When the second rain of September fell, Carlos finally set foot on the Burning Plains.

The elusive Sylvie. Morgan quietly infiltrated Carlos' team two days ago and conveyed an invitation signal like "Is it a good time to make a year".

However, Carlos's heart did not fluctuate, but he wanted to laugh a little, and then refused.

The double exhaustion of the body and mind made Carlos not have the slightest erotic fluctuation, and the knight king, who knew nothing about the advanced skills of "mending demons", only looked forward to battle reports and sleep every day.

The gaffe is out of control.

Whether it is the peak duel of the four-color dragon king or the war situation of the alliance and the tribe, they all deviate from the plan.

According to Luo Ning's report, the battle of the Dragon King was fought in an almost barbaric way for a day and a night, and then the Black Dragon King ate a big bomb from the Blue Dragon King, and used the recoil of the explosion to break away from the encirclement and flee in the direction of the sea.

So the four dragon bosses turned the life-and-death battle into a racing game.

Or will the dragons play......

In addition to lamenting that Nesario is worthy of being a big cousin, Carlos is also angry and wants to scold his mother.

The four of you are fighting happily, what should our alliance do?

The dragon alliance besieging Blackstone Mountain is a showmanship, it can be said that it is a force of the fox and the tiger, relying on the power of the dragon king of Malygos and Ysera to tactically intimidate the Black Dragon Legion that is shrinking into the Blackstone Tower. Now that the four bigwigs are racing cars, what do you want us to do with the alliance that fights to the death?

Even if the alliance is a good man who is not afraid of death, it is absolutely unacceptable to fight against the Black Dragon Legion and the Horde at the same time.

When everyone is dead, who will go back to Lordaeron to farm?

And what is more troublesome than the sudden drag racing of the dragon clan boss is the collective drug abuse of the tribe.

Without any reason, without warning, and without any scientific explanation, the Orcs of the Horde suddenly burst out with incredible combat power, driving the vanguard sent by Lothar back to the Blackstone Mountain Corridor, destroying the four fortress camps that the Alliance had hastily established.

Even if Lothar once again deploys troops, gives full play to the advantage of our large numbers, and lays down a forward position, it will not be able to make up for the strategic defeat.

Time, time is running out for the Alliance.

It's a ridiculous fact that the Alliance and the Horde, the humans and the orcs, the two races decide the right to live, but the referee is the black dragon upstairs.

The Black Dragon is not an invincible god, but the Expeditionary Force has no capital to exchange human lives for dragon lives, and it has been thirteen days since the Great Tear of the Grimbaatar Dragon King, and Lothar has not established the battlefield advantage on the side of the Alliance.

This is terrible.

Who can guarantee that the Black Dragon Legion will strictly maintain neutrality, after all, this is a large-scale battle of more than 300,000 people.

So when Carlos arrived on the Burning Plains, the first thing he did was not to see Lothar, but to find a way to contact the dragon liaison, eager to know what the legion of the red dragon and the green dragon who guarded the Blackstone Tower thought.

But the reply received was very desperate———— whether in terms of number or strength, this dragon alliance is no match for the Black Dragon Legion, if the alliance hopes for the help of the dragon clan, I am afraid that it will suffer an unexpected defeat. The significance of this dragon alliance as an existential legion is greater than the battle itself, as long as the coalition is still there, the black dragon of Black Stone Mountain cannot ignore the existence of the green dragon and the red dragon.

That's a good point, but there's an egg!

No general can accept such a battlefield situation, and it is better to shrink and develop when the abdomen and back are exposed to the enemy.

Carlos thought with his own head, thinking that if he was the supreme commander of the Alliance, he would most likely retreat to Ironforge, abandon half of the scorching canyon, and engage in a meat grinder-like war of attrition with the orcs.

Although this is a terrible disaster for the individual warriors, from the perspective of the alliance as a whole, it is the safest tactic that can even be called non-shooting.

So Carlos is not Lothar, he can't be the supreme commander of the alliance.

"Don't be nervous, Carlos, no news is the best news."

Patting Carlos on the shoulder, Lothar spoke softly and sincerely.

There are 200,000 macho men in the league, and one-fifth of them are Alteracs, and as the king of Alterac, Carlos is eligible for special treatment by Lothar.

