Originally, Carlos was in a hurry, and rushed directly along the main road all the way to the mountain pass leading to Quel'Salas to stabilize the defense line first, and then turn back to clear the trolls going south, and the army came to Blackwood Lake only to replenish the water.

But after meeting with the head of the militia in charge of the defense of Blackwood near Blackwood Lake, Carlos decided to entrust Tulayan with his luncheon army to continue north, while he was ready to spend half an afternoon or even an entire evening talking to the man.

It's just because this man introduced himself as Cromwell Gariters.

Don't get me wrong, this Garitharis is not Petarisus.

There are not many people who have been hacked by many Alliance dogs and Tribal pigs in the last life, and the last generalissimo of the Lordaeron Alliance, Osmar Garissus, is definitely one.

And this Cromwell Garitsus is the father of that Osmar Garithas, and at this moment Osmar Garithas, is serving in the Hilbride War Zone, fighting bloodily in the war against the Orcs as the will of the Alliance.

Osmar Garissus, who else made Carlos pay so much attention to his father because of a surname.

In the memories of the previous life, Osmar Garissus was a man who had become the savior of humanity in the aftermath of the catastrophe.

In the timeline without Carlos Barov, Illidan's use of the Eye of Sargeras's four-year-old Ice Throne caused the Death Knight Arthas to rush back to Northrend. The Undead Scourge came to an abrupt halt in Lordaeron's offensive, and the Interim Commander-in-Chief, the Lich Kel'thugad, strategically chose to take a steady stance and consolidate the defensive line, giving the surviving humans a chance to regroup.

And the one who seized this opportunity was none other than Osmar Garissus.

In the Second Orc War. Having lost his father, Osmar Garissus inherited his father's title and continued to serve the kingdom of Lordaeron in the army by virtue of his outstanding performance in the war, and at the time of the Scourge of the Dead, Osmar Garitsus had independently commanded a well-trained and well-equipped cavalry regiment. And, after the outbreak of the Scourge of the Dead. Osmar Garissus' calm response not only saved the power for the Alliance, but also saved more civilians. When Arthas rushed back to Northrend to save his master, Naozu, Osmar Garissus had become the strongest of the kingdom of Gilness, with the exception of the kingdom of Gilneth cowering behind the walls of Gilness. At that particular moment, no one doubted that if there was a savior, it would have been Osmar Garithasus.

Osmar Garissus, who had been promoted in the Second Orc War, was a competent soldier who was strict with himself, brave in sacrifice, and strict in his army. Under his leadership. The remnants of Lordaeron quickly banded together and conquered the Dalaran region in a matter of moment.

But humanity is so fragile in the face of the Dreadlord leading the undead legions, without the paladins who were torn apart by Arthas' order to disband the Silver Hand.

For the sake of ultimate victory, and for the sake of a common enemy, Osmar Garithas accepted an alliance proposed by Sylvanas, the Dark Ranger who had regained himself due to the decline of the Lich King's power, and chose to fight alongside the Legion of the Forsaken led by the Dark Queen.

Soon, the Lich King's opponents were overwhelming. The undead army led by the Dreadlord retreated, and several Dreadlords died tragically at the hands of humans and the Forsaken. Kel'thugad's ambiguous attitude hastened the Dreadlord's downfall.

Osmar Garissus and his soldiers have expanded their reach into the Silver Pines Forest. Humanity sees hope for the recovery of Lordaeron.

Aside from the misty Blood Elves, a simple analysis of the covenant between Osmar Garithus and Sylvanas reveals that the fleeting alliance between humans and the Forsaken is a reluctant combination under strong external pressure. Both Osmar Garithas and Sylvanas knew that when the Dreadlord fell, it was time to take out these dead bones/human idiots.

From the point of view of strategic deployment. In fact, the Generalissimo of the Alliance, Osmar Garithas, has a far more ruthless heart than Sylvanas, the Queen of the Forsaken, and is more prepared to turn his face.

But if Lady Luck really existed in Azeroth, then Bichi chose Sylvanas in one of the most crucial choices. The Dreadlord Varimathas, who surrendered to Sylvanas in order to survive, saw through Osmar Garithas's unusual behavior. Although humanity moved earlier, the sleepless Forsaken took advantage of the characteristics of the race to reverse this disadvantage.

When Osmar Garissus was confident that he would take out the rising Banshee King in a secret conversation with Sylvanas, a desperate army of the Forsaken awaited him.

"You're going to tear up the covenant?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay. Actually, I'm going to do that too. ”

Osmar Garissstein conceded defeat and lost to Sylvanas in the final duel.

The Dreadlord Varimathas once offered to resurrect Osmar Garithar to serve the Forsaken, but Sylvanas rejected Varimasas' offer.

Osmar Garithar stood in opposition to the Forsaken, but Sylvanas understood what he was doing. Heroes cherish heroes, and Sylvanas buried Osmar Garithar properly, without allowing the Dreadlord to interfere with a worthy opponent for eternal peace.

Therefore, one of the most important arguments of the later generations who overturned the case of Generalissimo Osmar Garitsus was that if Osmar Garithar was a mediocre and a fool, why didn't the wise and scheming queen Sylvanas resurrect him, or assign a banshee to occupy his body, so as to play a better role?

Only heroes can cherish heroes, and the mother ship can suck the mother ship.

Coming back from his thoughts, Carlos let out a long sigh, the heroes of later generations are still Lori Zhengtai, and several romantic characters still look at the current season of the current dynasty, and they are already standing on the cusp.

Looking at Cromwell Garissus, who was cautiously flattering himself, Carlos had mixed feelings.

From the conversation just now, Carlos knew that the baron, whose fief was two hundred miles away, had taken on the burden of defending against the troll invasion without hesitation just because he was the highest-ranking nobleman near Blackwood Town. This baron, who looked like an old peasant in the countryside except for his decent clothes, did not flinch even if he was afraid to death on the battlefield.

"You're not good at fighting, why do you want to go into battle?" Carlos once asked him.

"The county of Daron is too far away, the great lords of Stratholme are even farther away, although I am a descendant of a pioneer knight, but I am also a baron of the kingdom, I cannot watch my compatriots suffer and run away on their own, I cannot watch everyone suffer and be indifferent. Cromwell Garissus was silent for a moment before replying, "I can't let anyone point to Osmar's nose and say, 'Behold, son of that coward.' ”

For a moment, Cromwell Garithars's simple words pierced Carlos's defenses.

Why do you have tears in the corners of your eyes for me, because I love this land deeply.

You ask me why I love this land so deeply, because of the loveliest people.

"Aslan Prayer. ”

"Your Majesty, the ministers are here. ”

"Leave you two hundred men, and let me clear the trolls within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, and return to the team in five days. ”

"Your will!"

Ignoring Cromwell's surprise and surprise, and no longer lingering in Blackwood, Carlos put down the oatmeal in his hand, and felt that it didn't seem appropriate, so he took it back and drank it down.

"There is no need to thank you, the king will repay his kindness, and if I eat your meal today, I will surely keep you safe for a while. Aslan, don't let your king lose his trust. Carlos finished speaking, leaving the townsfolk of Blackwood Town, Cromwell Garithus with a tall and dashing back.

"The will of my king will be carried out!" said Aslan Prayer, drawing the sword that Carlos had given him, and taking a sword oath with one knee in the earth.

With such a father, how can a son not be a bastard, the stigma of Garissus, I Carlos will help you wash it!(To be continued......

PS: I owe 4 chapters, and it's still within the author's ability.