My son

On the day you were born,

The entire forest of Lordaeron whispers the name: Arthas.

O my children,

I proudly watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

Remember, we at Minahir have always ruled this kingdom with strength and wisdom.

At the same time, I also know that

You will be using your great power carefully.

But the real victory,

It is the hope that inspires the people.

One day, my life will come to an end.

And you, will be crowned king!

Looking at the rows of crosses in front of him, Carlos felt that his three views of his old father-in-law, Terenus, had been refreshed.

Perhaps it is the lack of true sages in the human world of Azeroth, so most people's senses of Terenus are old foxes, sinister politicians, and competent kings......

But as he himself said, the Minethil family ruled Lordaeron not only by wisdom and political skill, but also by strength, iron and blood.

On the battlefield, the corpses covered with the earth Carlos have not been seen, but it is another kind of desolation, it is tragic.

There are more than 300 people hanging in front of the sky.

But the neat cross, even the bias of the head of the corpse has been artificially adjusted, and it is uniform, it is a shock, and it is a naked show of power.

This time, Carlos finally discovered the hidden power of Terenus in the light of wisdom.

Just kidding, if he raised a butcher's knife and killed more than 300 nobles in Alterac City, the riot would be a matter of minutes.

But now Lordaeron is calm.

"There are some blind people who are secretly spreading rumors that you are plotting to assassinate Sir Lothar in a vain attempt to usurp the legitimacy of the Arathas Empire."

Terenus paused after speaking, secretly observed Carlos for a moment, and found that Carlos's expression did not change at all, so he continued: "In the most difficult moment for the soldiers of the Alliance, I have no ability to go to the front line to fight the orcs, so I can only do what I can. ”

With that, Terenus paused again and patted Carlos on the shoulder.

"You can't let the hero shed blood and tears."

Carlos was young, strong, eye-catching, and experienced in dealing with corpses, so how could he not see that these hanging corpses were dead for two days at most.

"Hmm."

Silence is golden, don't talk nonsense if you don't think about it, Carlos can only hum and say that he knows.

"Did the trip go well?"

Alex noticed that the scene was a little cold and hurriedly answered.

"It's fine."

Carlos looked at the row of crosses and felt that there was no need to say anything more, that some things were enough to rot in his stomach.

"Let's go, the reception banquet has been prepared since the day you arrived in Nanhai Town, and it can start at any time, I believe that Jean and Dalin are very much looking forward to meeting you again."

"It's too late, or ......"

"It's not late, it's not late, the time is just right, the arrival of heroes is exciting at any time."

There were too many things he wanted to talk to his father, but the enthusiasm of the old father-in-law, Carlos could not find a reason to refuse.

So, a grand dinner began.

There was no flag fluttering in the mountains and a tsunami into the city, but on the way into the palace, Carlos enjoyed the treatment he deserved.

The crowd of onlookers crowded the streets, humbly bowing their heads, all the soldiers on duty clenched their fists and pounded on their breastplates as Carlos approached, and the torches and candles cast figures on the walls of the houses, pulling out the bizarre background, all of which made Carlos, who thought he was ready, a little in a trance.

Victory is not mixed up with the inertia of history.

Victory, it is Carlos, it is Lothar, it is all the living and dead soldiers of the alliance, and everyone fights with a knife and a gun.

How many desperate situations, how many times of life and death separation, have long erased the luck in Carlos's heart, how about the traverser, what about the reborn, if you don't fight for survival, you are not qualified to live.

The humans of Azeroth are in some ways to be thankful to the Orcs, who are the most ferocious enemies and the most competent teachers, it is the Horde who taught the Alliance how to fight, and it is the Orcs who unite humanity.

Enjoying the admiration of the people, the reins in Carlos' hand became tighter and tighter, and the horse walked more and more slowly, and about a hundred meters from the palace square, Carlos's horse stopped.

Tyrenas and Alex accompanied each other, the two middle-aged men glanced at each other, not knowing what was happening, and there was also a small commotion in the square, in the crowd that greeted them.

Carlos came back to his senses with a little embarrassment, but no one would be foolish enough to ask the heroes of the League what had happened.

Naturally, Carlos rolled over and dismounted and began to walk.

The heavy sound of the armor falling to the ground startled the small shouts of the people, and everyone was surprised that Carlos was not wearing a gorgeous dress, but real armor.

And when Carlos got off his horse and stood still, there was an even louder exclamation.

Oh my God, he's so tall!

Carlos, who was originally physically different from ordinary people, went farther and farther in the path of holy light, and his physique was further improved. Just as a certain little blue dragon has risen in size since he was promoted to the dragon king, Carlos, who has improved his strength, has also grown taller.

Now the two-meter-four Carlos stands in the crowd, and the deterrent effect is far greater than riding on a horse.

"He's as tall as an orc!"

"No, how can you defeat the orcs."

After the whispers of the chatter, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and Carlos walked forward slowly step by step, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, but his heart was filled with indescribable happiness.

Giving is always happier than taking.

One hundred meters away, Carlos walked a full eighty-two steps.

When he stepped into the palace square, the familiar faces were still so dazzling in the dark night, and Carlos felt that his eyes were a little moist.

It was only at this moment that Carlos finally came out of the fighting state.

Guys, I'm back!

Carlos raised his head, spread his hands, and stood still, the armor forged from cast iron emitted a blazing white light after feeling the majestic holy light released by Carlos, instantly illuminating the entire square.

All those who were illuminated by the Light felt the joy in Carlos's heart.

Even if Carlos converged on the light, the reverberation would still last for a while, and the small palace square was reflected as if it were day.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm back!"

Carlos shouted these words loudly, and he was greeted with earth-shattering cheers and applause.

At this moment, the hero of the alliance, Carlos deserves his name.