Being a man to adulthood without two brothers who are willing to help you fight, it is undoubtedly a failure.

I have been a big brother for several years, and if there are not a few little brothers who come out of prison and wait for you at the door, there is no doubt that it will be a failure.

If you don't have a successor who can continue to carry out your will after you die, don't brag to others that you have been a great lord.

Because I can't afford to lose that person.

Carlos patted his chest, okay, okay, dangerous.

A trip to Draenor, although he met Adar, reaped some benefits from Medivan, and strengthened his body in the Emerald Dream Realm, it didn't seem to be a loss. But after losing ten years, it really can't be said to make much money.

Because time is running out for Carlos.

The Cult of the Damned has taken shape.

Without the shackles of Carlos, the undead catastrophe will inevitably erupt within two years.

This is also the main reason why Carlos does not dare to return to human society easily to regain his glory.

Because the current situation is unknown.

The alliance army that once defeated the orc tribe has essentially fallen apart, and the elite followed Tulayan Aurelia and they were lost in Draenor, and the remaining fat that had been raised for ten years could be of much use?

In this respect, Carlos failed.

The current Lordaeron Alliance simply does not have the capital to fight against the minions of the Elder Gods.

As a result of the Cursed Church's greatness, the undead are inevitable.

It's an intellectual game between the Elder Gods and Kil'Gardan, and humans are just pawns and have no say.

If the alliance army had been there, Carlos would have dared to launch a holy war, along with Gugar and Naozu.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

The thriving Lordaeron Alliance in the eyes of his old father-in-law, Terenus, was already in jeopardy in Carlos's eyes.

Because the enemy has already penetrated inside.

So at this time, even the human soldiers of the artillery unit who followed and monitored the moss trolls were imprisoned and then lifted, Carlos didn't want to see them.

Although they had been clamoring to see Carlos for a long time.

For half a month, in the eyes of the trolls, Carlos was like a moody tyrant, playing with Cincaro wantonly.

A massacre of moss trolls goes from one frenzy to another, and under Carlos's deliberate guidance, a deformed pride of "I shed blood for the Alliance" spreads.

It's as if if the slaughter of Cynçalo would make the Moss Trolls a hero of the Alliance, and they would be looked at differently.

It's not that there are no blind-eyed trolls who know the problem, but they all choose to remain silent.

Because the man is back.

Carlos proclaimed to the Tustin Gou in a haphazard gesture————I am your king."

Before the king was disqualified, his word was the law.

So rebuilding Cynsaro has become the current task of the Moss Trolls.

Then Carlos waited for the first subordinate he had summoned.

"Yo, Sora, long time no see."

"yes, where did you die? I've remarried. ”

Sure enough, it's a woman, and if it's far away, it's resentful, and if it's close, it's disrespectful.

"Married? Congratulations, do you need me to make up a gift? ”

Carlos didn't pick up at all.

"Well, I've married myself to the great cause of the liberation of Quel'Thalas, so look at it and give it a gift."

This old elf ......

"How many Paladins in Alterac still listen to you?"

"No, the circle of paladins, I was excluded, but it was your family's mage, and there were many of my younger brothers."

"What's going on now?"

"You were really captured and toyed with by Akmund for ten years?"

"Don't make a fuss, Akmund can't catch me, I've been on the run for so long."

"That's also very powerful, it's not a loss to the man I fancie, and the demon god can't be killed."

Laughing and scolding each other, Sora reports to Carlos about the current situation.

"Do you need me to get the word out about your return?"

"Keep it a secret for now."

"That's okay, I'll go first, after all, I still have a position, and I can't tell if I've been missing for a few days."

The immortal seed is good at this, and ten years have passed in a flick of his fingers, saving Carlos a lot of tongue.

And the second visitor, Carlos, was a bit of a head.

Archmage Modra.

Who would have thought that this big man, one of the members of the six-member council of Kenrito, would actually be the shadow left by Egwen, the backhand of Medivan.

The meeting with Modra was more difficult than expected.

Even with the incision left by Medivan to prove his identity, the mage's natural suspicious personality and meticulous logical thinking ability can always penetrate the part that Carlos wants to hide.

"Don't try to oppress me with Medivan, Honorable Knight King, I worship Lady Egwen, but Medivan has not fulfilled his duties as a guardian except for being the son of a lady."

"So I need your help, Your Excellency, Archmage. The enemy in the shadows is ready to move, and I don't have time to fight you verbally. ”

Reasonable people, even quarrels are only a means of temptation, and Modra does have many ideas after confirming Carlos' identity and the information he brought, but the basis for cooperation remains.

"I need time to verify."

"Okay, be careful, don't get their attention."

"Do you need me to walk the news of your return?"

"Keep it a secret for now."

The teleporter was finished, and it took another week for the third visitor to arrive in Sinsalo.

"My king, I knew you were still alive."

"How's the family doing?"

"It's bad, your two younger brothers are not very peaceful, there are many people with ulterior motives around the main mother, the master is entangled in official business, only on the surface it looks good."

The person who came was none other than Carlos's personal attendant from childhood to adulthood, and the real family confidant Sakhov.

With Sora. The Star Breaker is different, Fang Brick is a real Dalaran mage, usable but not useful, credible but not convinced, so some really unsightly things, Carlos has always been handed over to Sakhov to do.

So Carlos wanted to plan something, and summoned his henchmen for the first time.

Whoever said that the generalissimo of the alliance would not embezzle military money, and who said that the king of Alterac would not have private money.

Without a small treasury, how to go out to wave.

Carlos felt it was time to use his savings.

"Is my father and mother all right?"

"Still well."

"Where's my sister?"

"Her Highness Elucia lives in Dalaran all year round, I don't know the details, I think it's okay to come."

"What about the two bastards?"

"Alex and Wilton are both good sons in front of the old lady, but they fight very well in private."

"For the position of Grand Duke Barov?"

"For the kingdom."

"Huh?"

"There is currently talk of dividing the kingdom in the country."

"What do you mean?"

"Barov's belongs to Barov, and Minahir's belongs to Minehir. Alterac only supported the Barov family and refused to allow Lordaeron to interfere in domestic affairs. Therefore, it was suggested that the old lord of Alterac must be a member of the Barov family, and that the mother of Galia and her children could only rule Anhador. The lord has not made his opinion clear, and now there is a lot of trouble in private in China. ”

"Those remnants were actually killed in the first place. Hum! ”

Carlos looked disdainfully.

Where is this the loyal hardcore of the Barov family, a speculator who wants to fish in troubled waters without making trouble, and when does the matter of the heir of the family need to be pointed out by outsiders.

Seeing that Carlos had not asked about his child, Sakhoff took it upon himself to bring it up.

"The little young master looks very much like you, almost exactly like you when you were a child, except that her eyes are like her mother."

"Got it."

It wasn't clear how deeply the Cult of the Damned had infiltrated Alterac, and Carlos didn't dare to make any moves until he was ready.