It was originally planned to leave for Dalaran after a week's rest, but unfortunately the plan never changed quickly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a riot in an orc shelter thirty kilometers southwest of Tarenmere, where more than 2,000 orcs overthrew 700 guards, stole weapons and supplies, and rebelled. The orcs who took the lead had brains, knowing that Tarummere was good, but it was not their birthplace, and that there was only a dead end to go, so they fled around the mountain pass into the southern foothills of the Alterac Mountains.

"Scum! Rubb! Seven hundred guards armed to the teeth can't hold off those starving ghosts? What is the fence for! What are swords for! A bunch of scum! It's all rubbish!"

Carlos threw the pencil in his hand in front of everyone present, and the hoarse sound made the soldiers with self-esteem and a sense of honor on the scene blush, and made the guy who felt indifferent lower his head.

You say there are still those who hold their heads high?

Those are war criminals, violent maniacs.

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's helpful to hold the dead accountable now, the Gavin Heights and the Sofia Heights are important horse producing areas in our country, and the orcs must not be allowed to plague there. ”

Shang Ge Wenjie, as a great knight born in the Sophia Highlands, first put forward her opinion.

"Your Majesty, blood for blood, tooth for tooth, the supplies stolen by the orcs are simply not enough to support the survival of the two thousand orcs, even if the beasts are hunted along the way, it is only a drop in the bucket. In the Alterac Mountains, we are the masters, and we must hang the heads of this group of thugs on a cloud pole for three years!"

"Your Majesty, your Order of Knights is ready to wait for your orders. ”

"Your Majesty, give orders. ”

"Your Majesty. ”

"Your Majesty. ”

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Carlos is not really angry to the point of anger, but when encountering this kind of thing, he can't always say to everyone gently: It's okay, it's not your fault that the dead are too weak, it's the soldiers who are guarding are too weak, and the orcs are too strong.

It's a trouble, it's obviously a trouble, right?

So no matter what position he stands, Carlos must express his anger and dissatisfaction.

It can be said that Carlos understands better than anyone the strength and horror of the orc race, and understands the tenacity and indomitability of the orc race.

Without mentioning the black hand whose grave has grown grass, and without mentioning the Kargas who cut off his own arm, let's talk about Gromsh Hell Roar.

Gromsh Hellroar had a history of defeat and capture when he led the Warsong Clan against the enslavement of the Goriaian Ogre Empire before the Horde was founded. The Ogre Chief hung Gromsh Hellroar on a dead tree in the wilderness for ten days and ten nights, and dried Gromsh Hellroar alive from a stout orc to a dehydrated orc on the verge of death. In order to enjoy the fruits of his victory, and to hear the wails and repentance of his enemies before death, the ogre chief went up to Gromsh Hellroar at noon on the tenth day and asked him what his last words were, to which Gromsh Hellroar said yes. So the ogre chief put his ear to the mouth of Gromsh Hellgrowl. Gromsh Hell roared in repentance, pleading for atonement, and his voice grew quieter, and the ogre chieftain, who was greatly psychologically satisfied, unconsciously moved closer and closer, wanting to hear more. So, holding his last breath, Gromsh Hell roared and bit down on the ogre's throat, biting open the veins and crushing the roar bones.

After suffering from the blood of the ogre, Gromsh Hellroar regained some strength, spat out the ogre's bone slag into the bound palm, and used the ogre's bone fragments to cut the rope and escape.

Such an orc, how is it not fearful, how is it not respectable.

However, the defection of the two thousand orcs was not Gromsh!!

The so-called orc shelter was a concentration camp for prisoners of war. First, the orcs were forced to dig several large pits with a depth of more than four meters with swords, guns, and halberds, and then filled the excavated soil around to create a sill, and then surrounded it with a wooden fence, inserted the inverted horse stakes, and then built a guard tower, and a shelter was repaired. The orcs were poorly fed and clothed, lived at least seven meters from the wooden fence, were unarmed, and each of the potholes was not connected to each other at all. So, how did these orcs escape!

Carlos doesn't have to think about it with his ass, he knows that there is a problem with management, and those guards are killing themselves!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the louder he became, and after a seizure, Carlos calmed down.

Scolding and scolding, the problem still has to be solved.

"Allocate five hundred city guards, and three more squadrons from the Guards Regiment, and bring the second batch of Paladin trainees with me, and I will issue a letter of authorization for the garrison of Gavin Heights to fully cooperate with your actions, and go and crush those shameful executioners, those fugitives who do not deserve sympathy. Forgiveness from the alliance is only once, and this time, don't take prisoners and leave no mouth alive. ”

Carlos thought about it, Shang Gewenjie, as the leader of the Sophia Heights, plus the authorization letter issued by himself and the soldiers transferred, could mobilize at least more than 4,000 people, which should be enough to deal with a group of exhausted and fleeing orcs.

"Yes, my king. ”

"Wait. ”

Carlos stopped the Grand Knight as he was leaving.

"I'm getting married in fifty-one days, so remember to attend the wedding reception. ”

Shang Gewenjie originally thought that Carlos was going to give some precautions, but she didn't expect to hear this, and she couldn't help but smile on her face.

"I will bring you victory as a gift!"

Troubles are always one after another, and compared to the urging of the Morgan Consortium, the escape of orc captives is not a big trouble.

Sylvie Morgan is in a terrible state, as evidenced by the letters she wrote to herself.

The constant hovering between "me" and "we" is a direct consequence of the fact that the Morgan Consortium's envoys don't know what to say.

Lordaeron is now in a false prosperity, Carlos has obtained a large amount of precious metals from the Morgan consortium, and used his own mint to get a large number of gold and silver coins, and has scavenged within the alliance, and has a great posture of gold coin diplomacy. However, all this is based on the panic psychology of the population. The clouds of war were not yet far away, and the thirst for gold among nobles, merchants, and commoners was irrational. As soon as the war continues, the shortage of materials will inevitably cause prices to rise, and it will form a strange situation where gold coins are more valuable but cannot be bought.

The only solution is to get more aid from the Morgan consortium.

So Carlos didn't dare to turn his face with Mrs. Morgan at all.

But attack Blackstone Mountain, attack the Heart of Molten and overthrow Ragnaros......

Don't make a fuss.,That's the king of the fire demons.,Make a card at least 30 attack power and 30 blood volume to enter the entrance with 15 points of aoe plus a diamond card for the charge.,There's no careful plan and deployment.,To go is to die.。

Drag it out if you can.

Carlos had been going to contact Egwen Magna, and with the help of the retired Guardian, it would not be inconceivable that Ragnaros would be dealt with. Unfortunately, Alex Barov tactfully told his son after trying that the user you were calling was not in the service area.

Now it's going to be a tough one.

As a last resort, Carlos had no choice but to ask for help from the other side boss.

So, five days later, news came from Dalaran.

"His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas has agreed to meet with you. (To be continued.) )