The weather is cooler, the trade winds are turning, the maple trees of the Red Ridge Mountains are red, and the alpine frozen wheat of Danmoro is yellow, and on this golden autumn day, the royal guards of Ironforge Fort put on a solemn formation that stretches for miles to welcome the arrival of the alliance's envoys.

After all, the Copperbeard Dwarves signed the Covenant.

After all, the days of being blocked in the mountains by orcs are so hard.

After all, it was an envoy who represented the Alliance.

Magni did not reveal to Carlos that he would put on such a big show, and the breath of iron and blood deeply shocked the visitors of Lordaeron.

"Your Majesty Carlos......"

"The marshal is busy with official business and has not rested for several days, so we can do this kind of work with our people, and we dare not disturb Your Majesty. Baron, you have a long rest, and then arrange a meeting in the evening. ”

"Hmm...... It's good. ”

The warriors who dared to go to the battlefield had long been conscripted, and Baron Smorton was already the most courageous person among the nobles of Lordaeron, but he was also shocked by the military appearance of the alliance warriors, and lost his mind for a while.

The envisaged verbal confrontation with Carlos did not take place at all, because the king of Alterac did not meet him at the welcoming ceremony.

There was still a full afternoon before the dinner, and although the baron was curious about the beauty of the unique style of the Ironforge Castle, he did not want to waste his time on traveling, and took a hasty tour of the Ironforge Furnace with lava flowing, and did not even see the artisan quarter where the gnomes lived for a moment, and the Baron went to the barracks non-stop, hoping to hear the words of the "own people" officers.

Intelligence, not only the barons need intelligence, but the real bosses of Lordaeron also need intelligence, and everyone is desperate to get the most authentic and specific information.

Carlos watched all this coldly, without interfering or wanting to obstruct it.

The war is not over yet, and the subtext that the overall situation has been decided is equivalent to you turning it over to me!

If he really thought that if he won the battle of the Burning Plains, the alliance would be able to drive out the pigs, Carlos was really afraid that Orgrim would shout I, Can, flip!

So in the past few days, although Carlos has enjoyed the long-lost relaxation physically, his spirit is still tense.

Especially when it comes to scheduling tens of thousands of people on the front line, the copywriting work does not dare to be left behind.

That big war seriously overdrew the alliance's material inventory, and the current reality is that Carlos can't meet the logistical pressure of the alliance's overall advancement.

Continuing to maintain such a large army on the front line of Ironforge, the alliance is afraid that it will collapse.

If it weren't for the dwarves having a harvest and being able to feed the humans in terms of food, relying on the Red Ridge Mountain, which had been swept by the orcs several times, the army on the front line would probably have to eat grass.

The military oppression of the tribes cannot be stopped.

Do what you can, and the redundant forces must be recovered.

After discussing with the backbone of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, Carlos already had a preliminary plan in mind.

With the Stormwind City restoration force as the backbone, the alliance retains at least 30,000 regular troops in the Elwyn Forest area to eliminate the orcs, and the rest of the soldiers should return to China.

This is the most economical and reasonable solution, and it is one that everyone can agree on and readily accept.

The only problem is that this proposal cannot be proposed by Carlos.

The reason is not difficult to understand, it is just a joke caused by suspicion.

At this moment, any of Carlos's actions and words will be over-interpreted, and any sincere thoughts will be rendered by other interests to others.

So Carlos didn't want to see Baron Smolton. This envoy Carlos knew that people were not annoying, and he was funny in his speech, but his only flaw was that he was too good at being a man, he couldn't do things, and he believed in a political philosophy that standing in line was more important than fighting.

So Carlos needs to wait, wait for Uther, wait for Tulayan to return from the front.

Even if he was sitting facing each other, Carlos needed someone in the middle to speak.

Otherwise, the good situation will be ruined because of infighting, and what are those sacrifices that shed blood and tears?

More importantly, Carlos needs to know what Dalin Prodmoore's attitude is.

The Seven Kingdoms of Lordaeron, Alterac has always been alone because of its geographical location; Fort Torrent regime has vast land, but it is trapped in the endgame of history, and the population has been slowly decreasing, after all, the climate north of the Hillbride Hills is superior to that of the Arathi Plateau; Dalaran, as a mage kingdom, an independent city-state, seems to be strong, but the foundation is not solid, Antonidas is not a careerist, more often than not, he is an absolute neutral, and he is alone; the real powers, the actual alliance leaders, are the kingdoms of Gilneth and Lordaeron。

Gilneys, who did not give up the Silver Pine Forest, is a large country on a par with the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

But also because of the geographical location, Gilneys was also far more damaged in the war than Lordaeron.

In this turmoil, Carlos thought with his ass that one of the main contradictions was that the nobles of Lordaeron and the lords of Gilneth did not even draw a circle.

Jean Greymayne is not a bad guy, a little paranoid, but he dares to take responsibility. But no king can really do whatever he wants. Terenus will be conspired upon by the nobles of Lordaeron, and Jean will be accountable to his subordinates.

So the attitude of Daillin Prodmoor, who represents Kurtilas, is very crucial.

At the same time, the unique geography of Kurtilas also made the admiral's status transcendent.

The meeting with Baron Smallon is part of the political game, and the correspondence with Dahlin is the real key to determining what Carlos will do next.

Without the support of the Admiral, Carlos would have to cross the Soladin Wall from Hilbride to the Arathi Plateau and then transport supplies via the long mountain roads of the wetlands via the bridge over the sea.

This is clearly beyond Carlos' capabilities.

Therefore, Carlos, who has already decided to take a step back, is ready to present his highest acting skills for this curtain call.

And all this requires the cooperation of the admirals.

In the afternoon, Baron Smolton saw the horror of the war, and the sight of the wounded barracks reminded him of the formation of the orcs when they crossed the sea, and from the mouth of "his own people", the baron understood what the king of Alterac was doing at the front.

This is a macho man who "follows me", not a commander who "rushes me".

Almost all of the soldiers the baron asked had a high respect for Carlos, which made the baron correct his attitude.

I'm afraid it can't be done to overwhelm people with power, with the love of the front-line alliance soldiers, Carlos is already invincible, and the best way now should be to talk about feelings.

So when Uther and Tulayan returned to Ironforge, the Baron was overjoyed and thought his luck had come.

The conversation was separated, but it was very embarrassing for the baron.

Uther told Smallon with a calm face: "Carlos is not that kind of person, and His Majesty Terenus is not that kind of person, don't chew your tongue indiscriminately. ”

Tulayan punched him directly in the stomach, causing the baron to vomit his lunch.

"You're insulting those of us who have sacrificed our lives for the Alliance. ”

The two well-established subjects of Lordaeron told the baron what it meant to be a mortal comradeship, and the baron, who was enraged and beaten, was even more convinced that Carlos would have the support of the Alliance forces if he became emperor.

So at the dinner, Baron Smallon's attitude was humble to the point of flattery.

But what needs to be done still has to be done.

When the baron presented the official document signed by Terenus in both hands, all eyes were on Carlos.

This is not just a personal issue for Carlos, but a concern for all the League's officers.

Go on, it's better to go back.