Anomaly Of Warcraft

my son,

On the day you were born,

The entire forest of Lordaeron was whispering this name: Arthas.

My child,

I am proud to watch you as Tenten grow up and become the personification of justice.

Remember, our Menethil family has always ruled this kingdom with strength and wisdom.

At the same time I also know that

You will be cautiously using your powerful power.

But the real victory,

It is the hope that inspires the people.

One day, my life will reach the end.

And you will be crowned king!

Looking at the rows of crosses in front of him, Carlos felt that his three views on the old father-in-law Terenas had been refreshed.

Perhaps the human world of Azeroth lacks true wise men, so most people's senses for Terenas are old foxes, insidious politicians, and competent kings...

But as he himself said, the Menethil family relied on not only wisdom to rule Lordaeron, but also political skills, but also strength, iron and blood.

On the battlefield, Carlos had not seen the corpse covered with the earth, but it was another kind of bleak, tragic and majestic.

There were more than 300 people hanging in front of the sky.

But that neat cross, even the head of the corpse's head, has been artificially adjusted. It is uniform, shocking, and showing off its power nakedly.

This time, Carlos finally discovered the hidden power of Terenas under the light of wisdom.

Just kidding, if he raises a butcher knife to kill more than 300 nobles in Alterac City, the riot will be a matter of minutes.

But now Lordaeron is calm.

"Some people who do not open their eyes secretly spread rumors that you have conspired to assassinate Sir Lothar in an attempt to usurp the orthodoxy of the Arathor Empire."

Terenas finished talking and stopped. He observed Carlos secretly for a moment and found that Carlos's expression had not changed. Then he continued: "In the most difficult moment of the soldiers of the Alliance, I did not have the ability to fight with the orcs at the forefront. You can only do a little bit of what you can."

After speaking, Terenas paused again and patted Carlos on the shoulder.

"Don't let the hero bleed and shed tears."

Carlos was young and strong, with good eyesight and rich experience in dealing with corpses. How could he not see that these hung corpses had been dead for at most two days.

"Um."

Silence is golden, don't talk without thinking, Carlos can only say that he knows.

"Is the journey going well?"

Alex found that the scene was a bit cold, and hurriedly answered the conversation.

"fine."

Carlos looked at the row of crosses and felt that there was no need to say anything, it was enough for something to rot in his stomach.

"Let's go, the reception banquet has been prepared since the day you arrived in South Blue Town. You can start at any time. I believe that Gene and Dai Lin are looking forward to seeing you again."

"It's too late, or..."

"It's not too late, it's not too late, the time is just right, and the arrival of the hero is always exciting."

There are too many things to talk to his father, but the enthusiasm of the old father-in-law, Carlos can't find a reason to refuse.

So, a grand dinner began.

There is no style of entering the city with flags flying in the mountains and tsunami, but on the way into the palace, Carlos enjoys the treatment he deserves.

Onlookers crowded both sides of the street and humbled their heads. All the soldiers on duty clenched their fists on their breastplates when Carlos approached. The torches and candlelight projected the shadows on the walls of the houses, pulling out strangely. The background, all of this, made Carlos, who originally thought he was ready, a little dazed.

Victory is not mixed with historical inertia.

The victory was Carlos, Lothar, and all the living and dead soldiers of the Alliance. They were all made with one blow.

How many times of despair, how many separations of life and death, has long erased the fluke in Carlos's heart, such as the traverser, and the rebirth, if you don't struggle for survival, you don't have the qualification to live.

The humans of Azeroth should thank the orcs in some respects. They are the most ferocious enemies and the most competent teachers. It is the tribe that has taught the Alliance how to fight, and the orcs are the unity of mankind.

Enjoying the admiration of the people, the rein in Carlos's hand became tighter and tighter, and the horse walked slower and slower. It was about a hundred meters away from the Palace Square, and Carlos' horse stopped.

Terenas and Alex were accompanied by both sides. The two middle-aged people looked at each other and didn't know what happened. There was also a small commotion in the square and among the greeted crowd.

Carlos recovered from the memory, a little embarrassed, but no one would be foolish to question what happened to the heroes of the alliance.

Simply, Carlos got off his horse and started walking.

The heavy landing sound of the armor aroused the people's whispering shouts, and everyone was surprised that Carlos was actually wearing real armor instead of gorgeous appearance or ceremonial clothing.

And when Carlos got off the horse and stood still, a louder exclamation sounded.

God, he is so tall!

Carlos, whose physical development was different from that of ordinary people, moved farther and farther on the Path of the Holy Light, and his physique was further improved. Just as a certain little blue dragon was promoted to the Dragon King, so did Carlos, who was proficient in strength, also grew taller.

Nowadays, Carlos, who is 2.4 meters tall, is standing in the crowd, and his deterrent effect is far greater than riding on a horse.

"He is as tall as an orc!"

"No, how can I defeat the orcs."

After the whispered discussions one after another, the crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers. Carlos walked forward slowly step by step, feeling that his shoulders were burdened with heavy responsibilities, but his heart was filled with indescribable happiness.

Giving is always happier than taking it.

A hundred meters away, Carlos walked a full eighty-two steps.

When stepping into the palace square, the familiar faces were still so dazzling in the dark night, Carlos felt that his eye sockets were a little moist.

Until this moment, Carlos finally came out of the fighting state.

Everyone, I am back!

Carlos raised his head, opened his hands, and stood still. After feeling the majestic holy light released by Carlos, the armor made of light cast iron radiated a blazing light, illuminating the entire square instantly.

All the people who were illuminated by the Holy Light felt the joy of Carlos's heart.

Even if Carlos converged the holy light, the reverberation could still last for a while, and the small palace square was mirrored like daylight.

"Everyone, fortunately, I am back!"

Carlos yelled these words out loud, and he was greeted by thunderous cheers and applause.

At this moment, the hero of the alliance, Carlos deserves his name.

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