"I hate that title, secret envoy. Anything happened to everyone who called himself a secret envoy, and all the secrets they wanted to keep were eventually leaked, this is a cursed, demonic word, forbidden, must be forbidden! ”

Carlos vented his nameless anger, but no one dared to take the king's words.

In two months, whether it is long or short, Carlos has negotiated a large trade order of millions of gold coins in Ironforge Castle, but the parties of the alliance are passing the buck to each other in the north, which really makes the discerning people look at the fire.

The war in Hilbride is related to the life and death of the kingdoms of Lordaeron, and everyone who has money has contributed power, and the fight is still like that. However, the matter of the Southern Expedition is also related to the life and death of the alliance and the tribe, but there are so many people who forget the pain after the scars, and pull all kinds of hindrances in the back. Anduin. Sir Lothar personally sat in the town of Nanhai, unified planning and dispatching the movement of the army, but still could not suppress this unhealthy trend, and Terenus received a letter of help from Lothar, and he also had a headache. Not only in several other countries, but even in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, there are many different voices within it.

In the northern continent, the wandering orcs are still harassing the villages, and the rat-eyed nobles have begun to think about asking for merit and rewards after the war.

For a while, it seemed that only the remnants of Stormwind City and the Kingdom of Alterac were bent on fighting orcs.

This feeling is invisible or touchable, but it can bring personal pain to people. When Carlos received twelve letters in a row urging him to return to Nanhai Town to attend the Coalition Conference, his temper completely exploded.

A hoarse scolding did nothing to improve the situation, and in the end, Carlos himself calmed down first. The victory or defeat of a war lies in the balance of forces, and uniting all forces that can be united is the only way to win. Those who obstructed the southern expedition, except for a small number of speculators, were more people who shed blood and died in the previous wars. You can't accuse them of anything, because they are worthy of the Union. But you can't let it go, the people's hearts are scattered, and the team can't be led. Like the Aotianliu novel, dare to say no, kill or bury? Ha, I'm afraid that a civil war will break out in the Lordaeron kingdoms first.

Therefore, this matter can only be attacked by political methods, and force is useless.

Carlos used magical communication to consult with his father, and finally decided not to participate in the alliance meeting in Southsea Town.

Reason? Wounded, sick, unable to walk, the king of Alterac took the lead and fought on the front lines against the Horde, and this reason was not enough.

Leave the bad things to the generalissimo of the Alliance, the commander-in-chief of Antonin. Lothar go and deal with it, the Alteracs just need to play their role as thugs.

But politicians, such as King Carlos of Alterac. A politician like Barov must pay attention to his own reputation. You can do whatever you want behind your back, just don't be caught. You, Carlos, are wounded, sick, and can't walk, and you need to recuperate at Ironforge, this is okay. You recuperate from your injuries and go to the Scorching Canyon, which is a bit too much.

So in his own guards, he drew lots to draw an unlucky ghost, and every day he fed and drank well for himself, lying down and pretending to be sick as a pig, Carlos led a vote of his little brother to secretly go south.

Before leaving, Carlos looked at the battle map, and the more he looked at it, the worse he became. The Saldo Bridge has still not been defeated, the Alliance garrison in Minahir Harbor is still only 30,000, the surface power of the Orcs has begun to rebuild, the transportation of supplies is becoming more and more difficult, and the Alliance Army in the wetlands has caused oppression to the Orcs of Grimbaatar, and even lacks the ability to get out of the western wetlands. The Alterac Army, which has the portal, has become the most powerful deterrent force in the eastern wetlands. However, due to the technical power and the rise and fall of the elemental tides, the capacity of the portal has a limit, and with an increase of 14,000 troops, Carlos's power in the wetlands has reached its limit. The alliance can't be relied on, so it can only rely on itself, while guarding against the Dragonthroat clan of Grimbaatar, while repairing the road, while starting to infiltrate Kazmodan, while hoarding resources. There is a contrast, there is a gap, and for a while Carlos had the illusion that there was a huge alliance, and only Lao Tzu was working alone.

I knew it was a delusion, but the feeling was still unpleasant.

Fortunately, Magni was a sincere man, and when he learned that Carlos intended to join forces with Ironforge to the north and south to clear the Kazmodan area, he very justly proposed a compensation clause, willing to give monetary and material compensation in addition to the trade agreement signed. After a short period of hypocrisy, Carlos readily accepted it, which was the only good news before departure.

Ymir's loyalty was trustworthy, but he thought too much about it, and after returning him to the Wetlands Camp to preside over the day-to-day business, Carlos named a budding general as the leader of the remaining ones, and then the commander went to the Sergiin Outpost for a friendly state visit with a group of warriors armed to the teeth and kind eyes.

The dwarves are the first in earth and stone engineering in Azeroth, there is no doubt about this, the 1,147-meter-long mountain tunnel has been cleaned and smoothed in just over a month.

No sooner had they entered the Scorching Canyon, and the Alterac people in their coats were stupid.

The 1,147-meter-long tunnel, one end is ice and snow, and the other end is scorched earth purgatory, and the deviation of the painting style is too great.

There's no way, take it off.

The first two days were acclimatized to the weather, grinding and chirping, and it was not until the third day that the large army returned the same way.

It's a big oolong, because Carlos underestimated the geography of the Scorching Canyon.

Because of the lack of adequate preparations, the large army of more than 1,000 people could not find sufficient water sources at all.

There was no way, so he evacuated 700 people and returned to Kazmodan, found a dwarven village to buy many large wooden barrels, filled with ales and other drinks, and after streamlining the team, Carlos and his party really set off.

Along the way, Carlos regretted that he didn't see the crystal spider, the master of the Valley of Dust and Fire that the guide said. However, the attack of the Black Iron Dwarves brought Carlos some fun.

Who gave them the courage to tail in the end, and who gave them the confidence to sneak attack in the middle of the night, and the black iron dwarves with less than 500 people dared to attack the camp.

Before Carlos could make a move, a group of arrogant soldiers had already completed the counter-raid.

The people who can be carried by Carlos are all ruthless characters who dare to speak in the face of orcs and fight three, as well as more than a hundred active paladins of the National Knights of the Royal Sect, more than 20 mages, and a certain high elf who is as fierce as a rabid dog.

Although the skin color of the Black Iron Dwarves is naturally hidden in the dark night, Sora was aware of the Black Dwarf's movements from a kilometer away. The well-organized Alterac soldiers announce their arrival with a brutal massacre, forgetting that their own king is actually a martial artist.

Carlos was in a bad mood without a fight, and the Black Iron Dwarf had no follow-up after this attack.

Eleven days later, Carlos finally arrived at the Sergiin Outpost.

Left by Carlos on the Burning Plains to escort Brian. The copper-bearded guards looked at their king with tears streaming down their faces, and their eyes were about to glow green.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good, the chief guard has been captured by the demon girl!"

Hearing the words of his subordinates, Carlos, who originally wanted to pat his shoulder and shake hands, looked confused.

I'm not meowing in Tangshan burial, what's going on with this inexplicable sense of sight? (To be continued.) )