Bypassing the defense zone of the Lordaeron Navy, Quel'Thalas's fleet had no idea of greeting the Minethil family.

If you have the strength, you can really do whatever you want.

Terenus. Minecil II also had no idea of pursuing it.

Even most of the members of the alliance didn't know what the High Elf fleet was trying to do, and the forces that detected it were only curious about their purpose.

So when the elven legion landed in the port area of Dalaran, all those in the know breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't trouble me.

As a result, the Dalaran fryer, which was originally the hardest-hit area of espionage, was fryed.

Numerous orders were sent to the lurkers, ordering them to find out the High Elves' movements.

Therefore, Carlos resisted the longing for his relatives and lived alone on the battleship.

Is Mother okay?

Is Illucia okay?

Is your little sister okay?

It was a small group back then, but now it's grown into a beautiful girl.

That bastard boy at Wilton can't beat him with his own hands, it's a pity.

After his father got in touch, Carlos single-handedly concocted the current situation.

Gather relatives in Dalaran to facilitate protection and the next action.

However, due to the investigation of various forces, the elven warships in the port area were under full martial law, and Carlos never left the cabin for the sake of secrecy.

This made him a little lonely, but also a little happy.

The reason for loneliness is self-evident, and the root and seedling of rejoicing are Tirio. Fording really lives up to the name of Galeries Lafayette.

A macho man who can pull out the silver dawn with one hand, even if he is in his twenties, he is still a macho man.

Even if Carlos was absent from the dispatch, Tirio. Fording still kept the troops pulled out in good order.

According to the original plan, half of the fleet's troops would enter Dalaran to defend the prince's safety as Kael'thas personal guards, while the remaining half would follow the fleet. The fleet went on the way to feign anti-navigation, and the deep-water navigation area took advantage of the night to get rid of the surveillance and break into the city of Alterac, and made a stop on the way to transport Carlos's secretly formed troops to Alterac,

Originally, it was like this.

Even if Antonidas was dissatisfied, Quel'Thalas's prestige and Kael'thas promises were enough to make the Kenrito Council compromise.

But that's where Kael'thas comes in.

The "young" prince was deeply dissatisfied with his father's distrust.

Under the pretext of inspecting the fleet, Kael'thas came to see Carlos.

"I knew you were still alive, how could a guy like you die on that occasion."

Kael'thas gave Carlos a warm hug and began to attack.

"Why did your father make such a decision, and what did you say to your father?"

After a moment's thought, Carlos realized that Kael'thas didn't know that Anastarian was running out of life.

"You shouldn't have come."

"To hell with your plans, tell me, what the hell is going on in Silvermoon City?"

Kael'thas waved his hand, and his words and deeds were already quite kingly.

But what does this make Carlos say, tell Kael'thas that I had a dirty PY deal with your dad, and that your dad is going to help you kill people and set fire to the gold belt?

There's no way to say it's easy to cut down.

So Carlos could only pretend to be deep.

"Do you think your dad will hurt you?"

"No, it won't."

"Then what are you pretentious about?"

"You!"

As an immortal, Kael'thas does not have a deep sense of ten years, but he keenly notices that Carlos has a sense of urgency and an incongruous sense of dislocation.

After a moment's thought, Kael'thas left, and he decided to gather some more information.

So on the evening of the third day after entering the port, the fleet set sail again.

Carlos found a hidden position and watched the towering Violet Tower in the center of Dalaran fade into view, and gathered his mind to prepare for the next battle.

However, just as he turned around, a familiar voice rang out.

"Now, you can tell me the truth."

Carlos sighed.

"The truth is that you're a fool."

"You'd better give me an explanation."

Kael'thas lifted his disguise and said in a disgruntled and threatening tone.

"You shouldn't have left Dalaran, your mage's tower."

Kael'thas has an IQ that is a lot higher than the average, so he naturally understands Carlos's subtle advice.

"Who wants to work against me so much that my father needs to send an army to protect me."

"Think for yourself, think boldly, think as much as you can think of."

Carlos couldn't give a positive answer because of the promise he made with Anastarian, but it didn't stop him from fooling Kael'thas in the slightest.

Praise the great art of language.

