As long as someone pays money, even if it is Carlos's head, some people dare to take it, this is an objective law of economics, and it is not changed by personal will.

The only problem is that the Ravenhold estate is currently on a honeymoon with Carlos because of its participation in the Hillbride Enclosure program. Professionals can't be hired, and the ability of the domestic dead is worrying, Carlos didn't have to say that he was dangerous all the way, and he arrived at Minahir Port without even being surprised.

The internal turmoil of the human race has no effect on Carlos at all except disgusting, and most of the high-end combat power of the human race is in the alliance, fighting with the orcs on the front line, and the quality of the guys in the rear is really worrying. There wasn't even a decent assassination along the way, it was more of a lame show that wasn't even as good as a farce.

The only decent battle was because a group of gnolls stole horses in the middle of the night, which disturbed Carlos, so he was surrounded by more than 2,000 macho men.

Other than that, there is no rain or shine.

But it wasn't until he entered the port of Minethil that Carlos realized that he was really NA? VE。

The ones who shot before were all small characters with bad brains, and they were scum who tried their luck, and the real big guys didn't use knives to kill people.

Carlos understood what the Lordaeron guys were afraid of, what they were contradicting, what they were struggling with, what they were conniving, what they were acquiescing, what they were expecting.

So he can also forgive Dai Lin. Proudmoore's betrayal in essence.

Even if the admiral platoon came to explain the situation.

"The pressure is too great, and the general can't bear it, so marshal, we can only make up seven ships in a month, and only two ships in three days."

A battleship can hold 300 people in the sky, and the cargo ship is only 500 to 700 people, which means that Carlos has 20,000 troops in his hands, and he will either go around and cross the wall of Soladin through Arahi, or he can only return to Nanhai Town with less than 1,000 men.

It wasn't necessarily what Terenus or anyone else wanted to do to Carlos, it was more of an attitude test, even if Carlos stopped at Minethir on the grounds that the ships weren't enough.

But the attitude is relative, and if it does, Carlos will have to pay the price.

I don't want to turn against Lordaeron executives.

It's not that you don't want to, but you can't, and if there is a real infighting now, it will be a disaster for the alliance.

So for the difficulties in the north, Carlos had to accept them all.

How much grievances you suffer now, how loud you can make your voice at the negotiating table in the future.

So Carlos didn't even give himself a day to rest, and sent someone to inspect the ship, and immediately boarded the ship and set sail, leaving the rest of the men in the port of Minahill to rest.

There are not many soldiers, and the number of people Carlos took away is only in his early 700s.

Because after weighing the pros and cons, Carlos couldn't find a reason for his old father-in-law to kill him, nor could he find a reason for Jean to kill him, let alone a reason for Dalaran and Quel'Thalas to deal with him.

So the only people who want to do their best are the guys who have been damaged in the Hillbride enclosure plan.

If you block someone else's way of wealth, even if it is a king, those guys who are losing blood dare to pull off the horse.

But to deal with these guys who are lying down and making money, where can they use a large army, seven hundred people are enough.

With this pride in mind, Carlos was pleasantly blowing the wind on the sea.

Awe, yes, is awe.

Those people respected me because I was the hero who turned the tide.

Those people are afraid of me, because I am the hero of the people's hearts.

The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it is unfortunate that the current situation, the separation of the seven countries, and the division of human society without being divided is the main theme.

Carlos understands that with the current productivity of human beings, don't talk about technology, magic is not easy to use, and forcibly pulling an empire is looking for death.

It's not twenty years later, there is neither the ravages of the undead natural disasters, nor the great development of science and technology, a magic communication will cost dozens or hundreds of gold coins, there are still large areas of wasteland within the countries, and there are many wild intelligent species cutting off the traffic. In such a situation, forcibly unifying an empire is simply a map of the frontier on paper.

At that time, the core area of Soladin the Great's empire was only an Alassian Plateau, and the current human territory is more than five times that of the Alassol Empire.

Therefore, wise people understand that even if Carlos forcibly becomes emperor, it will only be temporary, so what they expect is Carlos's attitude. As long as Carlos does not provoke a war of unification within humanity, Carlos can offer any conditions worthy of his heroic status.

But the guy who jingles half a bucket of water only knows that heroes emerge from troubled times, and only knows that the ancestors of the current kings are just nobles like themselves.

The monk can't touch me?

Therefore, careerists are ready to erect Carlos as a target, a villain who harbors evil intentions, and the person who defeats Carlos is the savior of course, and a crown is worthy of the status of the savior.

But all this can only happen on the way from Nanhai Town to Lordaeron City.

Neither the person who was blocked by Carlos nor the person who longed for the crown could put up the flag justifiably, because Carlos was still the acting marshal of the alliance.

And the reality is that as long as you arrive in Nanhai Town, it will take less than two days for Alterac domestic support to arrive, and those wishful careerists have no taboos at all.

The so-called assassination plan is nothing more than a delusion after being filled with too much horse urine.

Thinking of this, Carlos said the words that can be called a death curse: "Who dares to kill me, hahahahaha!" ”

"Wait, why am I saying that?"

Carlos shuddered inexplicably, thinking that he might have been blown too much by the cold wind, so he turned around and returned to the cabin to rest.

In Keldarron, after a moment of space-time warp, a diminutive figure groaned and let out a lament.

"What the hell have I done to clean up such a mess."

After reading all the death marks she could find, Chromie finally had a bit of a beep in her mind about what she had done before.

"I can't see any hope for this world line at all, where did I get the confidence to gamble on it before? It's better to clean up such a mess than to go back and take care of the dragon eggs, saving the world or something, the most annoying. ”

Using the magic he absorbed during his rotation in the Ruby Temple, Chromie easily checked the evolution of this world line, and then smacked his lips.

"Lady Morgan wants to divide herself, Onexia wants to infiltrate human society in advance, the orcs are defeated in advance, and there is a great chaos within the human race. Tsk, it's a mess, how can such a world withstand the Burning Legion, what is the value of maintaining such a world line. I see you're just embarrassed by me, Chromie. Well~~~~~ key figure Carlos. Barov? What a tragic Shura field. ”

After clearing his thoughts, the lazy Chromie disappeared into the same place where Carlos had fought.