Freedom, how many people do their own things in your name.

Democracy, even the king can't help himself, where does the people have the leisure to be the masters.

Politics, how many people are doing that dirty thing with your hands.

After sighing, Carlos still had to deal with the chaos in front of him.

After an in-depth conversation with Aurelia, Carlos finally found out what was wrong with him.

Originally, Quel'Salas was thought to be a free and democratic country, with a wise king and a strong state, like the beacon of civilization in Azeroth.

As a result, through what I have seen and heard during this time, the fairy tales are all lies, and the rumors are nine out of ten false.

Where there are people, there will be struggles, and where there are struggles, there will be filth, filth, and nothing bad will matter.

Together, Aurelia said everything that should have been said and what should not be said, which was an eye-opener for Carlos.

The supreme goal of the Silvermoon City Council is to peacefully end the royal power and establish a parliamentary republic, and for this reason, Kael'thas has been banished by them to Dalaran. The deeper reason for Anastarian's indifference to the troll's riots was the struggle for royal power. Through this troll revolt, Anastarian reclaimed much of the power from the Parliamentarians. This includes Kael'thas's mandate.

I'm stupid, really.

Carlos wanted to give himself two slaps in the face.

Politics is such a thing as a butt is more important than a head, and Anastarian ignores himself, not because he doesn't know where he stands.

Although he already knew in his heart that he was a political rookie, he was still stubborn to death.

"Aurelia, I thought everything was beautiful in your elven kingdom, but I didn't expect it to be so filthy and filthy."

Carlos said with a twisted face.

"The gods have a fight, where does the pure land come from in the world."

Aurelia replied helplessly.

"I'll write a letter to the Sun King when I go back, and you can hand it over for me."

Carlos thought for a moment. Make a decision.

"You can send an envoy, the road north to Silvermoon City is smooth."

Aurelia said with some confusion.

"Position, let's not fight about this, let's deal with the next battle."

Carlos took the initiative to put an end to the topic.

Sure enough, he was still too young. The book is shallow, and I know that the world must be done.

Carlos was a little frustrated. Having lived thirty years longer than others, he seems more mature and wiser. Unfortunately, that's not the case, knowing and being able to do it are completely different things. He may have far surpassed his peers in terms of knowledge and personal combat effectiveness, but which of his opponents and future enemies is his peers?

This is Azeroth, and your opponent is an ancient giant, an alien orc, and an ancient god. It's a dragon with an iron jaw.

Wisdom is not the same as knowledge, wisdom is to deal with the world, is the practice of insight into human feelings, and is a kind of wisdom to clear the fog and see the blue sky.

Carlos thinks Anastarian is not a thing, but in the end he turns out to be a fool.

It's a terrible feeling, it's also very uncomfortable, and it's been too smooth and too lucky. Unconsciously let yourself subconsciously think that you are the child of the plane, the darling of God. It is destiny.

It's too dangerous!

Fortunately, this setback reminded me of this.

Carlos. Barov, you are just a mortal, you are just a person, you will make mistakes, you will make mistakes. So, don't take yourself too seriously.

In the process of introspection. Carlos wrote a letter to Anastarian, added ink, and stamped it with the seal of the Barov family.

"Alright, my personal business is out of business, let's talk about trolls."

Carlos looked up and said to Tulayan.

"Trolls aren't a problem. The question now is how do we reunite with your reinforcements and make a smooth return to the Northland fortress in Stratholme. ”

Tulayan bit the fruit and stared straight into Carlos' eyes.

"My friend, I must apologize, you are a real military strategist, an honest warrior."

"Why apologize?"

"Because although you like Aurelia, you never let your feelings affect your judgment, and I have too many personal emotions mixed in."

"Come on, I'm just the adopted son of a warden, a trainee priest to Lord Fao, and one of the lucky ones favored by Marshal Lothar. And you, the king of Alterac. ”

Tulayan did not accept Carlos' apology because he did not think Carlos was wrong.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"So Tulayan, how long do you think we can hold out if we hold on."

"Uh, Maple Creek Valley, Long Bridge, or the other side of the river?"

Tulayan is not sure of the bottom line, so it is difficult to answer.

"Maple Creek Valley or Long Bridge."

Carlos replied.

"If we take the initiative to fight now, we should be able to hold for half a month longer, that is, about 20 days, but the casualties will be relatively large. And Maple Creek Valley is the fulcrum of the south bank, and guarding Maple Creek Valley and Guarding the Long Bridge is a goal. But if you go to the north bank to guard the bridgehead, it's another way of saying it. ”

"Twenty days? Very well, contact Aurelia and get your troops ready, we'll be coolies for the elves for another twenty days. ”

"Can you tell me what made you change your decision?"

Tulayan was not afraid of war, so he just asked curiously.

Carlos raised the letter in his hand.

