Even in Azeroth, it is an objective truth that war leads to technological progress.

Eight hundred years ago, in the war with the trolls, humanity gained magic.

Twenty years ago, during the war with the orcs, humanity gained magic that was more effective, faster, and easier to kill.

It's all about fighting......

Khadgar is a true genius, and no one has ever surpassed the aging teenager's contribution to the practical use of teleportation spells.

It's a pity that there is no Khadgar in the world.

During the attack on Dunhold Castle, Carlos had 50,000 men at his disposal, pursued Saar, and fought a fierce battle against Arathi, and Carlos mobilized another 20,000 troops from the country.

When 70,000 professional troops fell into Arathi, even the military state of Alterac seemed empty.

It's easy for the troops to be scattered, but it's not so easy to take them back.

Even if Carlos doesn't want to fight, do the orcs believe it?

As soon as Carlos gathered his forces and retreated, Thrall immediately organized a counterattack.

So without a heavy blow to the main force of the orcs, Carlos simply could not take back his forces.

However, time waits for no one, and Alsace may return to Lordaeron at any time.

Although there is no clear evidence from Carlos's perspective that he has become a death knight, Carlos, who has broken free from the shackles of his mind, just feels that his brother-in-law is no longer the same.

Breaking free from the snare of his mind, Carlos once again used his traverser's brain to think about the hidden memories and why there must be a Lich King, and came to the conclusion that it was FTNDP.

Even if the outbreak of the Scourge of the Dead can once again unite people's hearts, the alliance that has been crumbling in the face of disaster can once again be united.

But.

Feel free to estimate, and who can afford that heavy price.

Suppose, Arthas has indeed become a puppet of Neozu and a Death Knight.

So, what will he do?

Carlos thought about it and thought that if I were Arthas who had pulled out the sorrow of frost, he would start with Lordaeron.

Thirty years have passed, the world has changed, and blindly trusting the predictive memories in the mind will only lead to self-destruction.

Without Stratholme's ethical torment, without the painful choices that came with those sufferings, what prompted Arthas to choose to become a Death Knight in the face of a bright future......

Carlos wasn't even sure if Alsace had gone to Northrend and had already suffered misfortune.

But if the warning is true, then there must be something mixed with that you don't know.

Thinking about this premise, under the premise that the actions of the Cursed Sect are contained, what will Arthas do if he really becomes the puppet of the Lich King Neozu?

Lordaeron!

As the largest gathering place of human beings, Lordaeron City and the surrounding areas of the city are home to millions of human residents, which is the basis for the Minethil family to rule the kingdom, the proof of the strong national strength of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and the foundation and weakness of the strongest and greatest strength of mankind.

Twenty Stratholme combined, not as good as one Lordaeron.

Naozu doesn't need to wait for the plague to spread, there is no need to slowly corrupt the Alliance, and if Arthas is obtained, the Lich King has a hundred ways to make waves.

The easiest, quickest, and most effective of these is to infect Lordaeron directly.

Terenus. Minethil II's days were numbered, and Arthas was only one step away from becoming the master of the entire kingdom, and who would have thought that this man who had it all would destroy everything with his own hands.

Get away with murder.

It's hard to prevent.

After Carlos figured it out, he suddenly felt that the time that had been abundant was suddenly insufficient.

There is no time to slowly gather troops.

There's no time left to follow Sal in the Arathi region.

There is not even time to explain.

After thinking about it, Carlos realized that there was not even a person around him who could be trusted.

Tens of thousands of troops were scattered, and the commander lost contact, which is going to be a big incident.

There are many generals around him who can lead the army to fight, but they can be entrusted with the power of the commander......

No.

Not only Alsace, but Carlos also faced a dilemma.

A nail in a horseshoe can bring down a kingdom, and so does one of Carlos' decisions.

Although it seems that the form is good at this time, what if Carlos leaves recklessly and is overturned by Thrall Jedi?

The loss of this army would not only be a loss of prestige, but Carlos would also lose control over the future situation.

Don't be careful.

In the midst of hesitation, Carlos suddenly understood Elune's methods.

The situation was such that it seemed impossible to crush Thrall and his new tribe to death in Arathi.

After breaking through the mental net, whether it is a return to reason or a matter of annoyance and anger, Carlos did not think about killing the "savior" Sal, hanging all the last diehards of the tribe on the cross, and then taking over the matter of enslaving the orcs.

But it's no fun.

The lesser of two evils, and the message that Alsace is about to return is a weight that could change the balance of the situation.

Carlos can only choose between Thrall and Arthas, and he can't sing vixens or pike.

Eventually, a plan took shape in Carlos's mind.

"Is Ogrim's body stitched up?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, it has been done in accordance with your orders, giving it the dignity that the Great Chief of the Tribe deserves."

Carlos nodded in satisfaction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time for the summer harvest is approaching, and I'm going to take Orgrim's body on a trip to Lordaeron, what do you think?"

Spring plowing and autumn harvest, this is common sense, but it is not a law, some overwintering crops, the harvest period is in the summer.

Carlos's twisted words made the generals present not know how to answer for a while, and fell into a state of eye contact with each other.

But soon, there was a quick reaction in the brain.

Because of this war to suppress the orcs, as well as the large-scale disaster in the south, food was scarce, and Alterac dispatched so many troops, more than half of the supplies were actually provided by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which was provided by the Minethil family.

The summer grain is coming, so what about the autumn harvest, so what are the benefits of our Alterac people's hard work?

Why did His Majesty stitch together the corpse of the orc leader in a different place, and why did he embarm it, and why did he go to Lordaeron?

The human heart is a wonderful thing, and desires are not completely evil.

If Carlos tells his army that I'm going to Lordaeron to save the world, maybe the Alteracians will have some idea and what kind of moth they will do.

But when Carlos hinted at the "true meaning" of the war, there were no distractions.

Even Carlos didn't need to think about taking over his commander-in-chief.

"The current head of the defense zone and patrol responsibilities remain unchanged, and the status quo will be maintained until I return, especially for the defense of the Saldo Bridge."

"Yes."

Carlos's subtext is clear enough, before reaping the benefits, if you don't fight with the orcs, you naturally don't need a commander to lead the overall situation, everyone just do their own work.

So, after redeploying the defense area, Carlos swaggered and led the guards in fresh clothes and angry horses, and placed Orgrim's coffin on it with a float dragged by eight horses.

For a whole day, Carlos's guards had traveled only fifty miles, and at this rate, it would take at least two months to reach Lordaeron.

Carlos's actions made his men and the watchers at Riptide understand what he was thinking.

Although it was inevitable that he would be scolded by a clear-eyed person, he was not shocked.

It was only that night that a figure left the campsite and walked through a shrub area more than thirty miles wide, joining the ushers who had been prepared for a long time.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, every two hundred miles, there are spare horses for you to transfer."

"Let's go, then."

Carlos took out a water bag and poured a sip of sweet water, and then resolutely set off north.

On the same night, Thrall, listening to the arguments of his compatriots, also took a wooden cup and drank the water that had been filtered through the cracks in the rocks, and could not help but smack his lips.

"We must break through the human defenses and continue to retreat to the west, which will only lead to a dead end."

Thrall secretly made up his mind.