Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. In the night sky of Azeroth, there are two moons. The white and always round one is called the White Lady. It is said to be the courtyard of the Moon God and the residence of Elune. The blue one, the one that is always incomplete, is called the blue child. Some say it is the back garden Elune prepared for her children and husband. Some say it is where the sister of the moon god lives. Some even say it is where Elune restrains herself. The prison of Evil Moon.
However, Fang Brick once told Carlos that by calculating the planet's gravity and tidal changes, there should be a third moon between the white lady and the blue boy. Through spectral analysis of the pure crystal, it should be a red moon.
Brick used rigorous magic theory to deduce the results and told Carlos that Red Boy should not be a regular sphere, it was probably square.
Then Carlos couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It's not that he was laughing at Fang Brick's whims. He had even experienced time travel and rebirth, and there was nothing Carlos didn't believe in.
The problem is that a Fang head talks to you about "Red Boy" in a righteous and serious manner...
In the end, Carlos spent a hundred gold coins to appease Uncle Fang's hurt heart because of his arrogance.
Sitting on a sleeping stone, Carlos discovered that although not a single moon could be seen today, the entire night sky was red. It seemed that Uncle Fang Bian had a lot of skills.
Three moons, one bright, one dark and one hidden.
Three colors of moonlight, one round and one missing.
Forgetting whether it was the previous life or this life, and forgetting where he saw or heard it, Carlos remembered a sentence.
The circle is in my hometown, the gap is in the end of the world, and the square is in the dream.
"Your Majesty, within a radius of ten miles, thirty-one of the guards have returned, and nineteen are missing."
The captain of the guard reported to Carlos.
Human teleportation magic technology is not yet mature, and long-distance teleportation is prone to various problems.
Carlos was very satisfied that more than 60% of the personnel returned to the team safely, and the rest... left it to fate.
The gathering place for the separated people has been arranged in advance and a thorough plan has been made. The only thing left is to look at the face.
It's not that Carlos cares about human life. Living in this troubled world, he either dies from being a fool or from trying to commit suicide. The difference is also a matter of dying early and dying late. When Carlos was the first to step into the portal. The guards no longer had any resentment, and all that was left was to resign themselves to fate.
"Is it worth it?" Alleria was lying down on the grass nearby to rest. Humanity's poor teleportation technology made her extremely uncomfortable. It had been almost three hours since the afternoon and she still hadn't recovered.
"It's worth it. Danas is my friend, and Uncle Biglas blocked a knife for me in the Hinterlands. Now they are in trouble. How can I just sit back and watch."
After Carlos answered Alleria's question, he stood up.
"Abandon the search. In fifteen minutes, all personnel will gather and prepare to set off. The target is Durnholde."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Although Carlos's reasons are high-sounding, they are not all.
Because Tan Ji overheard the internal meeting of Stromgarde.
The permanent stalker, whose combat power was only five, accidentally overheard the truth of the incident during an operation.
The slander against Uncle Bigras comes from the internal power struggle of the Stromgarde regime.
Thoras, the current supreme leader of Stromgarde, Belthorne is fifty-three years old, which is considered a long life in Azeroth. Thoras had no heirs, however, so his scepter would eventually be held by one of his brothers.
originally. Biglas Bertone has great possibilities and high prestige. However, Uncle Biglas's life and death are now unknown, so Danas has become a reserve supporter of their faction.
To slander Biglas is to erase the legitimacy of Danas’ inheritance.
And Wu Ping is just an innocent victim of this power dispute.
Now that Hillbrad has been beaten to ashes, Gilneas and Lordaeron have also mobilized a large amount of manpower and material resources to deal with the Horde's attack. Only the Stromgarde regime in the Arathi Highlands has lost control of the Soldor Bridge and Thoradin's Wall. protection, using only conventional troops to deal with this ethnic war that has been going on for more than a year.
It can be said that apart from Lordaeron, Stromgarde has the greatest war potential if fully mobilized. Stromgarde can also mobilize 100,000 strong men to participate in the battle, and does not need Lordaeron to provide food and grass supplies.
At this special time and with a special status, the highest authority in Stromgarde has a special right to speak within the alliance.
So smear those who vilify Biglas. It's someone from the Trollbane family.
This is a political conspiracy taking advantage of a special form of war.
Wu Ping, an innocent political victim.
In this special battle, force is useless; what matters is wisdom, authority, and power.
Power. Momentum, the general trend of people's hearts.
In this special battle, Carlos did not have thousands of troops to rely on. He could only rely on his bloody style, and with the east wind of Quel'Thalas joining the alliance, he issued a statement in the trial where the alliance's top leaders gathered. own voice.
As the voice of the king.
Not only for friends, but also for myself.
Carlos wants the Alliance to listen to his words.
After a long period of preparation, the balance of the war has tilted towards the Alliance. Although the Horde still has the upper hand in combat, the Alliance has regained its disadvantage at the battle level. In terms of strategy, the Lordaeron countries, which have witnessed the brutality of the orcs, have begun to fully mobilize. , time is on the alliance’s side.
