Carlos aspires to be the man who lives behind the dashes, and to pass on the classics like those glorious forerunners.

For example, the white rock pine.

For example, Wattsky. Sood.

In order to achieve this goal, Carlos has published books including but not limited to "Who the Light Deceives", "On the Protracted War———— Alliance and the Horde", "Paladin Drill", "Let Yourself Go - Meditation, You Can Too", "The Snow of Alterac", "Lordaeron Doesn't Believe in Tears", "The Crazy Prince" and other works.

Or professional, or elegant, or popular, or entertaining.

In the eyes of most people, Carlos. Barov was a highly decorated king.

However, in the eyes of literature lovers, Carlos. Barov was a literary writer who was delayed by his military talents.

is such a big man in the mouth world, and he actually has embarrassing moments that cannot be described in words.

That's right now, at this moment, Carlos wants to sing how invincible it is~~ how lonely ~~~ oh oh!

"What about people?"

Finally, someone asked Carlos a question.

Yes, people!

Here at the Storm Altar, there were at least more than two thousand macho men before the operation set off, and Dalaran also sent a large number of mages over, and Carlos's Alterac personal guards also had several hundred.

What about people?!

Later, someone went to rummage through the cabinets, and a large number of materials were piled up there, and even some meat had not yet rotted and deteriorated.

Where are the people!?

In the empty camp that could accommodate more than 2,000 people, the warriors who returned home with more than 70 honors felt an inexplicable creeping.

Khadgar, who finally stepped out of the portal, was out of breath and wanted to say something to praise himself, but the anomalous requests of the people around him made him finally ask in confusion.

"Like...... Something is wrong. ”

The main forces were transferred, and I was forgotten by the commissar under the Japanese artillery tower......

It took a lot of effort for Carlos to get the graphic delusion out of his mind and bring his sanity back online.

"There were no traces of the battle, the walk was hasty and planned, but the wind and sand were too great to hide many traces, and it was difficult to find more details. However, the evacuation should take no more than two days. ”

Aurelia walked around the camp and came to a conclusion.

"Whew! Why two days? ”

Khadgar discovered the blind spot of his knowledge and decisively asked the Ranger boss for advice.

"There's horse manure over there, go smell it yourself."

"Uh......"

The master and the hunting father chatted to death, leaving the actor to think about life alone.

"No, my guards can't just leave without an order. Something must have happened. ”

Carlos has a trance-like sense that things are not human.

Isn't it just to go deep underground to save a world, and go to the unknown deep mountain snow forest for a few days to be a wild man, how to return to the place where the dream began...... Gone?

"Your Majesty Carlos, something has happened!"

"Huh?"

"Observatory, Observatory!"

"What's wrong with the Observatory?"

"Please go to the Observatory."

In fact, when you reach the top, you don't necessarily have to see the mountains at a glance, just like if you stand on Mount Everest, the highest in the Himalayas, and you can't see the scenery of the southeast coast, although theoretically there is no obstacle between the two points.

The same goes for the Storm Altar.

Although the local geographical location is very high, the visibility is actually not good, and a wind outlet has been rolling up sand and dust all year round to block the view.

Therefore, the craftsmen of the alliance built an observatory in another location at the same time as the battle plan for the Carlos cannon.

About ten minutes away, Carlos took the lead and it took less than three minutes to gallop there.

Following the simple steps, after several zigzags, Carlos ascended to the observation post, and then, the wooden railing was directly broken by Carlos.

War Fortress, War Fortress in the distance......

in burning.

As far as the eye can see, if the smoke of the beacon fire drip into the pond, the ink will burn the plain and stain the color of the wind.

The mountain was windy, and although the people who followed Carlos up to the observation post were surprised by the scenery in front of them, they still unconsciously took two steps back, leaving Carlos alone to stand on the edge of the platform, like a statue carved in steel cast in rock.

"It's useless to see more, go back."

Carlos calmed the turbulence in his heart with a deep breath.

[Your friend Berserker Carlos has gone offline.] 】

[Yours also has Carlos the Strategist online.] 】

Returning to the camp, Carlos waved to the crowd.

"Khadgar, bricks, you go back to Ironforge Fortress separately, teleport spells, go over mountains and mountains, whatever you want, within two days, mobilize the army to pull. If it can't be mobilized, let Alterac's army go out in full. ”

"But ......"

"There is nothing but obey the order, and the safety of the alliance will be entrusted to you, my life, the life of Marshal Lothar, and the lives of all the people in the fortress, I will hand it over to you."

Without any more words, the two archmages glanced at each other and left the crowd to prepare.

The rest of the people who stayed behind gathered around Carlos.

"Without horses, there isn't much we can do, even if each of you can fight against ten, what can you do in this life-and-death battlefield between the Alliance and the Horde? The nearest fireworks are also a hundred kilometers away from us, and when you run over, let alone help, I'm afraid you don't even have the strength to speak. Gather your supplies now and take any time to rest. Disband. ”

Using his past prestige and power to temporarily suppress the commotion, Carlos decides to turn to the Almighty Light for help.

Choosing a tent with the least amount of dust, and instructing the others not to disturb him, Carlos got down on one knee in a standard position and quickly entered a meditative state.

In the fog of thoughts, Carlos struggled forward, as sour as he trekked through the mire and quicksand. Time and space are meaningless in this world of thought, perhaps thousands of miles away, perhaps in the flick of a finger, or thousands of years have passed. Finally, Carlos obeyed his telepathy and found the light he was looking for. It was Tulayan, it was Uther, it was Gavinrad, it was the light of all the paladins who fought for the Alliance. Reaching out to touch the light, Carlos saw countless fragments of memory.

Excited.

Sad.

Confused.

Confused.

Unyielding.

Finally, in tandem, there was a blazing flame falling from the sky, the tumbling and wrestling figures of two dragons, the desperate wails of the orcs, and the tangled countenance of Lothar.

At the end of the memory frame, only the flags of the Alliance and the Horde are left fluttering in the wind.

When Carlos opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

Walking out of the tent, everyone sat around the campfire, staring silently at their commander.

"The officer will leave his profession, and all the others will go to bed and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning."

Carlos looked up at the night sky, and through the clouds, the blood moon was faintly visible.