"But the Black Dragon Legion is like the sword of Damocles...... I mean, like a sword hanging over our heads, it's too dangerous to properly handle the problems of Blackstone Mountain, and even if we defeat the orc tribe, we'll probably be the biggest losers. ”

Carlos was convinced by Lothar, Anduin. Lothar is an upright and trustworthy elder, so when talking to Lothar, Carlos doesn't engage in too much wordplay and intrigue, but directly expresses confusion and concern.

"It's not as bad as you think, and I've actually never really believed in the Guardian Dragon."

After Lothar finished speaking, she noticed that there was something wrong with the way Carlos looked at her, so she had to hurriedly explain.

"Well, actually, I mean to say that the dragon kings are high up and competent as guardians, but as saviors, you know."

"Yes, I have to admit that your comments are very pertinent, sir."

Carlos sighed a little, a hero is a talent, the angle of looking at the problem is really tricky, and looking at the eyesight of a person/dragon is called an accuracy.

"So I think I'm okay with your concerns."

"Oh?!"

Lothar led Carlos through a busy construction site to an underground command center rebuilt from the ruins.

On top of this command center, a three-story stone tower is being built.

Although the pale blue glow of the magic lantern does not have a cooling effect, it is unconsciously relieved from the physical and psychological heat of the burning plain.

Lothar poured a glass of wine, opened a jar from the suitcase next to her, which was clearly a magical creation, took out the cool crushed ice from the tong, shook it a few more times, and finally handed it to Carlos.

"Thank you."

Carlos took the glass, waited for a while, and found that Lothar did not have the idea of filling himself with a glass, and he was no longer polite, and drank it directly.

"Would you like another drink?"

Lothar asked.

"No need."

Carlos casually placed the cup on the table beside him.

"It's not the first day we've worked together, and you know that my first credo in leading the army is to share weal and worn. Do you know why I left such an arrogant thing in the command center? ”

Lothar closed the suitcase and asked Carlos.

"I'm actually curious too, it's not your style."

Carlos complimented tactfully.

"Because this suitcase once belonged to me, and now it is only returned to its original owner, I have no reason to refuse."

Lothar's face lit up at the mention of this.

"I hurried back to Alwyn from the Dark Swamp during the battle of the destruction of Stormwind, but unfortunately it was still a step late, Ryan's death shook everyone's confidence, and being able to take as many victims as possible was the only thing I could do."

Lothar seemed to think of something bad, and her face was a little gloomy.

"You may not believe it, but I spent days in Stormwind from the time the orcs broke the city until we fled, and yet I never even returned to my home. It's too busy, it's a race against time, there's always something to do, there's always something to do, and there's a lot of things to be done......"

"No, sir, I believe it."

Carlos replied in awe.

But Lothar only laughed and said nothing, and said no more.

So Carlos was stunned for a moment and then somewhat understood.

Seeing Carlos's face change, Lothar knew that the young king understood what he was saying, so she leaned into his ear and whispered, "This is the source of my faith, not a few promises from the dragon." ”

"I was too impatient to build four camps at the same time, but when the orcs came, they stabbed what seemed to be a strong fortress into a pile of garbage. So this time I decided to take it one step at a time, first to fix the nails firmly, and then think about the rest. If this fortress is not completed, I will not venture any further. Time is on our side. ”

Lothar paced slowly, her eyes not fixed on Carlos.

After saying these words, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance said no more, but simply listened to Carlos tell him what he had seen and heard.

It wasn't until dinner time that Lothar led Carlos out of the underground command center. Walking all the way around the camp, Carlos already had a rough idea in his mind that the fortress under construction where Lothar was located probably would not have more than five thousand people.

The Burning Plains is said to be a plain, but in fact, the landform in some areas is quite undulating.

The alliance troops who crossed the Black Rock Mountain first were only 30,000 people, and to guard against the possible interspersed raids of the orcs, there were six highlands that had to be defended and occupied, plus the problem of water sources, in fact, the teams were quite scattered.

It's no wonder that he and Lothar chatted in the command center for half an afternoon, and they didn't see a few familiar faces, so I'm afraid they were all sent to the front line by Lothar.

