Let the sky fall from you, I only believe what I see with my own eyes.

This is the psychological trust norm for most people.

Despite Carlos' reputation within the Alliance, everyone is willing to believe his rhetoric about the Cult of the Cursed hiding in the shadows.

But......

Is it really that serious?

The orcs have all been defeated by us, and this flowery and prosperous world will be destroyed by a few cultists?

Even if Carlos's followers don't say it, they still murmur in their hearts.

Unaligned hearts are a taboo for workers on the hidden front.

Therefore, it is necessary to kill a chicken for everyone to see.

The imp Parasza caught earlier is a good bait.

This peculiar imp is obviously stronger than the wild retarded imp, and is also very cunning, and greedy for life and afraid of death.

Perfect two-and-five.

With Alonsos. With the help of Fao, Carlos has been unimpeded in Stratholme, and transferring a prisoner from the Silver Hand headquarters or something is a trivial matter within the scope of his ability.

That's it, it's still Saidan. In Da Sohan's small farm, the crops are not yet ripe, and in the empty barn, more than twenty muscular hunk men meticulously check whether the preset traps are complete, and in the middle of the magic array, Pallazza's eyes wander, constantly looking at Carlos, Tirio, Saidan and Sora.

This one can't be beaten!

Can we only bow down to the extremely evil power of the Holy Light?

I was forced to do so.

Killing a little ghost to sacrifice the flag or something, it's too low-spirited, Carlos hasn't LO to this extent.

Therefore, getting a big guy to come over and slaughter it can effectively stabilize the morale of the army and unite people's hearts.

That's where Parasza's help comes in.

After all, the little devil betrays his master, this is the fine tradition of the Burning Legion.

Too lazy to bargain with the little ghost, he first shone a flashlight on the Holy Light for half an hour, and then talked about things, and Parasza forgot what it meant to shake his head.

The veterans of the Alliance checked their armor weapons one last time, clenched the bottle of holy water in their hands, and waited for the summoning ceremony to be completed.

And Parasza lived up to expectations, spending money and cleverly deceiving his boss and easily stepping into the trap.

Look at!

What did we find?

A wild Ereda.

He is six times more nourished than a normal Dread Guard, remove the head...... You can eat even the head!

"Parasza, you deceive me!"

Ereda let out a desperate wail, and before she could even cast a spell, she was smashed in the face by the overwhelming amount of holy water. Arms, thighs, necks, every movable joint is bound by chains mixed with cast iron.

The stubborn Ereda still wanted to say a few cruel words, but Carlos directly removed his jaw.

"Torture first, then interrogation, it's okay if you're dead, we'll catch another one."

The evil-eyed Carlos commanded Sola in Salas.

He knew that Ereda understood.

Then, he grabbed a piece of jerky from the side and threw it to Palasza, as if rewarding a dog, with a word of encouragement.

"Is there really no problem?"

Tirio. Furding watched from the sidelines, raising his doubts.

Although this is very morale-boosting, it has no effect on the overall situation, but it may expose his own intentions, and he can't understand what Carlos is thinking.

"Of course there is no problem, Tirio. Well...... I fought the Dreadlord ten years ago. ”

"Win?"

"No, he ran away."

"I see, I see."

Tirio didn't deliberately fail to cooperate with Carlos's pretense, but smart people always draw inferences like this, and he did understand.

At this moment, Carlos already has an overwhelming advantage in terms of force value, and it is a good thing that there is really a big demon who comes to the door with the taste.

But Carlos was a little embarrassed, and the others were still confused, how about you explain it, I opened my mouth myself.

But the reality is that the scene is silent.

Carlos glanced at the lively Sora with his peripheral vision, thinking that you deserve to find a boyfriend.

Forget it, so be it.

The reality is that logic is not absolutely universal.

There is no causal connection between the fishing law enforcement catching a high-ranking demon and the cursed sect itself, but after such a show, everyone has become convinced of Carlos.

There's an evil organization plotting to overthrow human rule, and believe it or not, we've captured a great demon.

What logic.

Good logic!

Leader worship is done first.

Using secret societies to confront secret societies has always been the only way for unofficial societies to save the world.

Because of his unique geographical location, Alterac knows how deeply it has been corroded.

If Carlos went back rashly, I don't know how he was overthrown.

If you want to take back your kingdom and eradicate corruption from within, it is inevitable to form a force from the outside.

At the very least, Carlos needs a loyal force capable of suppressing the city of Alterac.

Without this force, Carlos would not dare to pull out the trolls of Hinterland.

It's a bit like I'm a descendant of XX Jueluo, and now I lack 648 to buy a ticket back to Changbai Mountain to dig up the inheritance of my ancestors and restore the country, you pay B to call me, and I will make you a general.

Carlos had all the best cards in the Hall of Fame, and he now needed thirty cards to renew the deck.

Constantly receiving and talking, constantly arranging actions, Carlos spent the next few days recruiting the old ministry and checking their loyalty.

The Holy Light Spell could only tell if they had been exposed to the Shadow Force, but the human mind was unpredictable, and who knew if the Cursed Sect had offered a price they couldn't refuse.

Using magic surveillance was offensive, but Carlos had no choice.

The first step is also the most critical step, if you take it well, the whole game will be alive.

If you go wrong, the human alliance is over.

Never pinning her hopes entirely on her old subordinates, Modra's support came much sooner than Carlos had imagined.

The archmage, who is currently outside of Dalaran's day-to-day management organization, moves relatively freely and does things much more conveniently.

After examining the information Carlos had told her, Modra had to come to terms with the fact ————that the Burning Legion had made a comeback while humanity was complacent about its victory over the orcs.

Each archmage represents a mage faction in itself, and as one of the six giants of Kenrito, there are many disciples and grandchildren of Modra, not to mention that she is also the former guardian of Azeroth for eight hundred years. Magna's hidden heir.

When Modra assigned men to Stratholme to help Carlos form a secret society, the pressure on Carlos was instantly reduced.

The organizational power of the Violet Eye Tomb Robbery Heavenly Group is really not blown, and it is invincible.

Relying on Stratholme, the second largest city in the Union, it would be easy for Carlos to assemble an army, but it would be difficult to secretly assemble an army.

Any large-scale transfer of supplies cannot be concealed from those who have a heart, and the spies of Terenus are all over the kingdom.

If Terenus knows something, then the Cursed Sect must know it too.

So Carlos's steps were very small.

The main task is still to convene personnel.

It wasn't until the general framework of the secret society was formed that Carlos met someone.

"Brother Bald, can I still trust you?"