Anomaly Of Warcraft

After the big victory, a big purge, and a big cleanup after the big defeat.

Since ancient times, it has been like this.

War is one of the ways to redistribute social wealth, but it will not create social wealth by itself.

Remember, the key points are to be drawn here.

The so-called making war fortune is just that you have robbed other people's things, and what you get is what you already have, rather than appearing out of thin air.

The long war between humans and orcs, under the high pressure of death, everyone is selfless in order to survive.

But now, the war has basically been won, and the people are still immersed in the joy of the alliance's victory. The noble lords with superior IQ have been sensitively aware of the change in the direction of the wind.

Money, the source of evil!

In order to defeat the tribe, how many heavens and earth were left deserted, how many laborers stepped onto the battlefield, how many materials were recruited, and how much power was confiscated.

It doesn't matter, everything is for survival, as long as the orcs can be driven away, these are nothing.

But now that the orcs have been defeated, will they be able to give us back everything they donated before?

The two hundred thousand alliance army, when needed, is hope that dawn is the brightest star in the night sky.

The two hundred thousand alliance army, when it is not needed, is two hundred thousand vicious wolves!

Fortunately, the noble lords said, what about the remaining big soldiers?

If they make a fuss, it will be more terrifying than the orcs.

Especially their head wolf, that Carlos Barov, taking advantage of Hillblad's erosion, how much benefit has been gained!

Carlos's resettlement policy of accommodating refugees has become a heinous crime for personal gain in the eyes of others.

In other words, it is the enemy that hinders their profit.

Although Carlos has drawn one vote and one vote, trying not to eat alone, but the most developed land, Hillblad Hills, this cake is so delicious, how fertile the land soaked in blood...

But this is not all, it is just a reason.

The real reason is the army of the alliance.

After all, Lothar was just an outsider, and sooner or later he would return to his Elwynn Forest to become the overlord of his Stormwind City. But Carlos is different, he is a native of Lordaeron who has a true roots.

You can't let such a guy get the power of the alliance, otherwise there will be no way for others to survive.

The others here refer to those whose interests have been damaged.

So discrediting Carlos became the political correctness of these people.

But the timing was wrong. Under the limelight of the Burning Plains victory, Carlos decisively persuaded him to go north and return home, and the conspiracy theory of Lothar's death that these people concocted was useless.

How to do?

That Carlos really came, everyone has no way to survive!

Since you can't discredit, let him shut up forever.

But he is amazing? !

No matter how powerful he is, he is not relying on the people around him. Why doesn't he single-handedly challenge the tribe orcs and why he needs the army?

It seems...that makes sense.

We added traffic to them along the way, but we didn't do anything. When they were exhausted, we mobilized people to swarm them...

Reliable!

Just under the planning of such a group of militarists on paper, a farce-like killing-kun conspiracy came out.

There is still about 100 kilometers away from Lordaeron. In the edge of the silver pine forest, towering giant trees are no longer seen, and more are more than ten meters high silver pine trees born in ten and twenty years.

In such a place suitable for an outing, Carlos ushered in a real enemy.

"Your Majesty, it looks like two thousand people."

"Not so much, don't just rely on your eyes to see, but also learn to listen with your ears."

After teaching Chris a few words, Carlos satisfies his desire to pretend.

In fact, where is the ear to listen to? In the woods, the sound of rubbing leaves is so noisy, what can I hear? What really makes Carlos judge is the feeling that he has honed on the battlefield for a long time.

This is the so-called sixth sense, or the self-confidence of mystery.

Approximately fifteen thousand people, full of malice, lack of murderousness, and a bunch of weak chickens.

"The terrain is not suitable for charging, dismount and fight."

After Carlos calculated, he issued the final preparation order.

Then, after waiting for almost twenty minutes, the opponent was still squeezing and not wanting to launch an offense.

If the enemy doesn't move, I move.

Carlos gave up all his tactical advantages and stepped into the trap set by the enemy in advance.

Thus, a tragic massacre occurred.

"Chris, do you say these people are dead men?"

"Back to your Majesty, I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"It's too delicious to tell."

"Then you say these people are bandits?"

"Unlike, unprofessional."

"Then what do you think they are? There are more than one thousand and almost two thousand people, even one thousand pigs. They have to be caught all afternoon! No, no more..."

"Your Majesty said yes."

"Forget it, don't leave the first level, dig a hole and bury it, rest for an hour, and then leave."

Carlos's enemies occupies all the advantages of the right time and place, people and so on, only one thing is missing-combat effectiveness.

Maybe they didn't pay attention to a certain article on the inaugural volume of a new popular journal "The Metaphysics of War" published within the Alliance.

The first sentence of the three major forbidden sentences on the battlefield is: We Lendo.

There was still seventy kilometers away from Lordaeron, Carlos stopped and camped, preparing to replenish his energy for the last leg of the journey.

The guards were cautious all night, but the whole night was calm.

There were no officials who came to respond, no dead men who came to attack, passing by the farm fields, only the bare land after the harvest.

Somewhat weird.

But what could be more weird than fighting with the orcs. Those strong and unbelievable guys can bury themselves in the rocks, lurking for a day and night, and ambush the Alliance army. What's more weird?

Carlos let go of the reins and allowed the horses to gallop. At the moment of twilight, he finally reached the outskirts of Lordaeron, and the shadow of the high wall appeared above the horizon.

"Your Majesty, we have gone astray, the gate is in that direction."

"You lead the way."

"Yes, my majesty."

Along the smooth road, Carlos and his party rushed to the gate before the sky was completely dark.

Outside the city gate, the bonfire was cool, and at the city gate, there were two middle-aged men.

"Father...father-in-law..."

Carlos dismounted, handed the reins to Chris, and walked forward alone.

Alex Barov reigned in a kingdom for many years and accumulated great power, but at this moment he was not much different from an old farmer. He hugged his son with trembling hands.

"Just come back, just come back."

After the father and son were tender for a while, Terenas spoke.

"Come on, look at the present I prepared for you."

Following Terenas into the city gate and into the Urn City, he saw the old father-in-law waved his big hand, and a row of sergeants raised their torches. On both sides of the road, on the dense crosses, there were densely packed corpses.

"Sorry, Carlos, in your absence, we have just passed the "Anti-Alliance War Act" to purge a whole bunch of moths that are difficult for the country to make money."

Terenas spoke softly.

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