Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 443 The person who handles this fair deal is named P.Y

What limits your imagination.

Lack of knowledge? No knowledge? Not high enough? Too few friends?

No, it’s poor.

The great philosophical historian, thinker, revolutionist and politician once said that science is the primary productive force, and poverty limits human imagination.

How can I do it if I can’t even think about it.

Therefore, we can embrace wealth by letting ourselves go.

So, daydream and reach the pinnacle of life!

After Carlos was exhausted and exhausted, his whole body began to become confused, and all he thought of in his mind were sorrowful manipulations.

Even Malorne, the most powerful demigod, drove a whole reorganizer’s horror guard, and finally was broken by Da Mengde in a heads-up hand-to-hand battle with Archimonde.

Is Malorne not as good as Da Meng De?

Of course not, it was the overwhelming army of demons that consumed Malorne’s physical strength, it was Cenarius who cheated, and it was Archimonde the Defiler who planned well-planned tactics.

Mostly Malorne was tired.

The demigods are tired, they will lose when they are tired, and they will die when they are killed.

Not to mention Carlos, a mere mortal.

From underground raids to thwart Ragnaros’ conspiracy to survival in the wilderness staged a snowy forest to Metal Gear Solid’s passage through Black Rock Mountain, Carlos has been fighting intensively for more than half a month. The whole process is not only a mere loss of physical energy, but also more psychological games that are not humane.

Carlos was tired.

The Holy Light can’t soothe tiredness.

Ambition is something men have, don’t all kobolds still want to get two more candles to please their wives.

But when he really stood in the position of the Grand Marshal of the League, Carlos realized how many responsibilities were and how terrible this position was.

Like the abyss.

Walking on thin ice.

The chaos of Lordaeron became a pot of porridge, and the news of Anduin Lothar’s death was even more terrifying than the earthquake, and the rear was in chaos.

God bless mankind, and gave mankind an Anduin Lothar when the orc tribe was at its strongest. There is only this man who has the qualification to unite the entire human world and form the alliance in front of him.

Regardless of ability, what kind of person he was in his previous life Carlos has been too lazy to think about this question. But in this life, Carlos can say that sentence with a clear conscience–no one works harder than me, no!

Just talking about human society, the talent is better than Carlos, without Carlos’s hard work, the one who worked harder than Carlos has not yet been born. To stand on top of the human race, Carlos considers himself a benchmark and a role model.

Comparing talents and fighting abilities, Carlos is not afraid of anyone.

But the hodgepodge of the alliance, the kingdom of Lordaeron, is really not that you have the talent and ability to do things and do business.

Blood, prestige, and seniority are too important.

Fortunately, on the front line, in terms of identity and merit, no one can compare to Carlos, and everyone takes Carlos as a temporary commander. But to the north, to the north of the Burning Plain, to the north of Ironforge, to the north of the wetlands, to the side of the sea, in the invisible sky of the common alliance soldiers, the clouds of power intertwined Carlos could not breathe.

Father participated in the legendary spoils-sharing meeting instead of himself, and made great concessions the first time he learned that Lothar was dead, and handed himself a word with the most expensive and fastest magic communication method: Quick return.

It’s no wonder that Daelin and Gene, the king’s lord who was in their prime, didn’t come to the front line.

Before Carlos thought it was because they were afraid that it would be difficult for Lothar to be a man and do things in the depths of the front line.

But now Carlos finally wants to understand.

The king of Lordaeron is the king of Lordaeron after all, and the battle of Lordaeron has long since ended.

This southern expedition was Lothar’s battle alone, and it was the final revival of the Stormwind regime.

This southern expedition is a deal.

Carlos is a dignified seven-foot man, sad to cry.

For Lothar, but also for myself.

The Brotherhood of the Iron Horse stretched out a hand of friendship to itself for the first time. Whoever supports it, they will support it.

At present, about thirty thousand alliances in Burning Plains are the hardest anti-tribalists, and the will to fight is also the strongest. Carlos can command them.

But the 100,000 Alliance troops stationed near Ironforge were already unstable.

Khadgar and Brick both rushed back.

The brick took Carlos’ token and mobilized an Alterac army of about 17,000, and Khadgar brought back only the 1,000 dwarves of Ironforge.

The Alliance generals stationed in Ironforge gave very good reasons. The dispatch of an army of this size requires the command of the General Marshal.

Ha, ha, ha, laugh at me!

Carlos wanted to vent, but he couldn’t.

Even without the title of Generalissimo, he still fulfilled his duties as Generalissimo.

Anyone can give up, he, Carlos Barov can’t.

In another timeline, Lothar led 30,000 people to fight Kilrogg first, then Orgrim, and fought for two full years, fighting with the Horde and losing both to the final battle of the Burning Plains.

What was the situation?

Eight thousand alliances fought twelve thousand tribes. After the First World War, Turalyon led the defeated soldiers and swept the old territory of Stormwind Kingdom.

But now, although the Alliance is strong and powerful, the tribe has not yet drained the last blood. It is only the roughest estimate of the Burning Plains, and there are 100,000 orcs.

Carlos can’t back down, take a step back, and have endless troubles!

The battle belonging to Lothar is over, the battle belonging to Carlos has just begun.

Fortunately, Turalyon was included. Uther, Gavinrad and the generals were all on Carlos’s side.

The Burning Plains is not a good place. In the name of escorting Lothar’s body back to Ironforge, Carlos sent all the prestigious generals back.

It doesn’t matter if you pull people, bully, profit or lure. The 100,000 troops in Ironforge must be mobilized.

Before that, Lothar used the alternate method of consumption for the sake of logistical supplies to fight, and only then did the 50,000 army fight desperately at the front line and the 100,000 army watched the snow from behind.

This is very reasonable. To transport supplies from Ironforge to the Burning Plains, one hundred catties of grain would consume 40 catties on the road, not to mention that before the production of Ironforge was restored, the dwarves had to rely on Lordaeron’s assistance.

Pulling all 200,000 Union troops to the Burning Plains, the armaments that have been hoarded for so long are not enough to consume a month.

This is something that no sane general would do.

But the situation is different.

Lothar’s death brought huge waves to the muddy waters of the Alliance.

Without the pressure of the front line, the noble lords in the rear are likely to draw their salaries from the bottom.

Hahahahahaha, laugh, laugh at me!

The Iron Army, which cannot be defeated by the orcs, will be drawn from the bottom of the fire.

Laugh!

Fight if you can’t laugh!

The only way Carlos could think of was to fight with the Horde before getting involved in the rear.

Only the fear of war and the threat of death can make greed temporarily retreat from human nature.

To this end, Carlos took risks without hesitation.