Carlos. Barov's father in this life was the great politician Alex. Barov, Grand Duke Alex taught Carlos a lot of things and taught him how to be a good king.

In the previous life, his father was just an ordinary worker, and this ordinary father taught Carlos only one thing - how to be a human being. And this ordinary father has even forgotten his appearance, but the only lesson he left to his son, Carlos still deeply remembers: don't do things you are not good at, don't listen to the blind coaxing of the people around you, do things are the shadow of people, and when the shadow is crooked, people will be on the right track.

In the previous life, Carlos once turned his nose at this sentence, feeling that his father was too conservative, and if young people don't even have the strength to dare to rush, what is the difference between living and salted fish.

But in this life, in this life of being born in a wealthy family, as Carlos. In Barov's life, His Majesty the new King of Alterac deeply agreed with this sentence.

It turned out that it wasn't my father's words that were wrong, it was my understanding that was wrong.

In the era of laughing at poverty and not laughing at prostitution, material dominates everything, and some things that should not be represented by material are also forcibly represented, so how much potential material a person can dispose of has become the main criterion for measuring a person's value.

But in the world of Azeroth, Carlos experienced the honor that comes with fame and prestige, and the value of prestige, becoming a beneficiary of morality.

In the world of Azeroth, it is not established that the despicable live and the noble die, and the entire human society has the right to scheming, conspiring, conspiring, and conspiring, but all human beings jointly reject dishonorable people or things. Conversely, great or noble people will be treated accordingly in this society.

So His Majesty Carlos, dressed in glory, made the human soldiers hostile to the trolls obey the king's orders with just words.

Even if reluctantly, but the king's orders must be obeyed.

Under the first regression of humanity. The Zumashal troll group, which was already in a vulnerable position, also had to retreat.

You take a step back, I take a step back, and there is room for communication.

Although like Zumashal's new prime minister, the broken teeth. At Carlos's suggestion, Trolls who were willing to abandon their old habits bought tooth rings made by humans to inlay their teeth.

Toothbreakers and prosthetics have emerged among the trolls who are beautiful with their natural teeth.

Carlos forcibly pulled Tulayan to present the new queen Ilsavins with a complete set of royal honor guards and extravagant items on behalf of the Alliance, demanding that the new queen of trolls, Ilsavins, show the majesty of a king.

Having lost communication with the spirit of the prophet she believed in, Ilsawens was in a panic of loneliness in her heart. Accepted the advice of the humans and began to live according to the lifestyle recommended by the humans, and reformed the troll social structure of Zumashar according to the suggestions given by the humans.

"Carlos, is this working? Everything is now based on the crush of our army, and once we leave, I'm afraid everything will return to the way it was, and the trolls will turn against us with everything we've given them. Carlos, I'm really scared that everything we're doing is feeding tigers. "As one of the witnesses of history, Tulayan is both new and full of worries.

"Your doubts are normal. It is also reasonable. Our transformation is not complete, and there are still two steps left before our plan can be considered successful. Carlos comforted Tulayan with confidence.

"Which two steps?"

"A common language and the blood of the same kind."

That's what Carlos said, and that's what he did.

Forcing trolls to learn the lingua franca of humanity is a thankless task, and can easily provoke racial antagonism.

But it's much easier to entice the trolls to take the initiative to learn the lingua franca of humanity and make a gesture that I won't hand over orders from above to you.

Under Carlos's operation, a large portion of the trolls' belongings were distributed to the soldiers. Carlos and Tulayan jointly issued an order that officers at the squadron leader level must supervise the soldiers' use of the issued belongings to buy supplies from the trolls of Zumashal. Any supplies.

Meanwhile, at the official level, Coalition Adjutant Tulayan rejected the offer of Queen Ilsavins and his prime minister, Mr. Broken Tooth, vetoed requests for loans and gratuitous aid, insisting that food could only be supplied to the moss trolls by purchasing them with treasure.

On the other hand, Carlos was singing red face at the same time as Tulayan. Singing their own white faces, allowing the trolls to privately buy their rations from the soldiers.

It took so much effort and detours to force the trolls to take the initiative to learn the lingua franca of humanity.

Comparison is the common trait of all intelligent beings, led by the cronies cultivated by Mr. Broken Tooth. The trolls found themselves unable to speak lingua franca, and a piece of dog's head gold the size of a fist could only be exchanged for the same volume of wheat, while a troll who could communicate with humans could exchange half the size of gold for five sacks of wheat.

It's not fair! This is bullying! No, bully trolls!

So the common trolls began to complain to the leader, and the leaders began to complain to their new prime minister, Mr. Broken Tooth, and after asking for instructions from the drunken queen, Mr. Broken Tooth and the drunken queen immediately sent an instructor who had already been prepared to teach the troll lingua franca.

Don't find language hard to learn, stimulated by the threat of hunger and pink eye, trolls will soon be able to communicate with humans in a superficial, verbal way.

As soon as communication becomes widespread, hatred begins to fade.

After another ten days, Carlos felt that the time was almost up, so he asked Tulayan to relent, and the alliance agreed to aid the trolls of Zumashal. However, according to the rules, trolls who want to receive relief food must fill out a written application.

