Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Although I have been away for ten years, I participated in the original discussion. Although it is impolite to answer questions with questions, it is very efficient. Then Uncle Dai Lin, why don't we execute all the orc prisoners and answer me this. problem."

"Kindness, fraternity, virtue, forgiveness, we are the victors."

Dai Lin said piously, then raised his fist and slammed heavily on the water, making a dull noise.

"Don't change the concept, Carlos, your question, the answer is obvious, we can't, and we don't dare. The orcs are defeated by themselves, we dare to blatantly raise the butcher knife, and the orcs dare to rebel. The orcs outside did not kill them cleanly. If there is further chaos inside, how will this battle be fought? I know all these truths. What I am asking is why you rear-armed the orcs!"

Dai Lin very much wanted to use his strong body to create pressure when talking with people as usual, especially when he met naked in the bathroom or sauna, the big-breasted brother's voice was louder than other people. This is called the right to speak!

However……

"Uncle, calm down, I'll explain it in detail, don't come over."

Carlos pushed Dai Lin away with a little disgust. The sailor's life was hard, and General Marine was not much better. The consequence of the long-term sailing lack of vitamins was that Dai Lin had bad breath. One week's conditioning obviously cured the root cause.

"You didn't imprison orcs in Kul Tiras, did you."

"Well, I spent money to negotiate with Thoras. The part of orc prisoners of war that should be held by us in Kul Tiras will be held in Tol Barad prison on their behalf."

After speaking, Dai Lin smacked his lips and added.

"I'm afraid I can't help but kill those green skins, your faces don't look good."

Carlos nodded in understanding.

"So do you understand the current situation in Lordaeron?"

"Which Lordaeron?"

Dai Lin asked in a pun.

"The big one."

"Hahahaha, deserve it."

"The small one."

"seek death."

"Yeah, I think so too, so I have to do something."

"So you sent the best armor and weapons to the orcs!"

Dai Lin's eyes widened, and there was a big disagreement with the momentum of immediate philosophy.

"How is it possible, the best is naturally used by others."

"Well, it's pretty much the same."

It is impossible for Carlos to untie the shackles that are bound to the orcs. This is determined by his status and status. Dailin knows this very well. This is why he is willing to listen to Carlos talking about these conspiracies. Admiral Marine is really concerned. It's not what Carlos did, but his attitude.

"The battle was not clean enough, and the remnants of the Blackrock clan in the Burning Plains re-elected the warchief. You should know this."

"Naturally, Uther took Arthas to the south to fight like a dog SHI."

Dai Lin commented disdainfully.

"So Lordaeron's internal argument about being kind to orcs has now regained its head."

"Ha! Is the old thing dead? The guy who said these things should really be sent to the gallows! Treat the orcs well, then who will treat us veterans who fought and killed for all mankind?"

"It's not surprising that a large number of orc captives are now in Lordaeron doing mines, logging, farming, and road construction. They don't need money, just use them, and they don't even need to dig pits and bury them by themselves. What a great green-skinned animal. "

"You mean..."

"I didn't say it."

Carlos shook his head bitterly.

When Sir Lothar was still alive, there was a fierce conflict of opinions within the Alliance about whether to cross the Baradin Bay and strike the tribe.

The root cause of such internal conflicts is the calculation of gains and losses.

Although local warfare is conducive to defense, it also disrupted the production order. Although it was true that the alliance won at the time, it was a real situation.

In order to promote the Southern Expedition, Sir Lothar and Terenas made a large number of concessions, including the "tribal trophies" that Carlos backed up.

However, it turns out that this is false.

The orcs ransacked Stormwind City to obtain the wealth report has long been used to buy the situation and bribe the neutral races, where did they leave any wealth to the humanity of Lordaeron.

When Carlos lost the star realm, Turalyon drew a bigger pie in order to promote the second Draenor expedition. Anyway, others can't come back, and he is not afraid of the creditor coming.

However, the lord and nobles who only paid and did not report naturally stole their eyes on the orc captives.

It was not Terenas' mercy that saved the orcs, but human greed required the orcs to live.

Dai Lin only vaguely sensed the context of interest behind this incident, but Carlos knew a living similar example - another world, another World War II, the German Empire.

"My disappearance back then was too hasty. After Sir Lothar's death, only I had the kind of unity to facilitate the plan to destroy the orc race."

"But you are missing."

"Yes, I am missing."

After speaking, both Dalin and Carlos were silent.

"The horror of this race of orcs, others don't understand, you know, and I understand. The two orc wars were really unclean."

"give up halfway."

"Those noble lords only saw the useful coolies of orcs, and only knew their own pockets. Only when the butcher knife rests on their necks will they think of us warriors who have fought for the survival of all mankind."

"Yes, but what does this have to do with what you do?"

Dai Lin picked up the wine glass from the tray next to the pool and emptied it in one gulp. He was an old angry young man, but he was not a fool.

"The revival of the orcs can't be stopped, at least humans can't stop it."

"What's the meaning?"

"Grom Hellscream is not dead."

"That scum is not dead? Hahaha, of course it is not dead. The generals of Terenas have announced that they have killed it seven times. Of course it is not dead, hahahahaha."

Dai Lin smiled maliciously.

"Terenas was assassinated."

"I heard that the assassin is disguised as your son."

"It's my son."

"!!!"

Dai Lin was shocked and speechless.

"An evil spell took control of Alphonse."

Carlos felt exhausted when he thought of this mess.

"Why do you think I have time to come to this unfamiliar continent of Kalimdor to do all these things?"

"how could I know!"

"Because in Lordaeron, I can't say a word, I can't do one thing, I have ulterior motives when I say everything, and I make mistakes when I do anything."

Carlos Lin always broke the cursed sect and told Dai Lin, so that the skins of the two of them wrinkled in the bath.

Leaving the pool and lying on the recliner, Carlos continued talking about his conclusions.

"That's why I left. In the eyes of those with a heart, I can't hide my traces, I'm waiting for them to move."

"Well, I understand this, but what about the orcs?"

Dai Lin turned the topic back again.

"Uncle, you still don't understand. It's not the kind of small conspiracy you imagined to fight for power, but a big event no less than that of the war. Humans have no more power to continue to imprison the orcs."

Dai Lin grinned noncommittal.

"Either all kill, or a rebellion must happen, the tribe, what a familiar and unfamiliar word."

Carlos shook his head helplessly.

"So, are you going to make a tribe yourself?"

"You can also call it differentiation."

Carlos picked up a round fruit, broke it in half with one hand, and handed it to Dai Lin.

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