"Lord Gul'dan, is it really okay for us to leave like this?"

Tyrone. The Bloodfiend followed Gul'dan to the seashore, watching the orc warlocks and warriors do their hard work, with no intention of helping.

In a promontory bay northwest of Zuaman, there is an extremely hidden temporary dock, where Gul'dan has hoarded all the stolen runestones, ready to secretly transport them back to the tribe's territory.

"Enough, the plan can go ahead, and you can play a little trick again, hahahaha."

Gul'dan smiled happily, and this pleasure came from the satisfaction of strength and knowledge.

"Those elves don't know how to use the treasure, and they only use the rune stone as the fulcrum of the magic circuit, and the magic of the elves is nothing more than Er'er."

Because he was in a good mood, Gul'dan casually opened his mouth and mocked.

"Lord Gul'dan, I can't get involved in your magical attainments, but I would like to remind you that the naval fleet of the elves is far more terrifying than their magic, and these three ships alone cannot transport all the runestones you have collected at once."

Tyrone. The Blood Demon said with a calm gaze.

"You make a lot of sense, so we need more time, the next fleet will arrive in at least three days, and we have to set aside at least five days, considering that accidents always happen."

Guldandu was about to open his mouth, but his words changed at the end.

"Forget it, you stay here to supervise their work, I'll handle all this personally, if the goods are loaded and I don't come back in time, then don't wait for me, just leave."

"Yes, master, I will urge them to follow through on your resolution."

"Hmm."

Gul'dan nodded, thinking again. Greeted a group of men and walked out of the secret dock.

Tyrone. As a Death Knight, the Blood Demon has long since ceased to simply believe in his own eyes, let alone believe the words of others, even if this person is his master Gul'dan.

After Guldan's breath was far away, Tyrone. The Bloodfiend condensed a thin shadow in his hands. These efficacious shadows drifted through the air. Gradually, gathering around the Death Knight, with Tyrone. The Bloodseeker walks around seemingly nonchalantly, carving out his own territory in the world of energy.

Five Shadow Eyes, the master of Gul'dan really values these goods.

Tyrone. The Blood Demon grinned, his skin already corroded and shattered by the power of time and the Shadows cracked open a scaly-like crack under such movements, like the belly of a snake, but quickly recovered under the power of the Shadows.

Using some small means to temporarily block Gul'dan's surveillance and control of himself and this dock camp, Tyron. Bloodseeker walked to a stockpile point. A large wooden box made of ground rune stone mixed with the blood of magical energy and divided into magical runes was pulled out of the other goods with one hand.

Hesitate for a long time, Tyrone. Bloodseeker decided not to open the chest.

"Add an extra layer of tarp."

Tyrone. After the Blood Demon finished his order, he sat down on the box and lifted the little trick of fooling Gul'dan.

Almost at the same time, the human king Carlos. Barov with High Elf Ranger Lord Aurelia. The Windrangers' coalition forces grabbed the tail of a troll unit on their way towards Zuaman.

"Carlos, we must catch up with this troll!"

At dinner in the evening, Carlos. The only privilege that Barov enjoyed as a king was a small piece of butter, and beyond that. Carlos's dry rations were no different from ordinary soldiers.

Chewing on the somewhat stiff dry rations of the march, the king of Alterac signaled that he had heard. Nodding his head, Aurelia continued.

"Our sentry caught two tongues, and one of them hooked. The trolls are targeting the middle of the same forest, and it's not enough for the beasts to wreak havoc on the east, they want to drive all the civilians back to Silvermoon City or kill them. We can't sit idly by, a large number of refugees are gathered in the trolls' path, if we sit idly by. That would be tantamount to murder! ”

Aurelia. Windranger's originally crisp and melodious voice suddenly rose an octave when he spoke the word "murder", and it was a little broken.

Carlos suddenly slapped Tulayan's arm vigorously, and Tulayan glanced at it and threw the water bladder to his friend in a hurry.

"Well, I really want to hang the logistics officer up and beat him. It's unpalatable. ”

Carlos poured half a bag of water in two gulps and hammered his chest a few more times before finally swallowing the breath.

"I have fried jerky here, do you want it?"

Tulayan threw Carlos a piece of black bark, and Carlos took it, sniffed it, rubbed his hand on the lining of his skirt, then crumpled the fried jerky into dregs and sprinkled it on the marching rations, and then took a bite.

"From very unpalatable to generally unpalatable, fried jerky is a great invention."

