Anomaly Of Warcraft

555 Set a Small Goal

If surrender is useful, why do I need Carlos?

The bird terrain of the Hinterlands surrounded by the broken valleys, the high mountains and ridges, humans really can't colonize the land on a large scale.

So here is the natural habitat of forest trolls.

In those years, when his old father was instigated to start a war, Carlos used urbanization to rub the Hinterland trolls on the ground. He had no temper. To put it bluntly, he used money to pile up the enemy. Afterwards, he ransacked the gold and gems accumulated by the trolls for a hundred years before returning.

So in the current situation, whoever beats the Hinterland loses blood.

Regarding the rhetoric of Uther's two legions to break through Sinsaro, Carlos felt that he was bragging. There were four legions missing, and even the logistics line could not be guaranteed. The trolls broke into pieces and went to the mountains and waters in the woods. Drill, what if the worthless Sinsaro gives you.

How to fight and how to lose, in the end hastily retreat is the best ending.

So Zandalar deserves to be eager for justice and righteousness in time, and he actually let Carlos untie the knot.

Without their commitments from all parties, there would be no such thing as the present situation.

Should we write a letter to Zandalar prophet Comrade Zul to express our gratitude?

Forget it, I'm too hated, just feel it in my heart.

"I said, you can only live ten thousand, let's carry it out."

Carlos was in a good mood, and while chatting with Eranikus over the wine, he commanded lightly.

"But there are more than 20,000 trolls who surrendered. It's very laborious just to look after them."

Gottajin argued in a low voice.

"Sorry, it's my fault. I forgot that you are too old and have a bad memory. The living name of the ten thousand people includes the moss trolls, not the captives who surrendered. It's you. Tarkin is so naive that he doesn't need to pay a price for betrayal?"

"His Excellency Eranikus, see if my men are not doing very well, or else, please trouble you and yours to carry out."

His Excellency Eranikus, the actor, holding a wine glass in one hand, glanced at Carlos with a playful look, and then slowly turned his head to look at Gottajin, with a playful look in his eyes.

Are you serious? I just do not leave a single inch of grass!

Without saying a word, just relying on body language and eyes, Gou Tajin understood what the old green dragon disguised as a night elf was in front of him, and he couldn't help but shed cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, it will riot..."

Gou Tajin almost wailed on the ground, tears could not help staying, because of some reasons he couldn't explain himself.

"Hey, there is no harm if there is no comparison. After seeing too many ungrateful guys, your face is so pleasing to the eye. Get up, after all, this king is not a demon."

Gottajin raised his head in surprise, Carlos in his impression was bold and wise, but he was not merciful to the enemy.

"Take a step back, each of Zuma'shal's people can use a Sinsaro's head to offset their sins. Two hands that are not stained with blood need two."

"Thank you for your grace!"

Gou Tajin knelt down and hurriedly left.

But as soon as he walked out of Carlos's big tent, Gotakin was stunned.

Is it true that people are too old to use their brains?

In addition to the more than 8,000 armies of Zumashar’s people, Zumashar still has 6,000 women and children, 6,000 times two plus 8,000, or 20,000...

No, the previous battle has killed thousands of enemies. It should be possible to count down. Maybe you can save some...

Killing the enemy is justified, but the slaughter of the city is too difficult for Gotajin. The Sinsalor trolls who dared to fight almost died during the siege. Those civilians who surrendered, Gotajin was really hard. Get down.

So Gotakin, who was played by Carlos with four tricks, finally understood Luther King's thoughts somewhat.

It's a pity that Luther King is dead, otherwise I really want to talk to him.

"Really good? You want to kill Sinsaro?"

"It's unstoppable now. For thousands of years of hatred, I can erase it with a few words. Only by letting the moss troll completely break with other clans can I give this stone city to them."

"Are you going to be based in Sinsaro?"

"It's time to send some troops. Sinsaro broke the city and disturbed the Hinterlands, but also disturbed Arathi. It's okay to deal with it."

"Are you not afraid to push those trolls under yours to rebel?"

Eranikus asked seriously and curiously.

"Then really flatten them, I know the green dragon can."

"Ha ha."

"Ahahahaha"

"Laughing is treacherous."

"you too."

Throughout the night, the air was filled with the smell of blood and the smell of burnt meat.

Gou Tajin led the Tastin Gou to slaughter seven thousand young men of the Evil Branch clan in one night, and did not cause the prisoners to riot. His ability was really good.

But this is not what Carlos wanted.

Tastin Gou is already a vicious dog of the Alliance and does not need to prove loyalty, but the moss troll needs.

Those new generations of young people have forgotten their correct position, and Carlos helped them remember.

It was the old rule, staying higher than the wheel, and the rest of the city circled outside.

More than six thousand Zumasha's trolls surrounded the captives with their hands bound, and they knew what was going to happen, but they couldn't believe it and looked forward to a different development.

"Gottajin, give an order."

At the city gate, Carlos looked at the rising sun with a pleasant expression on his face.

"His Majesty……"

"I gave you one night to think, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"..."

"I understand how you feel, the enemy on the battlefield, you can slash your weapons without scruple, but for the captives who surrender, especially the compatriots who look like you, you are shaken."

Carlos' words resonated with other trolls around him, and the atmosphere was a bit low for a while.

"I understand, so I allow you to waver all night. Fortunately, you did a good job. But not good enough."

Carlos turned and faced Gottajin.

"Physical similarity is not a criterion for discrimination. Only those with the same idea are your compatriots. Think about it, what price you, you, all of you Tustingo paid to join the alliance. And what did you gain? The young people outside the city are enjoying your contribution, but shouting for the glory of the ancestors?"

Carloston paused.

"The glory does not belong to the ancestors, the glory belongs to you. It belongs to your Tastingou, to you Gotajin, to the new troll. Don't think about paying silently and guarding silently, you must let the young people know how the road should go. As loyal Reward, I will reward you this city, Sinsaro."

Gou Tajin was stunned when he heard this.

"The old man is not a demon. I won't burn it this time. All my orders are just to clean up and welcome the new owner."

"For your will."

Gou Tajin recovered from the confusion, and his tone became firm again.

"It seems to be done. This troll turmoil was really quelled by you alone. The Grand Marshal of the Alliance is indeed well-deserved."

While complimenting Eranikus, it is also a farewell. The main job of the dream guard is always to guard the emerald dream.

"Where, how can I do it without you and your Dreamland Legion. You are too modest, and the credit is not my own."

"Is there anything I can help?"

"No need, the overall situation is settled."

"So what are your plans next?"

"Set a small goal, first earn it 100 million."

"what?"