In a future where victory is foreseeable, whoever has the louder voice will get more benefits.
"Your Majesty, we found an orc team in the southwest, about a hundred people."
The guards who gradually gathered together brought the latest news.
"Ah, this moonlight is just right for seeing blood."
Carlos stretched and stood up from the stone.
When commanding an army, as the commander-in-chief, Carlos must take care of the overall situation. The so-called fighting is more of a show to boost morale.
In battles involving more than a thousand people, the role of the individual has actually been weakened, and this kind of battle involving a hundred people is what Carlos likes best.
With the support of his personal guards, Carlos did not need to estimate what was behind him or worry about the cold arrows in the darkness. In front of the king of Alterac, there were only enemies waiting to die and enemies fleeing.
As if affected by the crimson moon, Carlos felt himself becoming bloodthirsty.
"Alleria, do you want to go?"
Carlos asked.
"What do you think?"
Under the crimson moon, Alleria seemed to be infected. There was no one around her who needed to be taken care of. The Avenger of the Windrunner family propped his head up with the back of his hand. He showed a twisted and pleasant smile.
That's the smile that belongs to the Avengers.
The former Generalissimo Alleria was just a disguise for someone grieving the loss of a loved one. Now this crazy woman exuding cruelty and malice is the Alleria who has liberated her inner restraints.
My heart is broken, how can I not smile ferociously?
"Are we really going to find trouble with the orcs? Their number is three times ours!"
The newly added guard asked the senior in a low voice, but received ruthless ridicule from the senior.
"Don't use your head to think. All you need to do is follow His Majesty and then kill."
Carlos didn't notice the incident behind him. He stretched out his hand to Alleria, took the female ranger's palm, and pulled Alleria up from the ground.
Carlos, a high elf face-blind patient, couldn't see the face of the elf in front of him. But he could clearly see the smile that was almost curved into a crescent shape.
"Want to compare?"
Carlos asked in a good mood.
"As long as you're happy, I'll do whatever you want."
Alleria said with a slightly trembling voice.
In the Burning Plains, the Altar of Storms supervised by Tyrone Gorefiend has been completed.
In order to keep up with the progress, many human, dwarf slave prisoners of war, and even orc laborers died of exhaustion on the construction site and fell into the hot lava.
But to Gul'dan, these were small sacrifices.
Because today, tonight, under the scarlet moonlight, the Burning Legion will be here ten thousand years later. Once again, there is a great demon at the level of a legion commander standing on the land of Azeroth.
Under Gul'dan's guidance, a huge stream of void energy tore through the barriers of space. A body as tall as a mountain crossed the rift in time and space with unparalleled power and appeared in the Burning Plains and the Altar of Storms.
Overlord, Kazzak, this nearly 100-meter-tall demon relied solely on his passive talent and fear aura to kill the three hundred human sacrifices prepared by Gul'dan out of fear.
"I heard Trickster say you, orc, were fine. You are fine."
Absorbing the fearful and desperate soul of the sacrifice, Kazzak bestowed upon him the rewards of Gul'dan's Legion.
"My hands harvest despair, and my feet step out of the flames of war. I will be the overlord, Kazak!"
Unrestrainedly revealing his true name, Kazzak set Gul'dan on fire.
Tyrone Blood Demon watched all this in horror, wondering how his master had offended the big demon in front of him.
But soon, Tyrone Blood Demon found that he had miscalculated and was in the Shadow Flame. Gul'dan showed a happy and satisfied expression.
"Legion, is this the power of the Burning Legion?"
After absorbing Kazzak's gift, Gul'dan became even more unpredictable and unfathomable.
"Continue to serve the Legion, orcs. Thousands of worlds are waiting for the Legion to conquer."
After Kazak finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew away, thinking about the direction of the Dark Door.
In the underground mirror tower of Karazhan Tower, Aegwynn Magna seemed to be in a daze in front of the crystal coffin containing the body of her son Medivh.
"It's still a little bit close. There's still one last piece of debris. It's very difficult to deal with."
Aegwynn murmured.
"Huh? Maybe a big devil's horn as a medium is a good idea. But now that I no longer have the strength to kill the big devil head-on, it will be difficult. I need to make some preparations."
The former guardian had broken his heart and broken his mind in order to expel Sargeras' soul fragments, resurrect his son, and fulfill the obligations of a mother.
Medivh's death is both the end and the beginning.
Aegwynn has completed the reshaping of her son's body. The problem now is that the last fragment of Sargeras's soul is hidden too deep for the female mage to find.
But the sudden appearance of demonic energy gave the female mage a new idea.
Maybe you can make a trap to lure the last piece of Sargeras' soul to reveal itself.
Then, Medivh, the last guardian, will be reborn and truly free and independent in this world.
This is the responsibility of the ancestors and the love of the mother.
The defeat ten thousand years ago left Kazzak with a profound impact on Azeroth.
However, what the Overlord didn't know was that at this moment, it was already attracted by a difficult opponent. (To be continued.).