Carlos happily made a statement that something like removing the head and eating it, and having five times the protein content of the Minotaur.

"As a king, isn't it natural to enjoy such a small amount of preferential treatment? You don't want to think that the soldiers are trying to climb up, just to eat more meat? Divide your butter among me. ”

Tulayan sat on the ground, his thighs pressed against the scabbard of the dagger, and he didn't bother to move his body, and directly stretched out his fingers to pinch Carlos's butter.

……

Aurelia stood still, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, calming her violent emotions.

"Your Majesty Carlos, General Tulayan. Our Queldore's Ranger Force has spotted most of the trolls' whereabouts, please instruct. ”

Carlos stared blankly at Aurelia's satchel, and through the gap in the satchel he saw something resembling a peel and a leaf.

Taking another deep breath, Aurelia used her deep breathing skill.

Throwing Carlos a piece of fruit, Aurelia stopped talking angrily, and watched with her hands on her hips as the important young men of the two alliances in front of her fiddled with the marching rations.

"It's not tasty, it's sour."

Carlos threw the remaining half of the fruit to Tulayan, who didn't care, and after eating it, commented: "It's really sour." ”

Although interspersed with slapsticks and ridicule, a meal is actually about five points.

Standing up and clapping his hands, shaking off the food scraps that had fallen on his body, Carlos finally got serious.

"Marshal Aurelia. Please pay attention to one thing, there are 10,000 trolls, and even if we kill 500, there will still be 9,500 left. According to the information you provided, we have found traces of more than 3,000 trolls, so here's the problem. Where are the remaining six thousand trolls? If I don't figure this out, how do you want me to fight the three thousand trolls in front of me? ”

Carlos asked rhetorically in a nonchalant tone.

"My good boys and girls will do a good job of investigating."

Aurelia has a lot of trust in the Queldore's elves, and Carlos. Barov's questioning didn't matter, there was no way for the trolls to circumvent the elven rangers' scouting nets and play ambush tactics and outflanking roundabouts.

"Remember what my answer was to you?" Carlos abruptly diverted the subject.

"Huh?"

"Got it. I know. I know you can handle it. Aurelia, you elves are the masters of this forest, in the case of a set strategy, it doesn't matter how the tactics change, as long as the tactics that can achieve the strategic goal are good tactics. I trust you so much, but your current performance is not worthy of my trust. ”

Carlos said in a solemn tone. Aurelia was speechless.

Because of the death of her brother Lillas, although Aurelia still maintains her calm on the surface, her heart is actually in chaos. In her view, both humans and coalitions are just tools for revenge, and she has forgotten how to treat her allies with sincerity.

"I'll step up reconnaissance, and I'll give you a battle plan later."

Aurelia is not an ordinary person after all, as a hero who has been famous for a long time in Quel'Salas, the drum does not need a hammer. The mature Ranger Lord understood the meaning of Carlos's words.

Before leaving, Aurelia pulled out two more fruits and threw them to Tulayan and Carlos.

"Hmm. This is sweet. Tulayan nodded, looking intoxicated.

"This is really revengeful......"

Carlos felt a hint of bitterness in the sweetness, and looked down to see half of the worm......

The troops marched in the field, not so much exquisite, there were tents crowded into tents, and there were no tents to sleep like blankets around a campfire.

After the generals arranged the sentry arrangement. After inspecting the camp, Carlos gathered all the generals and half of the wing commanders.

Two people with a bag of wine, which can be regarded as sympathy for his subordinates, Carlos looked at the officers around the campfire, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment -- this is half of my team.

Seeing that the king had gathered everyone together, they did not speak for a long time. Henry Shet, relying on his seniority, first asked, "Your Majesty, what are you summoning us for?" ”

"Let's drink some wine first, roast the fire, don't worry, the night is still long."

Carlos pressed his palm down, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

After a few more moments, Carlos spoke.

"Although everyone has fought a lot with me, except for the old guys who have been with me in Hillbride, I don't think anyone else has fought with me very often. Although I am not very old, if I count my military age, I am afraid that I am still above many people. Here I will rely on the old and sell the old, and talk about it casually. ”

Carlos rubbed his hands, the night wind in this season was already a little cold.

"First of all, we have to figure out why we should leave our warm fortresses and camps and come to the Yongge Forest to fight the elves. With a country as powerful as Quel'Thalas, does it still need our humans to help? I know a lot of people just because of my orders, the king's orders, habitual obedience. It's good and it's not good. If even you don't understand this question, how do you answer when the soldiers below ask you? Fighting with doubts is not good after all. ”

Adjust your sitting position, Carlos continued.

