In the dead of night, Carlos often introspected himself in his sleep.

Aurelia. Windranger and Tulayan. Assuming that you can only make friends with one of the two, who will you choose?

No matter how many choices he makes, Carlos' final decision is Tulayan.

An adjutant whom Lothar trusted and admired, a young and promising paladin, and a little brother who had an excellent impression of himself.

What is the reason not to choose Tulayan.

Carlos woke up and savored the blur of his sleep. In the dream, Carlos discovers that the female elf she can't remember at all is actually Aurelia.

Carlos laughed when he thought about it, and the human heart was not enough to swallow an elephant.

After washing and taking care of it casually, putting on his battle clothes and armor, the noble son Carlos dissipated into the smoke and clouds of the past, and the man in the cold wind was a general with a heart like a rock.

Back at the barracks, Carlos found that Lothar had filled the gap in the Independent Regiment and had transferred two additional veteran wings, bringing the total number of corps to 4,000 men.

When I went to the headquarters of the corps, the sound of horses' hooves attracted the attention of everyone in the headquarters, and everyone came out to take a look.

"General, everyone thought you would be back tomorrow morning." Ymir was surprised by Carlos's early return, and wanted to lead the horse for Carlos, but was kicked by Carlos lightly.

"There are a few carts of condolences in the back, and it's just a mouthful of meat for one person, you can arrange to add food to all the brothers tonight." Carlos rolled over and dismounted, handed the reins to the guards, and gave Ymir a smirk.

"Hello General, I'm the Interim Commander of the Fifth Wing, Captain Officer, John. Swain. The new face briefly introduced himself to Carlos.

"Oh, didn't you replenish the strength of two wings? And what about a co-captain? Carlos asked as he walked into the command.

"General, there is also a wing that has been transferred over as a supplementary reinforcement, and even the squadron leader level officers have not been arranged, so I brought it by the way." John. Swain replied.

"By the way, I asked Saidan . Master Da Suohan has consulted martial arts, and you are still my senior brother. "Seeing that Carlos was about to enter the tent, John . . . Swain hurriedly approached Carlos and whispered a word of addition.

Carlos paused slightly, then continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

"Your name is John. Swain: Right? The Fifth Wing will continue to be your acting commander, and as for the issue of replenishing troops, you will coordinate and deal with it by yourself, and I will see the results before dark tomorrow. Carlos finished speaking, ignoring his co-captains, and first sat back at his desk and looked through the duty records.

There's nothing important about it, it's just everyday things.

When Ymir had finished dealing with Carlos's affairs and returned to the headquarters, Carlos looked at the table and prepared to give a lecture.

"Except for John. Swain is a new face, and the others are old things that have been killed with me all the way, so don't expect me to give you any good looks. ”

After Carlos finished his opening remarks, John. Sven's face couldn't help but be stunned, but he found that the other colleagues had the same expressions, so he continued to wait and see.

"Whose hand is this shit-like duty record? Three days, I've been gone for three days, and you haven't even found out any problems, who are you fooling? You can't see the oppression of veterans looking down on recruits? The conflict between the fourth wing and the second wing, the two officers in charge don't know? The orc heads hidden by the First Wing stink, you think I can't smell them? Who are you going to sell to? And your second wing, laugh, you think your ass are clean with those animals under your hands? I don't know about you when your second wing went to the warehouse in the middle of the night to steal supplies? It's not that the brothers of the Second Wing fought too hard in that battle, and I was going to clean you up at that time. Now it's okay, it's a habit, the quartermaster came to me as soon as I entered the battalion! ”

After a roar, Carlos calmed down a little, only to find that the old fritters were secretly laughing.

"Bet on one, be greedy for three, and fight four or two when you meet, is there any worry-free troops under this general?"

Carlos interrupted Ymir before he could speak.

"Shut up, your pro-guard team is not a good bird, relying on the fact that you are a veteran from Alterac, and you have done less to bully friendly troops? My family members say that you are heroes and heroes, and Lao Tzu apologizes to other army commanders less? Laugh again, I'll beat your dog's head into a pig's head! ”

It is said that the subordinates who broke out of the sea of corpses and fires, Carlos can't make up his mind to clean them up, in this tragic battlefield, maybe the next second will be the one who will make you feel uneasy.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, this time is different from the past, in the Southern Theater we are almost all over the world. But ah, in this battle, all the main forces of the entire alliance are fighting together, and there may be a time when our independent regiment needs to ask for help. So go down and take good care of those old soldiers, and the three-day ideological rectification will start tonight. ”

The Great War is about to start, and Lothar will strengthen the strength of the Independent Corps at this time, and it is inevitable that Carlos will be used in the most difficult and difficult places.

Carlos has come to his senses. The more we are born and die today, the more qualified we will be to say no in the future. If what you have done still can't change the future of the trial, Carlos wants to ask loudly in the court - I have made meritorious contributions to the alliance, I have shed blood for the war of resistance, why do you guys who have no scars on their bodies judge me and my family!

At the same time that Carlos was reorganizing his military affairs and preparing for war, the tribe did not stop his steps.

"So wonderful, my chieftain, look at these warriors, these fearless warriors, these darlings of shadow and death!" Gul'dan spoke in an exaggerated tone and with a contrived gesture.

The orcs who stayed in Elwyn buried the fallen human warriors they considered worthy of respect. After receiving the order, the orcs finally ordered by the chief to dig up the bodies of the fallen in the Stormwind Kingdom and send them to the north.

Gul'dan used the Soul Stones of his Warlocks, who had been slaughtered by Orgrim, and the souls collected during several battles, combined with the forbidden power of the Burning Legion, to create a new creation, the Death Knight.

Orgrim drew the hammer of destruction, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted his waist. Then the Great Chief clenched his fists and slammed them into Gul'dan's face.

Two arms belonging to a human stopped the fist of the Great Chief of the Tribe.

Orgrimmar gave another side kick to the lower abdomen of the Death Knight, and the Death Knight was unresponsive and was kicked out, stuck against the wall, and slowly fell.

Orgrim knew his strength, and the side kick just now, in exchange for humans, would definitely not be able to escape the end of shattered internal organs and broken spine.

But the Death Knight slowly stood up, returned to his original position as if nothing had happened, and stood upright.

"Are you still satisfied? My Excellency, Your Excellency, the skillful martial arts of the human body combined with the shadow power of our orc warlocks, the cycle of life and death also gives them the power of death and indestructible bodies, it is truly the perfect war machine. "Gul'dan was very pleased with his creation.

"Do they have the ability to think?" Orgrim asked.

"Of course, my chieftain." Gul'dan pulled out a short staff and handed it to Orgrim. "It's their staff."

Orgrim took the staff, hesitated for a moment, and crumpled it to pieces.

"Ancestor soul bless, the warriors of the tribe do not need to be dominated!" Orgrim shouted.

"The Soul of the Ancestors is on top"

"Live for the Great Chief!"

"For the glory of the tribe!"

……

The death knights who restored their own control of the power shouted the words of the orcs with their human bodies.

To this, Grand Chief Orgrim nodded in satisfaction.

"How many such warriors are there?" Orgrim asks Gul'dan.

"So far, there are more than 300 people, but as long as there are suitable corpses, there are as many as they want." Gul'dan replied.