Without much foreplay, the battle for Maple Creek Valley came to a climax from the start.

With the help of the orcs, the trolls of Zuaman learned the art of assembling large trebuchets. When the High Elves' scouts brought back the news, Carlos was not calm.

Because Tulayan suggested that there were too many century-old trees around Maple Creek Valley, which might provide resources for the enemy to build siege equipment, he suggested burning them. However, the elves refused to carry out these plans to destroy their homeland, and Carlos was not prepared to do such a thankless job. So knowing that Tulayan's proposal was correct, everyone ignored the correct proposal.

After all, without a large amount of manpower, this plan is useless, those big trees that need to be hugged by two people are not something that can be dealt with with a few small axes, and large-scale operations, overall planning is a troublesome matter.

Decisively changing the subject, Carlos felt that there was no need to make an unpleasant fuss at this juncture.

"Whatever the enemy wants to do, we must block; Whatever is good for the enemy, we must destroy. ”

Under Carlos's guiding ideology of "two whatevers", Tulayan took the lead in responding, which can be regarded as taking the initiative to skip it. Although the elves did not look good, they also responded positively.

So in the magical place of Maple Creek Valley, the original defenders took the initiative to attack, while the invaders were actively defending.

Benevolence and righteousness are not applied, and the offensive and defensive forces are different.

Carlos somehow suddenly remembered such a phrase, although it didn't seem to be appropriate for the moment......

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

This is the deepest realization that Carlos has felt in the past few days.

Because of the material problem, Aurelia went to the Far Traveler's House and went to fight with the representatives of Silvermoon City, and the elves left behind after hearing that Kael'thas was in command and that the army of Silvermoon City was exhausted. suddenly gained confidence, and became polite to Carlos, the nominal commander of the coalition forces.

The worst thing is that the soldiers who followed him all the way to the death also became tired and began to cheat and play tricks.

Sometimes looking at the faces of some High Elves, Carlos wants to lift the table and stop playing, but he has already done it. How can you get along with your own pay?

Therefore, a battle that is in the interests of all parties, but does not conform to the common sense of war, has begun.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Carlos, I'm really sorry that you have to suffer such a grievance for the sake of this war that does not belong to you."

Darkan seized the opportunity and found the opportunity to talk to Carlos alone.

"I'm not wronged, didn't Anastarian promise to reward me."

Carlos for the Archmage. It's still very polite. But Darkan took Carlos's true politeness as irony, and couldn't help but be even more ashamed.

Those who witnessed the brutality of the trolls, and the high elves who fought all the way from the humans, Darkan was really angry when he saw the two thousand reinforcements he brought.

I don't know where these guys got their confidence, if they didn't have the support of humans like Carlos and Tulayan, how could they fight against more than three times as many trolls with three thousand elves.

His Royal Highness's army?

Not a day has come. You can't count them in a day!

Darkan tried to use this conversation to appease Carlos's grievances.

"I'm really sorry. Your Majesty Carlos, those little ones have been dazzled by merit and fame. In their eyes, war becomes a shortcut to promotion, but they forget that fighting a war always kills people. ”

After all, Darkan still has a face, so he can only pick and choose.

"Actually, it's not wrong. In the event of the scheduled arrival of reinforcements, take the initiative. It's not wrong to change the dynamics of the war, you don't have to carry it all on your back, master. ”

Carlos understood the meaning of Darkan's words and took the initiative to comfort him.

"I'm a mage, but I've been through war. We, the Queldore Elves, are proud of ourselves. But you should not be arrogant. It was not a wise decision to abandon a strong offensive and fight a strong enemy in the field with inferior forces, and those little ones only took advantage of Marshal Aurelia's departure to kidnap Your Majesty's will with public opinion. So I should apologize. ”

Darkan bowed sincerely.

"Well, I accept your apology, and please keep your mind with the rest of the mages in the coming days, everything will be fine when the Kael'thas army arrives."

Carlos nodded, signaling that he understood.

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness."

After Darkan finished speaking, he took the initiative to leave, and it would be hypocritical to talk nonsense.

The original garrison of Maple Creek Valley was dominated by humans, and although the High Elves were landlords, they actively assisted Carlos and his party. But when the news of Kael'thas leading the army came, everything changed, as if the High Elves had suddenly found the backbone, as if the trolls would surrender without a fight in the name of the Sunstrider.

Maple Creek Valley itself is not a major town in Quel'Salas, and when the supplies collected here are rapidly consumed by thousands of mouths, Aurelia has to go out to find supplies. Out of her control, the elves began to question Carlos and Tulayan's decisions.

Carlos, who was already in his mind, was unwilling to do the work of the good guys and carry the pot of the bad guys, so he agreed to the High Elves' request for war with only a little dissuasion, and he should send troops and troops, and he should contribute his efforts, just to add points in front of Kael'thas.

This is the helplessness and squalor of politics.

At the top of the Alliance, at political meetings, Anastarian or Kael'thas said that you Carlos is good, which is more useful than 10,000 Quel'Thalasians who say that you are the king of Alterac.

Putting aside the cloak of warmth, politics has always been naked and ruthless.

Now Carlos didn't care about the battle loss ratio or the victory or defeat of the defensive battle in Maple Creek Valley, and he didn't even care much about his army, he just wanted to end this matter quickly.

Anastarian agreed to Quel'Thalas's joining the alliance, and he was the introducer.

That's enough.

It doesn't matter if only he and Quel'Thalas's envoy return to Alterac.

I almost forgot about Tulayan.

Carlos corrected his thoughts, and he, plus Tulayan, brought the envoy with him. As long as the three of us make it back to Alterac alive.

That's the bottom line.

As soon as he finished thinking about it, Carlos rubbed his face vigorously and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Even you yourself have such an idea, how can you be qualified to blame your subordinates for having other thoughts.

"Your Majesty, I want to report to you."

It didn't go far before Ymir stopped Carlos.

Seeing that Ymir didn't speak for a long time, Carlos understood, signaled to the guards not to follow, and then walked to the side with Ymir.

"Your Majesty, reinforcements have arrived, and there are still three days to go, and they have sent messengers. I felt that this news should not be spread at will, so I hid the courier's tracks, which was a letter from China. ”

Ymir pulled out a roll of wax-sealed parchment and respectfully handed it to Carlos.

"Well done, you can arrange it later, I want to see the messenger."

"Yes, I'll arrange it."

Seeing that his disposition had been affirmed by Carlos, Ymir gladly accepted the order and left with a smile on his face.

Carlos opened the wax seal, read the letter, and couldn't help but be furious.

"Fart NM!"

Unable to help venting his anger with Chinese scolding, Carlos crumpled the parchment into a ball.

The letter states that ten days ago, the wall of Soladin had been lost, and that it had been recaptured by the garrison after a hard battle, with more than half of the 4,000 defenders suffering casualties. The Supreme Commander of the garrison, Biglas. Bertone's personal guard was killed, and Biglas. Bertonn is missing, suspected of surrendering the Horde.

Uncle's thick-eyed human racist will rebel?

I, no, believe! (To be continued......)