"I used to be troubled and wondered why orcs and trolls appeared in our human world, and this should not be the fate of the Alliance! On the contrary, someone answered me -- times have changed. Yes, times have changed, the orcs have come, the trolls have jumped out, they want to enslave us, dominate us, rob us of our food and women, kill our parents and children, and want to turn us into their slaves. Times have changed, and it is impossible to cultivate the land well. ”

Finding that the officers were listening to him, Carlos paused to give his subordinates time to think and buffer, and then continued.

"Maybe you will wonder, does this have anything to do with us coming to this mountain forest to help elves fight trolls with half a copper coin? Yes, my comrades-in-arms, yes. Some of you may not have seen the ferocity of the orcs. In Hilbride, our alliance of more than 100,000 troops and 50,000 orcs fought a stalemate, tug-of-war, and it almost took three alliance men to exchange the orc's life. Although the war has been going on so far, the battle loss ratio has been reduced to 2.5 to 1, but this is still a not optimistic number. So we need reinforcements, we need allies, we need to unite all the friends we can unite and fight all the enemies we can. ”

Seeing his subordinates frowning, Carlos felt that it was time to add fuel to the fire.

"These Amani trolls of Zuaman, dressed in tribal-made armor and weapons, snatched elven food and shouted arrogantly before us. Can this be endured? They have become our enemies, and if they are left alone, sooner or later they will break through the mountains and come into our world, and we must keep them out of our borders. Today, we don't help the elves, tomorrow, we don't help the dwarves, and the day after tomorrow, we don't help the gnomes, so who will help us when it's our human turn to suffer? ”

Carlos reached out and took the wine bag handed by the guard, and took a sip to warm his stomach and moisten his throat.

"There is no need to tell you these truths, soldiers, fight, slash, that's enough. But I don't want my soldiers, my officers, and my nobles to be a bunch of unreasonable fools. That's why I'm speaking to you. Now that we've talked about the benefits, let's talk about the benefits. ”

There is not much novelty, it is nothing more than the addition of officials to the knighthood, the exchange of military exploits for money, Carlos spoke in bits and pieces for about ten minutes, promising a beautiful vision, teaching these muscle sticks how to go down and blow with the soldiers under his hands.

"Brothers, don't be confused, don't be afraid, don't be intimidated by the might of the orcs. Although I just said that one orc can fight three, there are ten times as many of us humans! Each of the good men of our kingdom of Alterac can fight the orcs alone, and I can fight ten of your kings! The alliance will win, and Alterac will rise! ”

At Carlos's instigation, the generals and officers of Alterac let out a low roar, repressed and excited.

The king's words were so thorough that the soldiers felt valued, and the cooks who knew how to cook always commented on the deliciousness was particularly convincing.

Carlos has been exercising all year round, and the physique and prestige condensed by years of fighting have played their due role.

Because of his record, because of his strength, Carlos's words are particularly convincing.

After mobilizing his mind and morale, Carlos pulled another guard and asked him to pretend to be orcs and trolls, explaining to all the officers the methods he had found in actual combat against orcs and trolls.

The atmosphere was in full swing over there, and Tulayan leaned against the trunk of a tree in the shadows and asked, "You don't mind if Carlos doesn't call you?" ”

"His Majesty said in advance that this meeting has some bad remarks against trolls, and His Majesty is a person with a heart." Gotakin replied as he squatted down next to Tulayan.

"Your Majesty is one thing wrong, kidney strikes don't have much effect on us trolls, and good warriors are fully able to endure such pain, targeting joints and bones, and then cutting off the head is the right way."

From the staggering gestures of the guards in the distance, Gotakin guessed that he was playing the troll and pointed out Carlos's mistake.

"Well, I'll tell Carlos he's wrong when I get back."

"Remember to remind Your Majesty that I said that."

"I will."

Unbeknownst to Tulayan and Gotaki, less than twenty meters from them, Aurelia looked feverishly at Carlos and Alterac's officer corps.

The rangers of the Far Wanderers have already been dispersed, and accurate information will be available at dawn tomorrow.

Aurelia has recently become obsessed with taking deep breaths, as if her swollen lungs can soothe the pain in her heart.

This time, Aurelia seemed to smell the fragrance of the wine called Vengeance.

The lusciousness of revenge is always intoxicating. (To be continued......)