Politics comes from life, politics is higher than life, and politics is life.

Politics is everywhere in races with social structures.

What have more friends and fewer enemies, these are only means, not ends.

So, what is the purpose of politics?

The party is the same and the party is different.

Three friends go out to play, I want to eat hot pot, you want to go to an Internet café, he wants to.

What to do?

I said to him, let's go eat hot pot, Meituan order barbecue takeout.

He agreed.

I say to you, go eat hot pot, and only after you finish eating will you have the strength to stay up all night.

You agreed.

So my goal was achieved, and that was politics.

It's easy to flip the table, and it's easy to get most things right, but the consequences are very serious.

For example, a certain stupid king who doesn't understand people's hearts has practiced most of the justice in his life, but in the end he ended up betraying his relatives, which is the consequence of ignoring politics.

Carlos didn't want that, so compromise and concession became inevitable.

Taking the three friends just now as an example, is it because the guy who wants to go to the Internet café is hindering you from eating, do you hammer him with the buddy who wants to masturbate? Then hold high the banner of the hot pot party and turn over the rebellion of the cult, and finally step on the corpses of the two and order a spicy mandarin duck pot to remember the lost youth and friendship?

The great man said well, today's small step back is for tomorrow's big stride. Only by knowing how to compromise and forbearance can we be truly unswerving, and only by learning to empathize can we obtain true friendship.

Carlos sat in the carriage with a lot of thoughts.

I understand the truth, but I'm so angry!

The good boys of the alliance are throwing their heads and spilling their blood on the front line for these wastes?

Although there are only 700 people, the gap between the elite and the waste is like a falcon compared to a sparrow. Those guys with ulterior motives didn't dare to face Carlos's guards at all, so they cut down trees and blocked the road, pushed rocks and cut off the road, and all kinds of disgusting people.

Moreover, the Alterac army that was scheduled to come to meet them did not even see a shadow, and they did not know what had happened.

In a fit of rage, Carlos stepped out of the carriage, mounted his warhorse, and gave up his comfortable way of passage.

"Untie the bedding, put down the flag, leave the baggage, leave a team of 100 to collect the supplies, and the others will follow me!"

"Your Majesty, your escort ......"

"I don't have much patience, I'll come if I want to, and if I don't come, I won't play with them."

With a wave of his hand, Chris stopped from speaking, and Carlos whipped his horsewhip and set off first.

The choice of the old father-in-law, Terenus, is not difficult to understand, and he does not even need to communicate on paper.

There are too many reasons for Brill to Anhador, the Hilbride title deed incident, and the political turmoil within Lordaeron, enough for those desperate nobles to fight for their lives.

There are many people who want to be unfavorable to Carlos, but the only ones who dare to do it and have the ability to act at this point in time are the reactionary nobles of the Kingdom of Lordaeron who are about to fall.

There's no reason for Tyrenus to kill Carlos, after all, the Minethil family is only the second king, and his position is actually strengthened by this war, Carlos's son-in-law is a very good ally for Tyrenus, especially since the Barov family has no core conflict point with the Minethil family after abandoning Brill.

Therefore, Carlos very tacitly chose to obey the unspoken rules of those unseen nobles, accepted all the injustices, and returned to Lordaeron with a few hundred people.

Assassination, come, break through my barrier of light.

Ambush, come, defeat my steel guards.

Conspiracy, come, envelop me, front and back, left and right.

What the hell is a low wall piled up with cow dung on the road? Are children awkward?

I can't beat you, but I'm just going to disgust you.

For such an opponent, Carlos didn't want to put up with it anymore.

There are three ways to get from Southsea to Lordaeron.

It is about 1,200 kilometers north to Alterac and westward through Anhador. Mountainous area.

It is about 1,100 kilometers east along the mainland through the silver pine forest. Tree-based.

Return to Nanhai Town and wait for the ship, and turn to the port city of Lordaeron, about 700 kilometers. Eventful.

Originally, the best option was to take a boat all the way to the shores of Lordaeron. However, because of the problem of the trade winds, the current sea route is not easy to walk, and due to safety considerations, Carlos chose to disembark in Nanhai Town.

Now, the route of travel is a problem.

"To the north, we go from the Silver Pine Forest."

With anger in his heart, Carlos decided to give certain people a chance.

Just look at whether the head is hard or the knife is hard.

At the very center of this storm of power, the royal city of Lordaeron, including Kael'thas and Dalin. All the big names, including Proudmore, are in place, and everyone is quietly waiting for Carlos' arrival.

At least superficially quiet.

Humans are not monolithic, and the High Elves are not really good birds that don't eat the fireworks of the world.

The alliance that had once been formed against the Horde had gradually transformed from a military organization into a political organization because of the predictable victory of complete victory.

This time, Kael'thas came to ———— officially joined the alliance with the mission assigned by his father Anastarian, and was given the right to speak accordingly.

Carlos's father, Alex, was busy building relations with Anhador's old nobles, secretly negotiating with the beneficiaries of Hillbride's enclosure plan, and negotiating interests with other potential allies.

As long as the plan succeeds, Alterac will no longer be a small mountain country, but a powerful country that can stand alongside Lordaeron and Gilneth.

At least in terms of land size.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the joy of victory, and everyone was cheering for Carlos.

But no one seems to really care when Carlos arrives, and even hopes that "Carlos the Knight King" will always be on the way.

It's not hard to understand.

The alliance is such a behemoth, and if it wins, it is a big trouble.

Although Carlos's step by step retreat seems to convince everyone that he has no idea of starting a war for human unification. But the issue of rewards for more than 100,000 people......

I have a headache when I think about it, but I still don't want to.

As the night fell, Terenus finished his meeting with the last guest, and sat alone in the main seat of the reception room, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long pause, he stood up and walked to the guest seat and sat down, looking at his seat before, his eyes a little glazed.

"Where is Carlos now?"

"Two days ago, His Majesty Carlos chose to go north by land, and now he should be about to enter the Silver Pine Forest."

"Are there four more days?"

Terenus waved his hand to let his court governor, who was also the head of the intelligence organization of the Lordaeron Kingdom, out.

"What a wonderful young man, that imperial crown, who is not red-eyed, but unfortunately your surname is Barov, my surname is Minehir, and we are not Lothar. Clever, clever, alas, alas. ”

After another moment of silence, Terenus stood up with his hands on his deputy.

"Let me give you one last ride, Knight King."