Yes, fill out a written application in the common human script.

The people in the troll group who know their own characters are high-ranking people such as noble priests, and ordinary trolls generally have the expression of "Are you kidding me" when they hear the news. So Mr. Broken Tooth's nursery went into action again, saying: "Is it possible to sit and wait for the food to fall from the sky, writing that thing is the price of food."

When the trolls heard this, it made sense, it was too difficult to survive this winter by hunting, but there were still two months to start planting, and without human relief, Zumashar would starve to death at least half of the trolls.

Under the pressure of reality. The trolls simply gave in.

It's nothing more than rote memorization, and can it be harder than single-handing an adult bucktooth bear?

Carlos doesn't mind, whether you understand the application or rote memorization, culture is something that will quietly affect you after you start to dismantle. It's not a question of whether you want to stop it or not.

For half a month, at least a thousand trolls have been able to lick their faces and ask for a change of place for resting human soldiers.

Speaking in a half-literate troll accent in the lingua franca of humanity, the soldiers ordered by Carlos and Tulayan began to get close to the toothbreakers and teethers, as well as the young trolls. Tobacco, alcohol, candy and all sorts of novelty gadgets, as long as you can say "hello", "nice to meet you", "I'm the new troll", everyone can have a cigarette and take two puffs.

And some clever and purposeful trolls have been able to ask the human soldiers stories of human society.

Blow who won't, in the mouths of human soldiers. Carlos and Tulayan and other high-ranking military officials have become supermen with three heads and six arms, and the head of the alliance, Lothar, is a five-meter-tall monster, who knows where the small village in the countryside has become a fairyland on earth like Dalaran.

To sum it up in one sentence, human society is good, whether you trolls believe it or not, anyway, I believe it.

From the Northland fortress to Zumashal, the road is difficult to navigate through the mountainous woodlands. It takes four days to travel each way, and the transportation of materials can only be carried by people and horses.

To show sincerity. In order to transport more material, Carlos' army of 3,000 was divided into two parts, alternating between the two places.

As for the trolls, it means that you have shown initial sincerity, and we generally withdraw our troops to show sincerity.

Trolls eat this, and humans talk about credit. We also speak! More prosthetists appeared.

Then the plan could go deeper, and humanity began to teach openly, selling numbered iron and things that were previously listed as forbidden items to the prostheses, as well as a large number of luxury goods.

"Your Majesty, do it again. The soldiers had no intention of fighting, and they were all about to become merchants. "Aslan. Ann complained to Carlos.

"Everything was worth it. But your concerns should also be taken seriously. From today onwards, let the logistics officer send more people to keep an eye on the material warehouse. At the same time, the soldiers doubled their training. ”

Carlos had a sentence that he didn't say, exchanging the attenuation of the combat power of three thousand human soldiers for the humanization of three thousand trolls, this business is a sure deal. The consequences Carlos had thought about for a long time, but he thought it was worth it.

"Yes, my majesty, I will train those boys well. The soldiers brought by General Tulayan ......"

"Relay my orders to Tulayan, he knows how."

"Yes."

Because Aslan. Reminded of the prayers, Carlos came up with an idea.

In order to get to know each other better, Carlos proposes a competitive tournament to Ilsavins.

And because of the crisis of faith, the troll queen who didn't care about anything agreed at all.

So, Zumashar spontaneously selected 300 warriors to deal with the challenge from humans.

Athletics, you humans are still far behind!

All trolls have such thoughts and superiority feelings.

"People can die, but they can't lose their faces, understand?"

Under the words of Carlos and Tulayan, the morale of the three hundred best human soldiers was like a rainbow.

However, the reality is cruel, in non-lethal competitive events, the physical advantage of trolls is too great, and out of forty-six competitions, humans only win seventeen of them, a little more than a third.

The troll's pride exploded instantly.

But in the last team competition, where 200 people fought against 200 people, almost all humans and trolls watched the main event, even if they used wooden weapons and shields, humans still crushed the trolls with zero casualties, which made the trolls incomprehensible and unacceptable.

Why were weak humans able to defeat powerful trolls, why was it so thousands of years ago, and still is, why?

Some trolls can't understand such a scene, it's not a tragic victory, it's not a small victory, it's a big victory, it's zero casualties, in the pile of trolls that can't afford to fall to the ground, the fact that humans stand proudly, and none of them lie down, this fact shatters the last pride of the trolls.

What the hell is wrong with this world?

"It can't be!" A drunken Ilsawens also woke up from her hangover and shouted triumphantly from the stands.

"There are two hundred paladins, all of them veterans of the battlefield, and each of them has at least the rank of lieutenant, and if they all lose, I will dismantle them all and rebuild them." Carlos said to Tulayan with a smile on his face.

"But zero casualties is unexpected. But your Aslan. Qi An is really shameless, a general at the level of a big knight changes his clothes and ends up. Tulayan nodded in agreement with Carlos. Those two hundred people are the elite of the alliance, and if there is a problem in fighting trolls, then the alliance should be finished.

"Cut, there are a lot of high-ranking people you brought, where are all those people?" Carlos sneered.

