"Carlos, cheer up, your soldiers need you."

On the way to the third line of defense presided over by Tulayan, Aurelia rode the landing bird, parallel to Carlos, and whispered persuasion.

"I'm fine."

Carlos replied flatly.

"But you don't look good."

Aurelia looked a little worried.

"That's because I'm not happy."

Carlos's tone was flat, without any fluctuations.

"What upsets you, if it's my reason, then I apologize."

Aurelia thought about Aslan's death, thought of the elves' mistakes, thought a lot.

"Aurelia, you know that I chose to help you with a purpose, in the hope of reaping the rewards."

Carlos finally moved, and he turned his head to look at Aurelia condescendingly.

"You'll get what you deserve, I promise."

Aurelia emphasized.

"You can't promise it. I am a king, a king! But I have come to Quel'Thalas, with great armies and friendships, and your Sun King has turned a blind eye to me. Aurelia, I am a king, not a general of your High Elves. ”

Carlos' questioning was sharp and cold, and it wasn't a question that Aurelia could answer.

And from Aurelia's point of view, Anastarian's arrangement was also out of place and misguided. Regardless of Alterac's strength, it would be unceremonious to belittle a king in such a way, let alone a victorious king who was relatively friendly to Quel'Salas.

I obviously reported this situation, what are those guys in the Silvermoon City Council doing, and what is His Majesty the Sun King thinking, those professional bureaucrats.

"Carlos, I promise. When you arrive at Silvermoon City, you'll be greeted with a grand welcome like never before, and the Queldore elves never take their friends lightly. ”

Aurelia said slowly in her soft voice.

"I won't go to Silvermoon City, I won't go to Silvermoon City without Anastarian's invitation." Carlos seemed to have made some difficult decision. "According to the plan, we will hold on to the third line of defense for another five days. In five days, I'll lead the crowd out of the siege, and I'm going back. The mountains of Alterant are my home, and the Hillbride Hills are my battleground. ”

"Carlos, but ......"

Aurelia wanted to stay, to persuade Carlos to stay, but found that she had no position to say such things.

"Five days, five days, five days. I've wasted too much time in this forest. But all my efforts, all my efforts for the friendship between humans and elves, have not been reciprocated. ”

Carlos turned his head and continued to look ahead, pinching his horse's belly lightly, and the horse picked up a slight speed.

"How come, you got our friendship, you got my friendship, Carlos. Aren't we friends? ”

Aurelia couldn't help but frown and flick the reins. Let the chocobo keep up with Carlos.

"Aurelia. Windranger is Carlos. Barov's friend, but the king of Alterac, only has a relationship with the king of Quel'Thalas. ”

Cold and realistic language, Aurelia is speechless.

If she doesn't understand, then there are countless words to refute, selfish, untrustworthy, cowardly. And so on and so forth.

But because Aurelia understands what Carlos has done for Quel'Salas, she has no position to accuse him.

"I'm sorry."

In the end, Aurelia was left with only those three words.

Without a chance to count the results, Carlos didn't know how much damage his copycat Cyclops system had done to the Horde. But a whole two days of marching. The absence of a pursuing enemy is very telling.

By the time he saw Tulayan outside Maple Creek Valley, Carlos had already adjusted his mindset and hugged his friend with the hottest smile.

Pain and responsibility are weights that should be pressed on the bottom of the heart to increase the weight of personality, not because they should be hung on the face like a label to seek sympathy.

Carlos disdains to be a mentally weak person, and even less needs the sympathy of others.

"Tulayan, a great victory, I think people can call me a troll buster in the future."

"Your Majesty Carlos, with all due respect, this title is not very good."

Gotaki, who was acting with Tulayan, shook his head and expressed his opinion, attracting Carlos's attention.

"Well, I forgot how you new trolls felt, I apologize, so old troll busters? Uh, that's ugly. ”

"You can call yourself a giant magic officer, a troll executioner, a troll terminator."

"No, I'm not ending trolls, I'm foolish and savage. Well, people who watch civilization, I think Overwatch is good. ”

"If you say it's good, it's good."

The meeting was originally nonsense to adjust the atmosphere, and Gou Tajin's upper way made everyone at the scene laugh.

Only Aurelia couldn't help but make a bitter face.

If Carlos is really gone, what will happen to the innocent people of Quel'Salas, what will happen to his own revenge.

Adjusting his state so quickly, this man is not a fool who can be swayed with words.

Aurelia has never been worried that trolls and orcs will be able to storm Silvermoon City, and the construction of the magic rune defense system has her own credit, and the legendary heroes of Quel'Salas know that behind the fiber of Silvermoon City, there is a terrible fortress of war, and if you give the trolls another hundred years, they will not be able to break through Silvermoon City.

This is also one of the factors that has contributed to the slow response of the Silver Moon Council, which is not hindered by itself.

But what about the civilians, the civilians who died as tragically as Lillas? Do you let them die outside of Silvermoon City?

Thinking of this, Aurelia's heart began to turmoil again, and her revenge, which had been briefly paralyzed by the fierce battle, began to emit black ripples again, affecting Aurelia's mind.

Carlos. Barov can't go, this man can't go!

But with what reason, at what cost, should I keep him, and leave his army behind.

Aurelia's mind swirled wildly with countless thoughts.

This is an assertive king, and only enough interests can make him tempted.

But I just can't come up with enough benefits at this moment.

Knot!

"Marshal Aurelia, good news!"

Coincidentally, when the defenders of the first line of defense heroically completed their garrison tasks and returned to Fengxi Valley, the elves finally had news from the king's division.

An elven herald rushed up to Aurelia excitedly.

"Marshal, reinforcements have finally arrived, and His Majesty the Sun King has sent reinforcements to support you."

"How much?"

Aurelia also had a sense of surprise.

"About two thousand people."

“……”

Unlike the herald's joy, Aurelia felt a chill to the bone, and turned her head just in time to see Carlos smiling at her, "I'm relieved, Aurelia too." ”

With the elite of these two thousand people, it is about enough to garrison the periphery of Silvermoon City, but what about my revenge?

Aurelia had the illusion that her eyes were smiling and tears were racing. (To be continued......)