"Whether it's a return of glory or a slippery walk depends on it."

Tulayan shrugged his shoulders, you are the commander-in-chief, you have the final say.

In the two battles, the troll casualties were more than four thousand at best, and even with the reinforcements of the orcs, the trolls' strength would not exceed fifteen thousand, which was still an overestimate. And after learning about Carlos's backhand, Tulayan did not have the slightest fear of the tribe, the eight thousand battle-hardened human army plus almost three thousand elven professional soldiers, or in the home field of the elves, why should he be afraid of trolls and orcs?

Although Hilbride's war is like a meat grinder, it continues to devour the flesh and blood of humans and orcs, but it is undeniable that the combat power of humans is increasing wildly in this war.

At the beginning of the war, the five human soldiers were no match for a single orc warrior.

Before Tulayan left Hillbride, two to one was already the spoken word of many veterans, and there were more and more guys who could fight orcs alone. The combat effectiveness of human beings has been completely forced out by the orcs.

"Tulayan, I want you to take my place for the time being."

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Tulayan asked inexplicably.

"My smile is just to calm morale, my heart still hurts, I need blood and killing to calm the anger in my heart."

Hearing Carlos's words, Tulayan was speechless for a long time.

"Go ahead. Carlos, I have no position or qualification to stop you, and the trolls will not want to break through the defenses until you return. ”

Eventually, Tulayan agreed, and he took up the burden that Carlos had left on his shoulders.

Although I didn't see the fire in the sky, the sacrifice of the warriors was always regrettable.

"Thank you, my friend."

"You're welcome, you monster that five orcs can't beat."

"Hahaha."

Next. At the meeting, Carlos announced the information of reinforcements, and the morale of the human side was like a rainbow and the morale of the army was high, while the attitude of the elves was more seriously divided. The elves who had fought alongside the humans joined in the cheers, while the newcomers to Silvermoon City were more alarmed.

The number of humans is almost catching up with the trolls.

Carlos then announced that he was going on a hunt.

Unexpectedly, there were not as many opponents as expected. More people want to join the king's team and go on a hearty hunt.

"Are those humans crazy?"

"I don't know. But their king is such a savage, that's big. ”

The new elf muttered quietly.

Four days later, the Eagle Knight returned to Silvermoon City with military information, including Carlos' letter to Anastarian.

"Father, what is written?"

Kael'thas, who had returned home secretly, had been staying in his father's study for the past two days and had not moved around.

"Good news."

Anastala smiled knowingly. Then the letter was handed to his son.

"The whole article doesn't make sense, this Carlos is really a nobleman? I've met his sister, Barov's tutor isn't like this, right? ”

Kael'thas asked, puzzled.

"My child, don't bother with grammar and rhetoric, you haven't understood it yet. Throughout the text, the king of Alterac is repeatedly emphasizing one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"The royal power is sacred and inviolable!"

Kael'thas was stunned.

"It's almost ready, the stage for your father is almost finished, and in a few more days, Kael'thas, no one can stop you from ascending the throne as king. The Father can tolerate everything else that is sent by the Parliament, but he must not tolerate them meddling in your inheritance. As our little friends say, royal power is sacred and inviolable! ”

Anastarian smiled confidently and charmingly.

"We owe an adequate response to His Majesty's friendship with Carlos, my son." (To be continued......)

PS: I know, someone is definitely going to cook that part in a dish to hack me.

However, the author still wants to say that even if Brother Cannon, the two parts of civil rights and people's livelihood must be added to the exposition of the Three People's Principles.

Detached from everything else, simply talking about cooking is like taking off your pants and farting, it has no effect.

It is not the people who are the masters of the country, but the whole people who are the masters of the country.

In your death penalty vote, the minority obeys the majority, and even if you are innocent, according to the principle of boiling, you are still dead.

Someone hacked the author who was brainwashed by the government and licked it brainlessly.

The author doesn't want to refute anything, people's experiences are different, the bottom line and the bottom line are different, the government has a thousand kinds of wrongs, all kinds of defects, you can blame its mistakes, criticize its mistakes. But if you have no brains against it, that's the problem.

Some people are really right, the Sprinkle family is Grandpa Mao's brain-dead fans, so you don't have to be black about this problem, the author admits it.

Ladies and gentlemen, there are thousands of cool articles on the Internet, and it's normal to forget after reading it, and the author is also ambitious, I want to write a novel that is worth reading for readers after a tiring day.

It's not that I look down on cool articles, but I don't want to write cool articles.

I'm not looking down on everyone in the book review section, but on some professional trolls.

0 fans are worth nothing, I also listen to your opinions, I believe what you say is a trumpet, and I recognize your water posting.

But scolding my mother with dirty words, who you don't delete, how kind and friendly the book review area, where are there so many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods.