Or greedy for money, or lustful, or short-sighted, or thirsty for killing, heroes and heroes always have this or that kind of broken problems, but as long as they are respected as heroes and heroes, there must be a common point - decisiveness.

To be decisive to the extreme, it is a very unscientific self-confidence.

The self-confidence of successful people is called a wise god, and martial arts are like a god.

The self-confidence of the loser is called blind arbitrariness and does not listen to people.

Therefore, self-confidence has nothing to do with right or wrong, what is right is providence, and what is wrong is the world!

Wild Tulayan came out again to brush up on his presence, and rushed back to Lothar with a vote of men and horses when Lothar was most hesitant, and said to the boss to fight.

Brother Guituan, the silver hand brother, has come out to show his muscles again, the Sprinkle family doesn't ask who the enemy is, only where the enemy is, Brother Anduin, stand up for the flag of Tianxingdao!

The relieved Terenus also used a small speaker of 50QB to shout, Lothar don't panic, I'll renew your membership when you pay your salary next month.

There is so much good news, so those generals who cry poor with tears don't care, everything that can move moves, and it is a fine tradition of my major alliance since ancient times that I can't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries.

How ancient?

That stupid question asked, more than two years, is not ancient!

By the time Carlos received the battle report, the Battle of the Valley had been a week earlier.

After thinking about it, combined with the information he had that no one else should know, Carlos slammed his fist on the granite beside him.

"Your Majesty?"

"Okay, win!"

Carlos, as an LV4 emperor ability, learned the skill of [Actor] without a teacher, and his anger turned into joy between lightning and flint.

"The alliance has won!"

"Your Majesty, but Sir Lothar's forces are probably ......"

"Give me the order, and the whole army will set out. Be sure to catch up with Marshal Lothar and join forces. ”

Carlos' army was already south of Lothar, and even though the news was nearly ten days behind, it would not be difficult to catch up with Lothar.

So when Carlos led Alterac's army to join Lothar in victory, Lothar welcomed Carlos with the most solemn ceremony.

"The orcs are finished, and they're in trouble. Don't miss the opportunity, there's no time to wait, Marshal! ”

When Lothar asked Carlos about the military strategy, Carlos didn't even have any opening remarks, directly pointing out Lothar's biggest doubts.

"You're saying that the factional struggle within the orcs has intensified?"

"Worse, no, it's supposed to be good for us. I'm afraid the orcs have fallen into civil strife. ”

"Oh?"

Lothar wanted to continue listening, but Carlos remained silent.

"So what do you think we should do?"

Lothar was able to reconcile such a big mess as the Alliance. Naturally, he is also an old and cunning person, who knows how to seek common ground while reserving differences, and directly skips this hurdle.

"Chase and fight."

"But at the moment, we don't have enough maneuver power at hand."

"Chase down Orgrim."

"Oh?"

"I think we can ......"

You don't have to make too many turns to talk to smart people, which is comfortable and trouble-free.

Lothar dismissed all the attendants around him, and Carlos snapped his fingers. Did the same thing.

No one knows Carlos. Barov and Anduin. Lothar talked about something, but when Tulayan and Uther, the old brothers, thought they could fight alongside Carlos again. It was true that Carlos had left his army behind and left alone.

"Marshal, Carlos...... Well, ahem, Your Majesty, he ......"

"Carlos. He is fighting the final battle on the battlefield that belongs to him. ”

Lothar's expression was cloudy as he answered Tulayan's question.

The defeat was like a mountain, and it was Orgrim who was talking about it.

Guldan's two-five boy not only drew his own knife in the back, but also helped him block the knife himself, and by the time Orgrim returned to the tribe's southwest camp exhausted, it was already a month later. Then the great chief of the tribe found that the port was empty.

Reed. The Black Hand cleared all the men and horses loyal to him, and returned to the wetlands with the Blackstone Clan, and Gul'dan cleared all the obstacles, and disappeared.

"Great Chief, now is not the time to be discouraged, the tribe is just a temporary defeat, on the other side of the sea, on the other side of the gate, the orc army is endless!"

In response to the encouragement of his subordinates, Orgrim responded with a hearty smile.

"You're right, gather our men, let the wetlands find a way to put together a fleet, and let the Dragonthroat Clan send more red dragons, we need to survive this difficult time."

How the Alliance and the Horde fight in Hillbride is no longer something that Carlos needs to care about.

Despite his calculations, the inertia of history has maintained the continuation of the timeline in another way. If nothing else, the alliance should have won. If something really happens, I can't control it.

Well, belong to him Carlos. The war of Barov, the war belonging to the Barov family, should have a result.

Oriden. Pirenod, Aiden's second son, the core figure of the anti-Carlos League, should be met.

Carlos led a guard of less than 300 men all the way north, as if to go to Lordaeron, but when he arrived at the western shore of Lake Lordamyr, he suddenly boarded a ship and disappeared from the view of all the men who followed him.

Under the cover of the thick fog of the night, Carlos landed at the location indicated by a secret map, and then sent men to surround a hidden manor nearby.

After clearing all the outposts, Carlos himself shook the brass bell outside the gate.

"Who?"

An old porter who was blind in one eye opened the baffle to observe the visitor, but found that he could not see the face of the visitor, so he had to squat down.

"Protector of the blood of the firstborn."

After the code words were spoken, the door opened.

How the old porter was Carlos's opponent, pressing the neck artery, the old man fainted, and the two thugs tried to blow the whistle in their mouths, but found that no matter how hard they tried, they really couldn't make a sound at all.

"Sora, don't kill."

Carlos stood where he was, stopping the mage's murderous trick while also alerting everyone involved in the action. Don't kill.

The guards rushed in and quickly took control of the manor, efficient and secretive.

Outside the main house, Carlos hesitated for a moment, finally realizing that what he was obsessed with was nothing more than hypocrisy. He smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and with a click, the handle and deadbolt were broken, and then the door was opened.

"Yo, hello everyone, count me in the party!"

Carlos opened his hands to a room full of current aristocrats, former aristocrats, promised future aristocrats. It seems to want to hug everyone present.

"It was the Queen Mother who betrayed me, didn't she?"

Oriden. Pirenod stopped the panic on his side and asked calmly.

"Aunt Sasha is the daughter of the Stark family, how could she do such a thing."

Carlos smiled gently.

"But only the queen mother did not come."

Auriden sighed.

"That's why I'm here."

Carlos left the door and walked into the lobby one step at a time, then patted someone on the shoulder at the end of the long table, motioned for him to stand up, and sat down on his own.

"Why?"

Carlos asked.

"You know."

Oriden's hand trembling a little as he held the glass. But his voice was clear, and his eyes didn't show much panic.

"Kill him. Kill him and everything will be solved! ”

Someone screamed out of fear, but Carlos and Oriden glared at each other, so they had to stop fighting.

"Against me, there is no problem, why betray the country? With the exception of Alterac City, all other lands can be ceded. All the inheritance of the Barov family can be dispensed without. What is the point of such revenge, and what is the use of such a crown? ”

Carlos looked at Oriden with sincere and serious eyes.

"It's not that exaggerated, the Proudmoore family wants Southsea Town, the Minerhill family wants Brill and Keldaron, and the Greymans family wants Hillbride North. Fort Riptide wants gold and silver jewelry, and Taren Mill is still mine. ”

Auriden replied blandly.

"Well, I'll take it for real, what's the charge?"

Carlos took two deep breaths and asked.

"Not guilty."

Auriden replied.

"Oh? I thought it was going to be a murderer. ”

Carlos laughed to himself.

"I know that you didn't kill my father, and it's our Pirenor family who owe you a personal favor in this matter."

Auriden's words were also sincere.

"Oh?!"

Carlos was a little surprised.

"Because of the betrayal of the alliance and the betrayal of humanity, it really doesn't taste good."

Auriden put down his glass, stood up, and shouted: "By the orders of the master, act!" ”

The nobles who opposed Carlos waited for the order of the alliance leader to draw their swords in unison, trying to sum up Carlos's life, but when the black claws pierced their chests, they looked at Oriden in horror.

"What a perfect script for His Majesty Carlos to return the crown to the Pirenor family at the beheise of his secret talks with the opposition, and to return the crown to the Pirenor family at the beheise of Alterac."

Surrounded by dragonmen, Oriden's eyes glowed with an abnormal scarlet look.

"It turned out to be the handiwork of the eldest cousin, no wonder, no wonder."

Carlos nodded calmly.

"Your Majesty, we are under attack by monsters!"

The chief guard rushed into the room and reported to Carlos about the enemy.

"None of them will be left."

"Huh? Be! ”

The chief of the guard perfectly embodies what it means for a soldier to take obedience as his duty, and to leave after receiving orders, depending on the situation in the room.

"Carlos, you're powerful, but what makes you so arrogant in front of the dragon's might?"

The dragons and half-dragons who have lifted the Transfiguration are all more than three meters tall, one, two, and three...... The seven-headed dragonman, the four-headed half-dragonman, is a behemoth fanning around Carlos, and Oriden considers himself the victor.

"Because I know Nesario has gone to the Outlands, of course."

Carlos stood up.

"Do you think these toy-like half-finished products can stop me?"

Tearing off his cloak and untying two hand axes from his back, Carlos' heart was full of fighting spirit.

It's a refreshing feeling that the long-lost confusion has been solved.

Thinking so, Carlos, who was in the shape of a million, threw out two hand axes, and then turned and ran, fighting with dragonmen in such a small room, he was not sick in his brain.

"Chase!"

"Cut~"

"Hahaha."

Auriden commanded the dragonmen to break the gate and rush out.

The black-haired human girl opened the curtain on the second floor with disdainful disdain.

The female dwarf eating potato chips looked at the small book in her hand and didn't know what to laugh at.

"Oni, get out, it's time for this muddy water to end."

"Old witch Chromie, the world is so big, how can I meet you anywhere?"

"Little Oni, I'm here to save your life, it's sad for you to say that."

“……”

The young and beautiful girl knew that she was not the opponent of the old witch who maliciously sold cuteness in front of her, so she had to suppress her anger and endure it.

"Let's make a bet that those of yours won't be Carlos' opponents."

"That's a hundred dragonmen!"

"Let's just bet or not."

"Bet on what?"

"Go back, go back to your lair."

Onexia thought about it, anyway, Chromie is in this town, and he doesn't have a chance to do it, everything is business as usual if he wins, and there is no loss if he loses, why not gamble!

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The beautiful girl stretched out her palm and wanted to high-five the gnome, but the female dwarf wiped her hands on the beautiful girl's sleeve with her greasy palm.

Endure, endure, forbearance, the dragon hates that Chromie can live until now, naturally it is not something that a little dragon who is less than two hundred years old like himself can deal with, Onexia took two deep breaths and suppressed the anger, and turned his gaze out the window.

In the enchantment of the Time Dragon, the space was solidified, and even though the dragons were rudely destroying the buildings in the manor, this small room on the second floor of the main house could not even feel the slightest tremor.

"This can't be?"

Slowly, Onexia's beautiful face rippled with surprise.

"Humans are an amazing race, anything is possible."

Chromie closed the book in his hand calmly.

"I've finished reading it again, and I don't know what to chase. I don't know if "Abnormal Warcraft Sights" has been updated! (To be continued.) )