After a great victory, there was a great purge, and after a great defeat, there was a great purge.

Since ancient times, it has been so.

War is one of the ways to redistribute social wealth, but it does not create social wealth in itself.

Remember, it's important here.

The so-called war wealth is nothing more than you robbing other people's things, and what you get is what is already there, not out of thin air.

The long war between humans and orcs, under the pressure of death, all people are selfless in order to survive.

But now, the war has basically been won, and the people are still immersed in the joy of the alliance's victory, and the aristocratic lords with superior IQs have sensitively sensed the change in the direction of the wind.

Money, the root of evil!

In order to defeat the tribes, how many heavens and earths were wasted, how many laborers went to war, how many supplies were recruited, and how many powers were confiscated.

It doesn't matter, it's all about survival, as long as you can drive away the orcs, these are nothing.

But now that the orcs have been defeated, will they be able to give us back everything they gave before?

The 200,000 Alliance Army, in times of need, is hope, dawn is the brightest star in the night sky.

The army of 200,000 alliances, when they are not needed, is 200,000 vicious wolves!

The noble lords are okay to say, what about the rest of the big-headed soldiers?

If they make trouble, it's even more terrible than the orcs.

Especially their head wolf, that Carlos. Barov, taking advantage of Hilbride's erosion, how much good he has done!

Carlos's resettlement policy of sheltering displaced people has become a heinous crime in the eyes of others.

Or that those who hinder their profits are evil enemies.

Although Carlos has already drawn one vote and one vote, trying not to eat alone, but the earliest developed land, the Hilbride Hills, is so delicious that the land soaked in blood must be so fertile......

But that's not all, it's just a reason.

The real reason is still the army of the Alliance.

Lothar is just an outsider after all, and sooner or later he will return to his Elwyn Forest and become the Emperor of Stormwind. But Carlos is different, he is a native of the Lordaeron continent with strong roots.

Such a guy can't be allowed to gain the power of the alliance, otherwise the others will have no way to live.

The others here refer to those whose interests have been compromised.

So smearing Carlos has become the political correctness of these people.

But the timing was not right, under the limelight of the victory in the Burning Plains, Carlos decisively instigated and honestly went north to return home, and the conspiracy theory of Lothar's death concocted by these people was useless.

What to do?

That Carlos is really here, and everyone will have no way to live!

Since you can't discredit him, let him shut up forever.

But he's amazing?!

No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't rely on the people around him, why doesn't he go to the tribe orcs alone, why do you need an army?

It seems like...... There's a little bit of truth to that.

We blocked them along the way, but we didn't do anything, and when they were exhausted, everyone drew up and swarmed them......

Reliable!

Under the planning of such a group of military strategists on paper, a farce of murdering the monarch was released.

There is still a distance of about 100 kilometers from Lordaeron, and in the edge area of the silver pine forest, towering giant trees are rare, and more are silver pine trees that are more than ten meters tall and ten or twenty years old.

It was in such a place suitable for an outing that Carlos ushered in an enemy in the truest sense of the word.

"Your Majesty, about two thousand."

"Not so much, don't just see with your eyes, but learn to hear with your ears."

After teaching Chris two lessons, Carlos satisfies his desire to pretend to be forced.

In fact, where is the ear to hear, in the woods, the sound of the leaves rubbing is so noisy, you can hear something. What really made Carlos judge was the feeling he had honed over the battlefield.

This is also known as the sixth sense, or the confidence of the mystery.

It's about 1,500 people.,Full of malice.,Lack of murder.,A bunch of weak chickens.。

"The terrain is not suitable for charging, dismount and fight."

Carlos calculated and gave the final order to prepare for battle.

Then, after waiting for almost twenty minutes, the opponent was still squirming and didn't want to attack.

If the enemy does not move, I will move.

Carlos gave up all his tactical advantages and stepped into the trap that the enemy had set up in advance.

And so, a horrific massacre took place.

"Chris, do you say these people are dead soldiers?"

"Back to Your Majesty, I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"It's too vegetable, I can't tell."

"Then do you say these people are bandits?"

"No, not professional."

"Then what do you say they are, more than a thousand and two thousand, even a thousand pigs, and they have to be caught for an afternoon! If it's gone, it's gone......"

"Your Majesty said yes."

"Forget it, don't leave a head, dig a pit and bury it, rest for an hour, and then leave."

Carlos's enemies have all the advantages of the right time, place, people, and so on, except for the lack of a little ———— combat power.

Maybe they didn't pay attention to an article in the inaugural volume of the new popular journal "Metaphysics of War" published within the Alliance.

The first sentence of the three forbidden sentences on the battlefield is: We are very much.

Seventy kilometers from Lordaeron, Carlos stopped and set up camp, ready to recharge for the final stretch of the road.

The guards were cautious all night, but the night was peaceful.

There were no officials who came to meet them, no dead soldiers who came to attack, passing by the farmstead fields, only the bare land after the harvest.

It's a little weird.

But what could be more bizarre than fighting the orcs, those strong, unspeakable guys who could bury themselves in a pile of rubble and lurk for a day and a night to ambush the Alliance army?

Carlos let go of the reins, let the horses gallop, and at dusk, he finally reached the outskirts of Lordaeron, the shadow of the Gundam walls already above the horizon.

"Your Majesty, we have gone astray, and the city gate is in that direction."

"You lead the way."

"Yes, my majesty."

Following the paved road, Carlos and his party arrived at the city gate before it was completely dark.

Outside the city gate, the bonfire is cool, and at the city gate, there are two middle-aged men.

"Father...... Father-in-law ......"

Carlos dismounted, handed the reins to Chris, and stepped forward alone.

Alex. Barov has been regent of a kingdom for many years, and he has accumulated great prestige, but at this moment he is not much different from an old farmer, holding his son with trembling hands.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

After a moment of silence between father and son, Terenus spoke.

"Come on, look at the gift I have for you."

Following Terenus into the city gate, into the urn city, I saw the old father-in-law wave his hand, a row of sergeants raised torches, on both sides of the road, dense crosses, hanging dense corpses.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, but in your absence, we just passed the Anti-Union War Act and cleaned up a lot of moths of national distress."

Terenus spoke softly.