It has to be said that Tulayan is a wonderful person.

When he was an obscure silly boy, his experience was sympathetic.

But when he became the league's shining star, the same experience turned inspirational.

Yes, it's political.

Tulayan was an orphan who had no memory of his parents and no token to be attached to, having been adopted by a single veteran of Lordaeron Prison.

A little kid, a little kid who can get in and out of the cage fence, a bunch of ruffians who eat black money, it stands to reason that Tulayan should become a social blind stream, a scumbag, which is in line with common sense.

But no, his adoptive father was an upright man and a competent soldier. In prison, Tulayan not only did not get contaminated with the color of sin, but under the teaching of his adoptive father, he studied and practiced calligraphy and practiced swordsmanship.

After his adoptive father's death, it was just in time for the orc invasion of Lordaeron, which saved Tulayan from having to worry about whether to inherit his adoptive father's position as a jailer or go out and do something else.

To be a soldier, of course.

Then, let's pay attention to the key points!

After Tulayan signed up for the army, because of his excellent training performance, he was quickly favored by the first and most important nobleman in his life, and a silly boy from Lordaeron became the supreme commander of the alliance Anduin in one fell swoop. Adjutant of Lothar.

What does this mean?

It shows that reading is useful!

Dig deeper, what exactly does it mean?

It shows that a handsome guy with the temperament of a reader will eventually get ahead!

Enough, you put down the kitchen knife in your hand, and if you have something to say, Marshal Lothar has sacrificed his life for the cause of the liberation of all mankind, and he has to put a dog hat on the big hero to be satisfied, right?

Ahem......

Leaving aside the legendary experience, Tulayan is even better when it comes to politics alone.

Fatherless and motherless, adoptive father died, and the Lordaeron Kingdom was red. Lothar's words and deeds, active in the high command of the alliance and the front line of the battlefield, recognized by soldiers, familiar to generals, and known to the king.

Tulayan is simply the perfect template for the golden beetle.

The remnants of the Kingdom of Stormwind are because of Anduin. The reason for Lothar is that the view of Layan is his own person; The kingdom of Lordaeron regarded Tulayan as "someone else's child" because of his origins; Carlos. Barov and him are like brothers, and it is a lifelong friendship; DAI Lin. Prodmore & Jean. Greymane fought alongside him on the battlefield more than once; As one of the first paladins, the spiritual leader Alonsos. Fao when he was his own child.

You say that if the alliance is now essentially in military power Carlos. If Barov goes north to Lordaeron, who should continue to lead the alliance?

"It can only be you, Tulayan, my brother, who must carry through on Sir Lothar's legacy and liberate the suffering people of Alwyn Forest."

Carlos dismantled the conspiracy behind it, and finally made Tulayan understand what kind of crisis the alliance under the flowers is facing.

One person does not live in the temple, two people do not look at the well, three people do not carry trees, and they sit alone on the railing.

In the battle of the Burning Plains, the orcs were greatly damaged, and they had almost no ability to turn the tables. So, in the rear, some people thought that it was okay to stop. Anyway, the last bit of the first and last, just let the others clean it up. But if everyone thinks so, they don't want to suffer......

"Are all the nobles of the alliance stupid? The orcs have crossed over from another world, and now is the time to take advantage of the victory to pursue them, and they actually want to withdraw their troops? ”

Tulayan's eyes widened in disbelief and exclaimed.

"Attention, I'm the head of the nobility, and you're also a new marquis, just scold people, don't bring yourself in."

Carlos's eyelids twitched, and his conscience ached slightly.

"I'm sorry, you continue."

Tulayan had a good attitude and continued to listen to the lecture.

"The reality is that the butcher's knife is not on the neck, and many people are not afraid of death. And most of us who are afraid of death died on the front line. Those guys brag about the horror of orcs just to show off their non-existent martial arts, not really understand how terrible orcs are. But none of this matters, it doesn't matter at all, this kind of guy really doesn't matter, as long as we are united and tough, they will compromise with us. ”

"So what's the most important thing?"

"About twenty people."

"Huh?"

Tulayan was confused by Carlos Say.

"In Dalaran's six-member council, there are only one or two in charge, huh...... Count Kel'thugad, three. Except for my old father-in-law, Terenus, there are four major factions in the kingdom of Lordaeron, and we count them five. There are three families in Gilneth who have real power, and we count three. The internal power struggles at Riptide are fascinating, but the Thorbanes are still able to hold the scene, let's count less, two. Alterac is now me and my father, count two. Magni of Ironforge, the High Elves of Silvermoon, including your little liver Aurelia, and a few other hidden leaders. These bits and pieces, which add up to less than thirty, are the real rulers of human society. ”

Carlos's words made Tulayan really confused.

"This ......"

"Actually, Sir Lothar painted a pie. Now that the wall on which the bread was painted had collapsed, the people began to wonder if there was any need to continue painting the bread. Compared to the bread that you can't eat, your own rice bag is the most important thing. Fighting against the tribal orcs is not an outing, and the materials consumed every day are astronomical. You know that in Lordaeron, the guy who deducted military money because of the theft filled the prison where you used to stay, and the severed head because of this incident can build a Beijing Temple. Are you afraid? ”

"That's ......"

"As an adjutant, you did a good job militarily. But Sir Lothar cares for you too much to tell you the filth behind it. It's not good, it's not good, where will there be only flowers and friends on the road to growth. ”

Tulayan lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly had some realization.

"You mean it's no longer profitable to continue the southern crusade?"

"In my opinion, there are pros and cons to everything."

"Carlos, speak human words."

"Sorry, I didn't step down from the position of life coach."

"Please continue."

"The actual situation is that after the past few years, the savings of my Barov family for hundreds of years have bottomed out, and the empty treasury of the Alterac Kingdom will not patronize the rats. The kingdom of Lordaeron is better, Gilneth and Fort Riptide are both bleeding, and Dalaran is newly built. It was also my old father-in-law who had a high vision, and he had been cutting flesh and bleeding, trying his best to behave like everyone else, and he had a generous name, and did not let the Lordaeron Kingdom become everyone's imaginary enemy. ”

"Now even Lordaeron is starting to want to recoup his roots?"

Tulayan thought for a moment, remembering the gambler, the kind of gambler who loses red-eyed.

"Yes, I hope to return to the basics, this description is very apt. But how do those who fight by imagination know what the front line is like. The orcs are also fighting for their lives, there is something wrong with their world, this is a life-and-death battle that has nothing to do with glory, the winner lives, the loser dies, where there is anything that could have been returned. ”

With the mass interrogation of the captives, Carlos was able to reveal some information that he couldn't say before, which made him feel very good.

"So what?"

Tulayan was a smart man who understood what Carlos had been reluctant to say.

"Keep drawing Sir Lothar's pie."

Carlos said.

And Tulayan, for the first time, thought of an idea, a word that I had heard others mention.

Son of Lothar.