"Well, it's progressing very well, and in a week's time, the outlying works will be completely completed. With such a strong fortress, we will be able to transport more food and more ordnance. To be honest, the vanguard of 30,000 people can't form an absolute numerical crush against the orcs, and there are not enough manpower. ”

After walking around and seeing that the soldiers of the alliance had begun to eat, Lothar took Carlos back to his camp.

"Drinking water is a big problem, not just food and armaments. Without adequate preparation, it is a murder to rush too many troops over. ”

Carlos, who had impersonated a mercenary in the Scorching Canyon, had a good knowledge of the volcanic landscape, and suddenly understood why Marshal Lothar had built multiple camps at the same time.

Forced.

There are no surface rivers in the burning plains, and all potable water is deep groundwater. In addition to drilling wells, we can only rely on those pressure springs and artesian wells. So as much territory as there is drinking water.

In Tulayan's absence, Lothar had no permanent adjutant, so members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood acted as guards to manage the marshal's personal life.

To be honest, these macho men may be aristocratic lords themselves, but those who have seen pigs run may not be able to kill pigs for meat. A small meal will be subsidized by these rough guys... HOLY SHIT.

"Help, we'll have guests in a moment."

With a wave of his hand, letting the squire leave his tent, Lothar blushed and appealed to Carlos for help.

"Aha."

"Hehehaha."

The two of them laughed inexplicably for a while, and began to do their work, arranging the plates, carefully scraping the parts that were soaked in the soup, and correcting all the parts that did not meet the interests of the nobles. I have to say that the creature of the aristocracy has not been exposed to it since childhood, and it really can't be begiving. Simply Anduin. Lothar and Carlos. Barov were all qualified aristocrats.

The things are still those things, only the deletion has not been added, through Lothar and Carlos and the arrangement, finally a little noble taste.

"Sir, who are you here to feast on? I can't think of anyone who needs to do it to this extent, with your identity and my status. ”

Carlos asked the question after finishing his work, which was a sign of respect for Lothar and a faint curiosity.

"Of course it's a distinguished guest, no, no, no, don't look at me like that, I know you're a king. Ahem, the main thing is that this is a lady. ”

Lothar said in a huff.

"Oh~~~~~"

Carlos responded very unorthodoxically.

Not long after the rearrangement, the guards led a lady wearing a veil to Lothar's tent.

No, this body shape, this hair color, this pair of eyes, a little .......

"Carlos, let me introduce you, this is the famous heroine among women, Mrs. Morgan."

Lothar said politely.

"Sir, you're out of sight."

Mrs. Morgan replied in a gentle but cold voice.

"Madame, this is the king of Alterac, Carlos. Barov I. ”

What the hell is I? When will I die?

Carlos had 10,000 horses galloping through in his heart, no wonder Sylvie was mysteriously and sneakily covering up along the way, this is an ulterior motive, when did he get together with Lothar?

No, it seems that Lothar's body can't do anything with Silvie.

Gan! The amount of information is too much, and the brain is not good!!

"Hello ma'am."

Carlos's brain was a little short-circuited, so he had to fool him with the standard aristocratic smile that he had practiced for more than ten years.

"Gui'an."

Mrs. Morgan bowed slightly in return.

After the three of them were seated, Lothar quipped: "Carlos, you are a little rude, for a lady like this, you should kiss the hand." ”

"Sir, I don't mind, it's actually a blessing to see His Majesty Carlos here."

So says Mrs. Morgan.

"Oh?"

Lothar was suddenly curious, and Carlos looked dead.

"After all, His Majesty Carlos is an important client of the Morgan consortium, and His Majesty Carlos's status is so noble, so some methods are excluded."

"Aha, gaa?!"

Lothar was a little confused, looking at Carlos's blank expression, feeling as if she had done something wrong.

"But for the sake of the Alliance, for the common purpose of everyone, Your Majesty Carlos don't need to be too nervous, the credibility of the Barov family is not overdrawn, and I will not collect your debts. Peace of mind, peace of mind. ”

Mrs. Morgan used two reassurances in a row, but it was even more unreassuring.

The wise Lothar instantly completed the PY transaction behind the Barov family and the Morgan consortium, instantly understood what he had done wrong———— and put the creditors and debtors together.

it!

