the countries, and there are many more. The wild wise species divides traffic. Under such circumstances, forcibly uniting an empire is nothing short of a map of war on paper.

The empire of Thoradin the Great at that time had no more than an Alassi plateau in its core area. The current human territory is more than five times that of the Arathor Empire.

So wise people understand that even if Carlos is forced to proclaim the emperor, it is only temporary, so what they expect is Carlos's attitude. As long as Carlos will not provoke a unified war within human beings, Carlos can put forward any conditions worthy of his heroic status.

But the half-bucket jingle guy only knows that there are heroes in troubled times, and only knows that the current kings' ancestors are just as nobles as themselves.

The monk can't touch me?

Therefore, careerists are preparing to set up Carlos as a target, a man who hides the evil heart, and the person who defeats Carlos, of course, is the savior, and a crown is worthy of the status of the savior.

But all this can only happen on the road from the town of South Blue to the city of Lordaeron.

Regardless of the person who was blocked by Carlos, or the person who yearned for the crown, it is impossible for him to raise the flag justifiably, because Carlos is also the acting marshal of the alliance.

And the actual situation is that as long as you arrive in South Blue Town, Alterac's domestic support will arrive in less than two days, and those wishful thinking careerists have no taboo.

The so-called assassination plan is nothing more than a delusion after the horse pissed too much.

Thinking of this, Carlos uttered something called the curse of death: "Who dares to kill me, hahahahaha!"

"Wait, why should I say this?"

Carlos shuddered inexplicably, thinking that the cold wind might have blown too much, so he turned and returned to the cabin to rest.

After Guy Erdalon, after a period of time and space distortion, a small figure groaned and sighed.

"What the hell did I do to clean up this mess."

After reading all the death marks that he could find, Chromie finally got a bit of [BEEP] in his mind about what he had done before.

"I can't see where there is any hope for this world line. Where did my confidence come from before I was desperate? It is better to go back and take care of the dragon egg to clean up this mess. It is the most annoying to save the world."

Using the magic power absorbed during the rotation of the Ruby Temple, Chromie easily checked the evolution of this world line, and then slapped his lips.

"Mrs. Morgan wants to divide herself, Onyxia wants to infiltrate human society ahead of time, the orcs are defeated prematurely, and the human race is in chaos. Tsk tsk, it is a mess, how can such a world resist the Burning Legion, such a world line has What is the value of maintenance. I think you are embarrassing me, Kromi. Um~~~~~ Carlos Barov, the key figure? What a tragic Shura field."

After clearing his thoughts, the lazy Chromie disappeared where Carlos had fought.

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