The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility, the higher the status, and the fewer friends.

There is no more terrible enemy in life than to turn you into him.

Carlos had studied Terenus as an imaginary enemy for more than a decade, despised it, hated it, ridiculed it, and now studied it.

Alex. Although Barov is his father, Carlos has to admit that his father's pattern is still small. As a duke of real power, Alex. Barov is at ease, and even excellent is not like words. But as a king, Alex. Barov is unqualified.

That's right, Carlos has never pursued the throne, let alone the crown, he prefers to be a prince and live a dashing life under the protection of his father.

However Alex. Barov is not fit to be a king.

It's not because His Excellency Grand Duke Alex lacks foresight and insight, or because he lacks wisdom and skill.

Carlos had not been king for too long, but he already had a hazy feeling.

His father lacks a kind of domineering spirit, lacks a kind of heroic spirit that doesn't care about him after I die, and lacks a kind of madness that the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and he follows Lao Tzu to it.

It's hard to explain in words, but Carlos is wary of Terenus. Minahir, while also learning from him as a goal. Only by standing in the position of the king can we appreciate the terrible nature of the person Terenus.

It was a great king who could pull an army of 100,000 men just by virtue of his charisma.

He was a benevolent monarch who could make the people follow him into death by his words.

That's a terrible adversary that can't be studied thoroughly.

Carlos tried to think in a Tyrenas-like way, and broke out in a cold sweat.

If you want to get the most out of yourself. The best way to do this is to fight to the death in the next battle, preferably with more than half of the casualties, and then go to Silvermoon City to make a big fuss. Then he returned to Alterac with the remnants of the army, and it would have been better if he had been injured a little more.

Because going north to Quel'Salas is in a sense a breach of contract, if Terenus really wants to pursue it, he will not look good on his face. If you pull on the back of Quel'Thalas, you can go from being a violator to a lone hero of the Alliance, a victim of grief and an accuser. Turn your disadvantaged position into a potential beneficiary.

Only a few thousand soldiers were killed.

It would have been better if Tulayan had died in this battle, the adjutant of the Alliance, the beloved general of Lothar. This pot Quel'Salas has to be carried if he doesn't want to carry it, and Anastarian has to explain it if he doesn't want to.

Carlos slapped himself in the face, then took a big sip of wine.

The king deserves to have no friends, so he calculates and calculates. My friends are dead. It's not a lonely person.

"Carlos, what are you doing?"

Tulayan asked curiously when he saw Carlos slap himself inexplicably.

"Mosquitoes."

Carlos replied casually.

"Eh, although there is no winter in the Yongge Forest, the mosquitoes can't survive with such a cool wind at night, right?"

Tulayan did not doubt Carlos' answer, but did not believe that it was a mosquito.

"Can the mosquitoes of the elves be understood by us mortals? Can't stand even this level of cold, are they embarrassed to call themselves mosquitoes from Quel'Thalas? ”

Carlos began to mess around. Then he succeeded in amusing Tulayan.

"Hey, you're a king. It's not good to be heard. Especially when you're so big, and you tell such a cold joke with such a serious expression, it's very unharmonious. ”

"Nonsense, a king and an alliance adjutant secretly slaughtered the elves and roasted the chocobos, compared to this kind of behavior, slandering the elves behind their backs is a hair!"

Carlos thought about it, but it was just a joke, but the elves guarded Carlos and his guards like thieves. This infuriates Carlos, and the more you guard against it, the more I want to eat!

But Carlos still has a face, and it is impossible to do it himself, so this kind of thing is left to Garrison's death squad.

The bastards gave Carlos a leg, two wings, and half a piece of breast, which was not the same chocobo's by the color of his coat.

Finding a secluded place, Carlos pulled Tulayan to carry the pot together, set up a tripod and began to grill the bird's meat.

The reason was that it was shipped by itself, so all the barbecue work was thrown to Tulayan.

Tulayan doesn't matter, when he was an apprentice priest, he did all these things of stealing chickens and dogs, and who can blame a prison guard for raising a child.

So Tulayan Mali cleaned up the flesh with hair, set it on fire, put it on the shelf, turned it over, and smeared it with spices, with skillful movements and skill.

"I can't see it, you're still a good housekeeper!"

When Carlos was a child, he led his two younger brothers, who were also journeymen in the wilderness, and he couldn't help but praise Tanturayan's skills.

"Nonsense, I'm not a noble young master, my adoptive father is a prison guard, and the jailer uncles eat a mouthful of food for me, and they are raised with their lives, and if they want to eat something good, they have to find their own way."

Tulayan said indifferently that this was not a shameful past.

"Ah, in the novel, you are the protagonist of the life, is there any white-bearded neurotic old man in the prison who said he wants to teach you magic?"

Carlos asked maliciously.

"Yes, when I was young, there was an old liar who tried to trick me into stealing the key to him."

Tulayan replied.

"I'll go, there's really one!"

Carlos instantly felt the malice coming from the will of the planet Azeroth.

"Then the old liar was hung up and beaten by my adoptive father, and the ghost cried wolf, and after the fight, he had to teach me tricks, because I was slow to learn, and I was beaten again, and I saw that he was too pitiful, so I studied seriously."

Tulayan said indifferently.

“……”

Carlos is speechless yes, Azeroth's planetary will, I've wronged you, I'm sorry.

"What kind of tricks are they?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"It's all a little trick of visual deception and distraction, guessing a stone or flipping a coin or something. But the old liar was really good at solitaire, and he helped me earn a lot of pocket money. For example, Gwent draws the white wolf Yennefa in seconds, starts with three horns, or Hearthstone draws key cards and the like. ”

"Master, take me as an apprentice, I won't do it king, Alterac has given it to you."

Carlos exclaimed contrivedly.

"Ah, this breast meat is cooked, well, the craftsmanship has not regressed, you taste it."

Tulayan casually pulled a piece of fallen leaves, padding the oily roast meat, and handed it to Carlos.

"Tulayan."

"Huh?"

"Why aren't you a woman......"

"What are you smoking?"

"You are a woman, I will definitely marry you as a queen."

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu Chunye."

In the midst of the fight, drinking wine, the meat was quickly eliminated.

"Dig a pit and bury it?"

Tulayan asked.

"Kill or bury, the fire is extinguished and leave."

Carlos was not afraid of the elves coming to the door.

Back at the campsite, Carlos hadn't completely eaten before he got two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

"Let's start with the good news, and let my good mood last a little longer."

Carlos said.

"The elves sent thirteen disabled chocobos, saying that they were improving our food and asking Your Majesty to sign for them personally."

The guards reported truthfully.

Thirteen?!

Garrison's gang of minus ......

Carlos felt like he had been wronged.

"What's the bad news?"

"Marshal Aurelia sent information and found that the figure suspected of being Zujin appeared in the northeast direction."

When Carlos heard the news, he threw all the distractions in his mind aside.

"Tulayan, get ready, a storm is coming."

"Compared to the storm in Hillbride, the weather in Quel'Salas is too mild."

Tulayan followed Carlos's words and replied very literally to his determination.

"Order, cancel the rest, all the soldiers will return, all the officers above the rank of wing commander will come to my camp for a meeting, and send someone to inform the elves that someone is also coming."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The herald gave a military salute and strode away.

After only seven days of rest, the combined forces of humans and elves will face the toughest test, the challenge of the legendary troll, Zujin.

However, Carlos never feared Zukin, he feared the flames from the sky. (To be continued......)