Because it took two days to recruit the gryphon, Carlos rested for two days at Eagle's Nest Mountain. ＠乐＠文＠小＠说|
He is no longer the risk-taker who risked his life to change his life against the odds. Carlos will never do anything like traveling alone without an escort.
There was no rush anyway, it was still a return trip to the old place. Carlos was able to relax and enjoy the scenery with dwarf characteristics.
What are dwarf characteristics?
Although he is very small, his architectural style is typical of "big is beautiful".
As Carlos grew older, his physical development began to gradually slow down or even stagnate. When he was in Alterac City, he had already encountered the embarrassment of having to bow his head when entering and exiting. But in this city built by the dwarves, there is no such concern at all.
Rough, strong, and majestic.
This is probably the characteristic of dwarves.
The last time I came to Eagle Nest Mountain, the eagle's beak hadn't been carved yet, but now, more than half of the feathers on the eagle's head have been carved.
Looking from a distance, the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain is lifelike, just like a giant eagle standing proudly on the mountains.
Dwarves are indeed natural masons.
However, precisely because it was too realistic and the feather carving was only half completed, this created an embarrassing situation.
The eagle in Yingchao Mountain is a mangy eagle...
"Hahahaha, it looks good up close, but it looks so joyful from a distance."
"Hey, this is our home!"
"Um, I'm sorry..."
"But you're right, it's really fun, hahahaha!"
"Hahahahahaha."
Johnson. The Rock. A dwarf mage, a big fan of Uncle Fang, and also a good friend of Carlos.
The dwarf's frankness and open-mindedness won Carlos' favor. We haven’t seen each other for several years and it’s still the same.
After symbolically safeguarding the honor of Eagle's Nest Mountain, Johnson Doulder joined the ranks of those who ridiculed the bald mangy eagle.
How to have a quick and harmonious conversation with friends you haven’t seen for a long time?
It's nothing more than bragging, flattery, and slandering others.
Having a common topic, Carlos quickly started chatting with the dwarf.
There was no utilitarian purpose, and he didn't want to talk about anything. Carlos just wanted to chat with people.
So, I found a leeward place with good scenery. After two bags of wine, the atmosphere became lively.
At first. The dwarf mage talked endlessly about the changes in Eagle's Nest Mountain, about Kurdran and Falstad, and about himself.
Then Johnson Dushi wanted to hear Carlos talk about his experience.
Although Carlos's eloquence has been trained for more than ten years, it is not bad. But his talent for telling stories was not great.
There were some stumbles, and occasionally I couldn't find the right words and got stuck, but when Carlos was speaking, both the dwarf mage and his guards just listened quietly, and listened, and heard the moon coming out.
"That naughty kid back then has become a big hero."
At the end of the story, Johnson Dushi couldn't help but admire.
"A hero? I don't think I am."
Perhaps because the other party was a dwarf, Carlos rarely opened his heart.
"Everything I do is just for myself, my family. The people around me. I'm not that great."
“Isn’t that enough, no matter what you think, but everything you do benefits all those who trust you.”
As a dwarf mage, Johnson Dushi's talent may not be that good. It took more than a hundred years to become an intermediate mage. But as an elder who thinks carefully, he said something shocking to Carlos.
"Love the people you love. Give it your all. Kill the people you hate and leave no one alive. Carlos, you can't make everyone like you, and you can't save everyone's life. You know, from you In the story, I wanted to cry. Because although you said that you were snobbish, the things you did were too selfless. I have seen at least a thousand human beings, but you are different from them. , you don’t look like a human being.”
"Oh, what do I look like?"
"saint."
“Aren’t saints human beings too?”
Carlos asked with a smile.
"No saint will die a good death."
The dwarf mage replied with a straight face.
"So Master, what do you think?"
Carlos bowed his head respectfully and asked.
"I have no opinion, and I won't suggest anything to you. As a friend, I hope you have a good life, and I hope we still have time to drink together. But as a listener, you expect more exciting stories."
"I'm sorry, Master Johnson, I once underestimated you."
Carlos smiled gently and apologized honestly.
"Hahahaha, don't mind it, I forgive you."
An accidental conversation and a sincere exchange made Carlos feel a little warm and guilty in his heart.
Trapped in the cage of fear compiled by memory for too long, Carlos found that he had unknowingly developed a paranoia of persecution.
It seems that as long as you don't work hard, the world will be destroyed because of you. It seems that without you, others will achieve nothing.
Unknowingly, Carlos has changed from wanting to save the family's fate to wanting to get more, fighting again and again, and fighting for his life again and again. Carlos suddenly realized that he hadn't seen his mother for a long time, hadn't communicated with his two younger brothers for a long time, and hadn't written a letter to Ilucia for a long time.
Unknowingly, the son, brother, and brother named Carlos Barov were bound by a crown and became a man called "King".
Coming here with pleasure and returning with pleasure, Carlos returned to the inn to rest, and the dwarf mage was also on his way back to the mage tower.
Then he got into an alley and disappeared.
"Hey, it turns out that interfering in the future will not end well. One wrong step will lead to the next wrong step."
After canceling the transformation spell, a dwarf girl shook her neck.
"Aegwynn, I'm so confused as to whether I'm helping you or hurting you."
As the little dwarf snapped his fingers, a drunken Johnson Jushi slowly woke up in a hotel room.
"Ah, my head hurts so much, please sleep a little longer."
Two days later, High Lord Metz fulfilled his promise, and a griffon team returned to the Eagle's Nest from the coast.
However, looking at the exhausted griffins and griffon knights, Carlos offered to rest for the night and leave tomorrow.
Metz had no reason to object and agreed.
That night, the observation posts set up by the Wildhammer dwarves in the mountains lit up with red smoke. Countless beasts howled in the mountains, and the alarm bells blared in the Eagle's Nest Fortress.
"What happened? Go out and find out."
Carlos ordered the guards in his pajamas.
About ten minutes later, the guard reported back.
"Your Majesty, dragons, red dragons, probably red dragons owned by the orcs. The dwarves say that a large number of red dragons bypassed the monitoring stations set up by the Alliance, attacked the dwarf outposts, and passed through the mountains."
"Do you know the tribe's destination?"
Carlos frowned, then broke into a cold sweat. If he set off today, he should be resting at a dwarf's mountain outpost by now.
"Judging from the direction, it should be Quel'Thalas."
The guard hesitated for a moment and expressed his judgment. (To be continued)
ps: Keep asking for the next monthly ticket.
