What limits your imagination.

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

No, it's poor.

The great philosopher, historian, thinker, revolutionary, and politician once said———— Science is the primary productive force, and poverty limits the imagination of mankind.

I don't even dare to think about it, so how can I do it.

Therefore, only by letting go of oneself can we embrace wealth.

So, daydream and reach the top of life!

After Carlos was exhausted, his whole body began to be confused, and all he could think about was some sassy operations.

Even the most awesome demigod in the demigods, Malon, the terrifying guard who drove a whole regrouper in a car, was finally broken by Da Mengde in a heads-up hand-to-hand fight with Akmund.

Is Maloen not as good as Da Mengde to fight?

Of course not, it was the overwhelming demon army that drained Malone's physical strength, it was Cenarius's pit father, and it was Akmund the Polluter who planned and fought skillfully.

The main thing is that Malonen is tired.

Demigods will be tired, they will be defeated when they are tired, and they will die if they are killed.

What's more, Carlos, a mere mortal.

From the underground raid to thwart Ragnaros's conspiracy, to surviving in the wilderness and staging a forest sea snow field, to the hidden dragon spy to open the passage to the Black Rock Mountain, Carlos has been fighting intensively for more than half a month. The whole process is not only a simple loss of physical energy, but also a psychological game that is not enough for outsiders.

Carlos is tired.

The light could not soothe the weariness.

Ambition is that men have, don't kobolds still want to get two more candles to please their wives.

But really standing in the position of the generalissimo of the alliance, Carlos realized how heavy this responsibility was and how terrible this position was.

Like on the edge of the abyss.

Skate on thin ice.

Lordaeron was messed up in a pot of porridge, Anduin. The news of Lothar's death was even more terrible than the earthquake, and the rear was already in chaos.

God bless humanity and gave humanity an Anduin when the orc tribe was at its strongest. Lothar. Yes and only this man has the qualifications to unite the entire human world and form the alliance in front of him.

It has nothing to do with ability, what kind of person was Carlos in his previous life, and he didn't bother to think about it. 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 efforts, and those who work harder than Carlos have not yet been born. To stand at the top of the human race, Carlos considers himself to be a benchmark and a role model.

Comparing talents, fighting ability, Carlos is not afraid of anyone.

But the hodgepodge of alliances, the federation of the Lordaeron Kingdom, is really not something that you can do if you have the talent and ability.

Bloodline, prestige, seniority, too important.

It's okay to say on the front line, in terms of identity and merit, no one can compare to Carlos, and everyone takes Carlos as a temporary commander for granted. But to the north, to the north of the Burning Plains, to the north of the Ironforge Fort, to the north of the wetlands, to the other side of the sea, in the skies that ordinary Union soldiers could not see when they descended, the clouds of power weighed down Carlos.

His father took his place in the legendary spoils conference, made great concessions as soon as he learned of Lothar's death, and handed himself a sentence in the most expensive and fastest method of magical communication: return quickly.

It's no wonder that none of the kings and lords of Dalin and Jean, who are in the prime of fighting, come to the front.

Before, Carlos thought that they were afraid that Lothar would be difficult to do things on the front line, but he was young and respected Lothar, so he came here in a hurry.

Now, however, Carlos has finally figured it out.

The king of Lordaeron is the king of Lordaeron after all, and the battle of Lordaeron is long over.

This southern crusade was a one-man battle for Lothar and the final revival of the Stormwind regime.

This southern expedition is a transaction.

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

For Lothar, and for himself.

The Iron Horse Brotherhood extended a hand of friendship to itself for the first time, and they will support whoever supports to continue fighting.

At present, the Burning Plains Coalition of about 30,000 is the most hardcore anti-tribalist, and the will to fight is also the strongest, and Carlos can command it.

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

Khadgar and Bricks both rushed back.

Carrying Carlos's token, Brick mobilized an Alterac army of about 17,000 men, while Khadgar brought back only a thousand dwarves from Ironforge.

The Ironforge generals gave good reasons, and the dispatch of an army of this size required the orders of the Generalissimo.

Ha, ha, ha, all give me a smile!

Carlos wanted to vent, but he couldn't.

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

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

In another timeline, Lothar led 30,000 men to fight first against Kierrog and then against Orgrim, fighting for two years, fighting with the tribe and losing both, and finally having the Armageddon of the Burning Plains.

What was the situation?

The Eight Thousand Alliance fought against 12,000 tribes, and after the first battle, Tulayan led the remnants of the defeated army to sweep through the old territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Now, however, despite the Alliance's strong troops, the tribe has not yet shed its last blood, and is only the roughest estimate of the Burning Plains, and there are still 100,000 orcs.

Carlos can't back down, take a step back, and the future will be endless!

The battle for Lothar is over, and the battle for Carlos has just begun.

Fortunately, including Tulayan. Uther, Gavin Rade, and other generals were on Carlos's side.

The Burning Plains was not a good place, and in the name of escorting Lothar's body back to Ironforge, Carlos sent back all the generals of prestige.

It doesn't matter if you pull people, coercion and temptation, you must mobilize the 100,000 troops of Ironforge Fort.

Prior to this, out of logistical considerations, Lothar fought in a rotational attrition manner, and only then did there be a scene where 50,000 troops were desperate on the front line and 100,000 troops were watching the snow behind.

This is very reasonable, from the Iron Fort to the Burning Plains, a hundred catties of grain will be consumed on the way, not to mention that before the production of the Ironforge, the dwarves will have to rely on Lordaeron's help.

Pulling all 200,000 Alliance troops to the Burning Plains, the armaments that had been hoarded for so long were not enough to consume for a month.

This is something that no sane general would do.

But the situation is different.

Lothar's death brought a huge wave to the troubled waters of the Alliance.

Without the pressure from the front, the nobles in the rear are likely to draw their salaries.

Hahahahaha, laugh, all TMD give me a smile!

The iron army, which the orcs can't defeat, is going to be drawn from the bottom of the kettle by their own people.

Laugh!

If you can't laugh, you fight!

The only thing Carlos could think of was to fight the Horde before he could make trouble 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 did not hesitate to take risks.