"Although I have been away for 10 years, I participated in the original discussion, and answering questions with questions is not polite, but it is a very efficient method. So Uncle Dalin, why don't we execute all the orc captives and answer me this question. ”

"Kindness, fraternity, virtue, forgiveness, we are victors."

Dai Lin said reverently, then raised his fist and slammed it into the water, making a dull sound.

"Don't change concepts, Carlos, your question, the answer is obvious, we can't, and we don't dare. The orcs are defeated by themselves, and if we dare to blatantly raise the butcher's knife, those orcs will dare to rebel. The orcs outside have not been killed, and the inside is in chaos, how can this battle be fought? I know all of this, and I'm asking why you're rearming the orcs! ”

Dai Lin very much wants to use his strong body as usual to create oppressive force when talking with people, especially when he sees each other naked in the bathroom and sauna, the voice of the big-breasted brother is louder than others, which is called the right to speak!

However......

"Uncle, calm down, I'll explain in detail, don't come over."

Carlos pushed away Dai Lin with a little disgust, the life of a sailor is hard, the admiral is not much better, the consequence of the lack of vitamins on a long-term voyage is that Dai Lin has bad breath, and a week's conditioning is obviously not a cure.

"You Kul Tiras didn't hold orcs, did you?"

"Well, I've negotiated with Solas at my expense, and the orc prisoners of war that should be held by our Kul Tiras will be held by Tol Barad Prison."

After speaking, Dai Lin smacked his lips and added.

"I'm afraid I can't help but shoot those green skins, you don't look good."

Carlos nodded understandingly.

"So do you know what's going on in Lordaeron right now?"

"Which Lordaeron?"

Dai Lin asked with a pun.

"The big one."

"Hahahaha, you deserve it."

"The little one."

"Death."

"yes, I think so too, so I have to do something."

"So you gave the best armor and weapons to the orcs!"

Dai Lin's eyes widened, and he had the momentum of a philosophical moment that did not agree with him.

"How is it possible, the best nature should be used by one's own people."

"Well, that's pretty much it."

It is impossible for Carlos to untie the shackles that bind the orcs, this is determined by his status, and Daillin knows this very well, which is why he is willing to listen to Carlos talk about those conspiracies, and the admiral's real concern is not what Carlos did, but his attitude.

"The battle was not clean enough, and the remnants of the Blackstone clan in the Burning Plains re-elected the Great Chieftain, you should know this."

"NATURALLY, UTHER TOOK ARTHAS TO FIGHT LIKE A DOG IN THE SOUTH."

Dai Lin commented disdainfully.

"So the argument within Lordaeron about being kind to orcs is now back on its head."

"Hah! Is the old thing dead? The guy who said these things should be sent to the gallows! Be kind to the orcs, then who will be kind to us veterans who fought and died for all mankind? ”

"It's not surprising that a large number of orc captives are now doing the work of mining, logging, farming and road construction in Lordaeron, no money, they can use it casually, and they don't even need to dig pits and bury them when they die, what a good green-skinned animal."

"You mean ......"

"I didn't say that."

Carlos shook his head bitterly.

While Sir Lothar was still alive, there was a fierce conflict of opinion within the Alliance over whether or not to cross the Palatine Bay to fight the tribes south.

The root cause of such internal conflicts is the calculation of interests.

Although the local war was conducive to defense, the damage to the production order was also amazing, and although it was true that the alliance won at that time, it was also a real situation.

In order to promote the southern crusade, Sir Lothar made a lot of concessions with Terenus, including the "tribal booty" that Carlos had behind his back.

However, it turned out to be a fake.

The orcs ransacked Stormwind City and seized that bit of financial report that had long been used to bribe the neutral race, leaving any wealth for the humans of Lordaeron.

When Carlos lost the astral boundary, Tulayan did the same in order to promote the Second Draenor Expedition, and drew a bigger pie, anyway, others couldn't come back, and he wasn't afraid of creditors coming to the door.

However, the lords and nobles who only paid but did not report naturally stole their eyes on the orc captives.

It was not the kindness of Terenus that saved the orcs, but the greed of humans demanded that the orcs must live.

Dahlin only vaguely felt the interests behind this matter, but Carlos knew a living similar example———— another world, another World War, the German Empire.

"My disappearance was too hasty, and after Ser Lothar's death, I was the only one who had the plan to bring about the destruction of the orc race."

"But you're missing."

"Yes, I'm missing."

With that, Dalin and Carlos were silent.

"The orc race is terrible, others don't understand, you know, I understand. The two orc wars were really unclean. ”

"Halfway through."

"Those noble lords only see that orcs are useful coolies, only know their money bags, and only when the butcher's knife is on their necks will they think of us warriors who have fought for the survival of all mankind."

"yes, but what does that have to do with what you're doing?"

Dai Lin picked up the wine glass from the tray next to the pool and took a sip, he was an old indignant, but he was not a fool.

"The revival of orcs can't be stopped, at least not by humans."

"What do you mean?"

"Grom. Hell Roar is not dead. ”

"That crumbs aren't dead? Hahaha, of course it didn't die, the generals of Terenus had already announced that they had killed it seven times, and of course it wasn't dead, hahahahaha. ”

Dai Lin smiled maliciously.

"Terenus has been assassinated."

"I heard that the assassin was disguised as your son."

"It's my son."

“！！！”

Dalin was speechless in shock.

"An evil spell has taken control of Alphonse."

Carlos was physically and mentally exhausted when he thought about this.

"Why do you think I have time to come to this strange continent of Kalimdor to do all this Rausch's business?"

"How do I know!"

"Because in Lordaeron, I can't say a word, I can't do a thing, I have ulterior motives for everything, and I'm making mistakes in everything I do."

Carlos told Dahlin about the Cursed Sect in such a way that the two of them wrinkled their bath skins.

Leaving the pool and lying on the deck chair, Carlos continued to talk about the conclusions he had reached.

So I left. In the eyes of those who care, my traces cannot be hidden, and I am waiting for them to act. ”

"Well, I get the idea, but what about the orcs?"

Dalin reverted back to the topic again.

"Uncle, you still don't understand. It's not a small conspiracy for power as you imagine, but a big event no less than the war back then. Humans have no more energy left to keep the orcs in captivity. ”

Dalin grinned noncommittally.

"Either kill them all, or there will be a rebellion, tribe, what a familiar and unfamiliar word."

Carlos shook his head helplessly.

"So, you're going to make your own tribe?"

"You could also call it differentiation."

Carlos picked up a round fruit, broke it in half with one hand, and handed it half to Dalin.