The gates are easiest to breach from within, Carlos thought.

Since the deadline has been missed, we must rush back tomorrow. Just a simple message to Tirio. Fordin, tell him he's safe, but there's something else to do.

Then Carlos began to fish.

A family, as a royal family, if there are not a few dead soldiers who are willing to die for themselves, then it will not be far from the destruction of the family.

A king who does not cultivate a few diehards who openly oppose him will simply deserve to be overthrown.

Looking at the aristocracy of Alterac, Carlos thinks that there are only two and a half of politicians.

One of them was his father, Alex. Barov, Carlos considers himself half at best.

The first king Aiden was one when he was young, but unfortunately the pressure exerted on him by the years crushed him to 0.25, and the remaining 0.75 was the bonus of Queen Sasha.

Carlos accepted Sasha's offer and made his own promise.

So he wanted to know if his aunt had kept the promise.

However, when Carlos sneaks into the mansion that Sasha used to retire, he discovers that the former queen has already left Alterac City with a smell, and left two months ago.

It's really a keen sense of politics.

Without Sasha's help, Carlos had no better way to get to the list of "opponents".

Since there was no shortcut, Carlos waited patiently to see what kind of ghosts, snakes, and gods were in his capital.

As a result, a strange war situation emerged.

For two days, alarm bells rang in the city of Alterac. The atmosphere on the city walls was tense, and Tirio outside the city was still flustered, but both the kingdom army and the king's army miraculously suffered zero casualties. On the contrary, in the city, how many evils have committed atrocities in the name of war.

If there was no external interference, Carlos would even want to spend ten days and a half more days and a month like this, because under such pressure, many of the hidden filths were exposed by the filthy ones.

But this is not possible, the elven fleet of Quel'Thalas cannot wait at sea forever, and his old father-in-law cannot watch it all the time.

And Carlos can't always avoid his legitimate wife and son.

In fact, there was not much time left for him.

In particular, the Black Dragon King, Nesario, is most likely in the city.

After the initial shock, Carlos also figured out that he was not without chance of winning against his eldest cousin.

Because the Black Dragon King didn't dare to use all his strength at all, his injuries were probably worse than expected.

The Black Dragon King, Nesario, gave up his name and changed his name to Deathwing, one of the most important features being that he used essentia to create a suit of armor for himself in the Deep Rock Continent.

This essentia armor is not simply to increase defense, but also to restrain Deathwing's body, which is crumbling due to its great strength.

Without this armor, Nesario would not dare to use it with all his might, because if he used too much force, it would not be his enemy who would die, but himself.

Coupled with the strange situation of the previous meeting, although Carlos was emotionally incomprehensible, he rationally analyzed an unbelievable conclusion———— the king of the black dragon had good intentions towards him.

After ruling out Nesario's threat, Carlos decided that two days of observation were enough.

Then he came to the gates at dawn.

Armed with the best sword, the coolest armor, the brightest accessories, and the most brilliant horse, Carlos stepped into the barracks alone.

Faced with doubts and questions, Carlos had only one answer.

"My name is Carlos. Barov, is a paladin. ”

This is his last mercy.

All the loyal armies that could be sure were either outside the city or in the palace, and for these defending armies, Carlos gave them a choice, seeing that they were still maintaining order.

It's a pity that they didn't catch.

"How could the king be alone!"

"Catch this rebel of the fake king!"

With a sigh of his own, Carlos swung his blade, and a huge scar pierced the entire barracks, leaving a mark on the inside of the fortified walls.

O power, no wonder countless people are crazy about you.

With a look of fear in his eyes, Carlos rode his horse step by step to the city.

Knocking away all the weapons thrown at him, Carlos didn't want to hurt anyone's life anymore, so he just walked in silence.

After severing the chains of the gates, Carlos discovered that the roads had been stoned by the soldiers defending the city.

Very correct disposition, very smart officer.

It's a pity it's not my people.

I'm sorry, maybe it hurts the innocent, but in Azeroth, innocence is not a reason to be exempted.

I've given you a chance.

Carlos reversed the hilt, grasped the sword in both hands, and plunged hard into the stone beneath his feet.

The majestic power of the Holy Light surged out along Carlos' guidance......

The walls collapsed.

The shattered stones and the remains of the gates scattered in the sky under the power of Carlos, and when the smoke cleared, the god of war of Alterac rode his horse and turned his back to the army outside the city, and gave his own cry.

"Listen to the people of Alterac, your king is back!"

Then the king's army entered the city.

Then, all sorts of demons and monsters stood in the way of Carlos.

After discovering that Carlos' army was not as large as expected, the rebel conspirators quickly banded together to try to eliminate the orthodox "king" of Alterac through numbers.

Although the "unbelievable" fall of the city gate was beyond their expectations, the Grand Duke Regent's immobility gave them the courage to resist.

They didn't understand that this was what Carlos wanted.

A bloodless revolution is nothing but a game of self-deception.

Without regaining control of Alterac, Carlos will have nothing to do with the coming misery.

So, my enemies, will you die?

After the enemy poured out of the streets and surrounded himself as well as the army.

Carlos let out a long sigh of relief.

"Listen, surrender or kill!"

No one answered Carlos' persuasion.

So Carlos waved his hand and attacked.

"Father, why did you stop me? Alterac at your fingertips! I've taken control of the palace, kill that Carlos and I'll be able to get Alex. Barov pass the throne to me, and the country will be ours! ”

Nefarian was incredulous at his father's orders.

The Black Dragon Prince keenly took advantage of the loopholes in Carlos' plan, and decisively used magic to control the palace of Alterac, blocking the entry and exit of all news, and imprisoning Alex. Barov, as well as all his cronies.

Nefarian was getting ready to see a good show. He didn't believe that the stupid and incompetent Alterac nobles could heap their king to death by the number of their troops. So Nefarian waited, waiting for Carlos to fight all the way to the palace, and he controlled his father to deny his identity to his face.

What an interesting play!

Why did the father intervene to stop him?

Nefarian didn't understand intellectually and didn't accept emotionally, so he questioned his father.

"Because I don't like it."

Nesario just looked at him and said a word, and Nefarian gave in, but his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"Give you a chance to crush the enemy head-on with your strength, and then I will no longer interfere with your actions."

Nesario thought for a moment and said.

Nefarian lifted himself up, looked proud, and left the room, onto the balcony, and leaped into his hands.

Just as Carlos led the charge into no man's land, a high-pitched dragon roar was heard, and a huge black shadow obscured the newborn sun.