"No, I have to rush back to Silvermoon City!"

"And then die halfway?"

Carlos said to Kael'thas in an almost cynical tone.

When I was young and ignorant, I thought that only the human kingdom was intrigued, and when I grew up, I found that all of them were the same, and the two fools were still fighting with the big ice mound for control of the body, and Kil'Gardan was at odds with Akmund, you Kael'thas pretended to be a filial son in front of me, did you want to cover up the internal contradictions of Silvermoon City?

It's an illusion, what are you hiding?

You insult my IQ, and you don't allow me to speak yin and yang.

"I am the prince of Silvermoon City, who dares to kill me!"

Carlos smiled and didn't speak.

After a three-quarters of a minute of cold play, Kael'thas gave up his disguise and asked with some embarrassment.

"You know everything?"

"I came out of Queldanus, what do you think?"

"Hey, those guys, why can't they read history books properly."

"What do you mean?"

"Where do you think the contradiction in the core of Silvermoon City is?"

"Class solidification?"

"It's the sunwell."

"Aha?"

"Which of those guys is not a son and daughter's family and which one is not a pillar of the country, but on the issue of the Sun Well, the more powerful the mage, the more they can't withstand the temptation, they forget the tragedy of the Eternal Well back then, and only know that they are constantly forcing my father to open up more authority to them, and they only know how to draw power endlessly."

Kael'thas said resentfully.

"Shouldn't you block the barrier of the Sun Well, the bloodline of your Sunseeker family is the key, right?"

Carlos suddenly asked, but in exchange for Kael'thas's fried hair.

"How do you know!"

Carlos wiped his face.

"I said I guess you believe it or not."

Suddenly, Carlos understood why Anastarian was making a deal with him, and why he sent the Spellbreaker to protect Kael'thas.

"Now what do you say, go back to Dalaran?"

"I'll go with you."

"What if you're assassinated?"

Carlos said with a wicked smirk.

"I'm very strong!"

Kael'thas is confident.

Carlos looked up and down, smacking his lips and not speaking.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

"Don't you know that the fire method has been cut?"

"Huh?"

"Take it easy, let's talk, that's right."

Carlos didn't take a possible assassination seriously, and it was better for Kael'thas to stay with him for protection.

So just like that, chatting and blowing, drinking a little wine and blowing the wind, it is already a deeper moment outside the window.

Following the light signal on the shore, countless dinghys were lowered. Fording was one of the first people to get on board.

"Prince Kael'thas."

After saluting Kael'thas, Tirio. Furding didn't have more aristocratic etiquette, and he reported the situation directly to Carlos in a strong suit.

"Carlos, there are more people and equipment than expected, we may not be able to complete the loading before dawn, and I am afraid that we will not be able to ...... on time in the early morning of the day after tomorrow."

Without waiting for Tirio to finish, Carlos interrupted him directly.

"Who do you look down on, this is His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas, Archmage of Dalaran, Archmage understands? Great~~~ Mage! ”

Kael'thas was stunned at first, and then understood that this was a "killing".

So he snorted coldly, and three emerald green magic beads surrounded his body, and then several cold paths connected from the shore tidal flats to the side of the battleship, serving as temporary docks.

"I'm going to rest first."

With that, Kael'thas left the deck with some dissatisfaction.

"Carlos, why did the prince of Silvermoon City ......"

Tirio. Furding asked, a little confused.

"Instead of caring about these, let's study the blockade route more, this operation can only succeed and not fail."

Carlos digressed.

"What about our flag, have you thought about it?"

Tirio was also slightly dissatisfied, feeling that Carlos's whole person seemed to be a little emotionally unstable, but the homeland was in sight, and it seemed normal, so he didn't delve into it.

"If you think about it, let's call it the Scarlet Crusaders, the banner of the Red Cross on a white background."

When Carlos finished speaking, Tirio nodded, and got back into the boat to return to shore to make arrangements.

The night breeze hit, and Carlos was alone again, suppressing the ups and downs of his emotions.

He also found that his previous emotions were wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Only Chromie, who was in the distance, watched all this, and couldn't help himself, he heard it, he heard it, he must have heard it.

The whispers of the Elder Gods, Carlos heard!