The tournament brings the trolls 90 percent of the fun and the darkest and bleakest of the ends.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mr. Broken Tooth throws out his "New Troll Civilization Project".

Reality speaks louder than words. Humanity has proved that the power of civilization is enough to crush ignorant barbarism, and the trolls of Zumashal have finally begun to face up to the power of the word civilization from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plan is more than half successful, and we are only one last step away from going home." That night, at a banquet to celebrate the success of the two hundred warriors, Carlos said this to all the generals.

The last step of the plan is divided into two plans, which are the "Headhunter Plan" and the "Mercenary Plan"

The Garrison Death Squad warriors burn the trolls for half a year. In this cold winter, hunting is simply not enough to support the survival of the entire tribe. And the little food provided by Carlos and Tulayan's relief can only be used by humans to hang their lives, let alone trolls who can eat more. When Zumashal's centuries-old savings are exhausted, Mr. Broken Tooth throws out the "Headhunter Plan".

The so-called headhunter plan is that Zumashal's new trolls will obtain money by clearing other troll clans, which can be exchanged for survival materials with humans, and at the same time take over the food of other clans.

If it weren't for Carlos and his army stationed in Zumashal, the Evil Moss Clan would have done this a long time ago. It's not a clan troll, it's just food.

But the new trolls who have taken over the tooth prosthesis have sworn to renounce their vices. No more cannibalism, so Carlos gave a compensation pact.

As long as the Toothmakers bring back the heads of other cannibal trolls. The Alliance will compensate the Trolls with gold. Headhunters are also given limited trading rights and tax exemptions.

Although Carlos could not represent the Alliance, Carlos had absolute confidence in convincing the nobles of Stratholme and Terenus to persevere.

After all, the profits are too lucrative.

With trepidation in mind, the first group of toothed headhunters set off with weapons and armor sponsored by human friendship. Fourteen days later, the Toothed Headhunters returned to Zumashar with a handful of things and a lot of treasure to reveal and many young captives.

"Your Majesty, your plan has largely succeeded. Look at the headhunters who are smiling so happily. The moss trolls have changed, and Zumashal will return to the embrace of civilization "Broken Teeth. Shuma said.

"Mr. One Tooth, this is the last time I will call you Mr. One Tooth. If I'm not mistaken, in the Evil Tooth Clan, only the patriarch can cut off his own teeth. Isn't it, you cunning fellow. Carlos didn't answer the words of the Prime Minister with Broken Teeth.

"Yes, this is my little determination and ambition, one day, I will let the stupid and savage guys of Hinterland know that I am the right one, and that sticking to tradition will not bypass the trolls for a better tomorrow!" The Prime Minister of Broken Tooth said in an excited and expectant tone.

"In the face of power and **, friendship is so fragile. I have a lot of friends, but very few real friends. Sometimes I regret that I turned my only real friend in the troll into a prime minister. ”

Carlos's heartfelt words made the once lone tooth. Bad teeth, now broken teeth. Shuma was also silent.

"Young Master, my Young Master Carlos, thank you for treating me as a friend. I believe that as long as our original intentions remain the same, the rise in status will only strengthen our friendship, not change it. ”

"Hopefully, when the mercenary plan is successfully implemented, I will leave with someone, this Zumashar belongs to you, do you need me to help you solve the trouble of Queen Ilsavins?"

"No, Ilsawens is still useful"

After a short conversation, the two quickly separated, and the change in status and position made it inconvenient for the two to talk more in public.

The so-called mercenary plan is not that Carlos needs Zumashal to provide troops for the alliance. Rather, Carlos wants to give the chosen troll the benefit of falling from the sky.

Zumashar is to stand in the south of Zuaman, and the population is small, so there will not be too many so-called mercenaries, at most three hundred to five hundred people, and they must be teethers.

This group of mercenaries serves as political mascots. They will be taken by Carlos at all times, carefully protected, and released back to Zumashar after the Second Orc War.

Through war-fed friendships, these lucky trolls will ...... humanity and the Alliance At the very least, there will be a kind of closeness to the kingdom of Alterac. And after seeing the prosperity of the world, these lucky people cannot bear the poverty of Zuaman or Zujin's Amani.

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to simplicity, this group of mercenaries will stand on the identity of the past to teach other trolls the importance of Sino-Japanese friendship, no, the importance of human and demon friendship.

These trolls who return to Zumashar with plenty of war bounties will be the backbone of the bridge of friendship between humans and trolls. As long as these trolls live for the next twenty years, the overall situation of humans and trolls on the continent of Lordaeron will be rewritten.

With Zumashal's name, humanity's interference in the internal affairs of the troll race has a name for justice.

If the whole plan succeeds, humanity will be freed from the shadow of being dominated by rising trolls.

"Carlos, what do you think that troll hero Zujin will do in Aurelia's hometown?"

It's been a long time since the goddess left, and Tulayan began to miss Aurelia as he drew to the end of Zumashal's strategy.

"Zujin won't succeed, but the trolls fail, and only we are invincible."

"Say I can understand."

"Listen up, Tulayan, we have created a whole new future."

A sense of earth-changing exhilaration, pervades Carlos. (To be continued......)