Lothar knows how much help he can provide to Carlos and the Barov family, so even if Carlos is embarrassed, he will not really hold a grudge against himself. Just like I have a request from Mrs. Morgan, even a duke and a king have to honestly set the plate.

"Sir, let's get down to business, the consortium has evaluated your proposal, and the answer is yes."

Mrs. Morgan's words made Lothar shoot straight to the point.

"Ma'am, are you serious?"

"Of course, in the face of such a big matter, any joke is tantamount to a crime."

Mrs. Morgan removed the face towel.

"Praise you for your beauty!"

Lothar took Mrs. Morgan's left hand and kissed the back of her hand.

In the ensuing conversation, Carlos finally pieced together a complete picture and couldn't help but be impressed by Lothar.

As the saying goes: ginger is still old and spicy, thieves are still old and slippery, bald heads are simply bald, and the Mediterranean has style.

While Carlos was still depressed by the threat of the Black Dragon, Lothar had found a solution.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend, and using the Morgan consortium and the Black Iron Dwarf's trading channels, Lothar tries to make a secret agreement with the Black Iron Dwarf. Lothar's proposal was of interest to the careerists of Darkforge, but as the commander of the Alliance, Lothar had to consider the attitude of Ironforge's allies. So if you want to get things done, the Morgan consortium is particularly important.

So in order to deepen the weight of his side, Lothar did not hesitate to bring Carlos, the king, as a companion.

The ultimate goal is to reach a substantive agreement with Mrs. Morgan and complete the contract of exchange of interests.

One meal, eleven courses, Anduin. Lothar and Sylvie. Morgan didn't move his knife and fork except for his wine glass, but Carlos. Comrade Barov turned depression into food and almost took the whole table.

Qualified nobles are masters of speech.

The actual deal had been done lightly, but because of Carlos's nonsense, Mrs. Morgan and Lothar's unawkward chat had stretched from the snow in Northrend to the rumors of giant turtles at sea in the ocean-going fleet.

When Carlos put down his knife and fork, the conversation between the two began.

"Sir Lothar, thank you for your hospitality."

"Madame is gracious."

"Then Your Majesty Carlos."

"I'm full."

“……”

Lothar's eyes widened, Carlos, what is this doing?

Then, looking at Carlos's heart-wrenched eyes, Lothar suddenly seemed to understand something.

"I'm well fed, I'm accompanied by four financial executives, and we have a night to talk about business issues in detail. You have strength when you're full, you say? ”

Mrs. Morgan said with a slight smile.

"Carlos, hard work."

Lothar thought and thought, and finally knew to pat him on the shoulder.

Carlos was not only the king, but also the powerful general of the Alliance, and his men had already set up tents in the camping area.

Under Lothar's watchful eye, Mrs. Morgan returned to the camp with four treasurers, who looked like snarky misers.

"Hey, it's not easy for everyone."

Lothar shook her head, didn't think too much about it, and was ready to go back to see how much scraps were left, and after relaxing, she was a little hungry.

And Carlos, on his side, as soon as he arrived at the campsite, had a big head.

"Hey... Mrs. Morgan, what do you want? ”

"Of course you fulfill the contract."

"Am I not fulfilling my promise? Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with my new wife running thousands of miles away? In addition to me, the king of the Seven Kingdoms of Lordaeron is on the front line! ”

Carlos was a little angry.

Even if he knew Sylvie in front of him. Morgan was in Mrs. Morgan's state, and he was still a little angry for some inexplicable reasons.

"Of course, your current state is far from breaking the contract. But compared to me, who has already paid and is constantly investing more, isn't there much sincerity in your efforts? ”

"What do you want?"

Carlos knew that his procrastination might be offended by Mrs. Morgan.

"Of course, you are asked to pay interest in advance."

Mrs. Morgan prescribed.

"What kind of interest?"

Carlos asked solemnly.

The Barov family's financial gap is uneven in a short period of time, and Carlos has no bargaining strength for the Morgan consortium's assistance.

"How's the meat debt being paid?"

Mrs. Morgan pulled out a beautiful little bottle.

"!"

Carlos knew he was being tricked.