The moment Carlos touched the stone monument, his heartbeat slowed down a beat. [No pop-up novel website]
Then nothing happened.
Carlos turned to look at Sylvie in confusion. Morgan.
"Close your eyes."
Sylvie said softly.
Well, turning his head and scanning the ancient words on the stone tablet, Carlos closed his eyes.
In an instant, Carlos was shocked by a spinning weightlessness. When he came to his senses, Carlos found that he had become the world.
Neither God, nor saint, nor spirit. This body is the world, and the world is itself.
I'm Carlos. Barov is this stone tablet.
I am all the history recorded on the stone tablet.
To look at ourselves is to look back at history.
Carlos was intoxicated by the pleasure of dominating everything.
The world is under our control, no need to conquer, no need to surrender, no need to defend, no need to plunder.
Even God is nothing more than this.
Although it felt so wonderful, Carlos quickly woke up from the pleasure brought by this false power.
Because this "world" is too small.
The starting point of history begins with the Arathi League.
In that era, the ancestors still existed, and although the forest trolls were rampant, they did not have the courage to run rampant in the Arathi Highlands. Human beings were scattered into countless tribes and lived freely on the land.
Then, the elves came, guys calling themselves high elves came, bringing covenants and magic.
Contrary to modern human imagination, the unification of the Arathor Empire and the alliance with Quel'Thalas did not happen overnight.
Although the new humans are full of fear and yearning for magic, their ancestors don't care.
Besides, high elves are not good people. If their ancestors are still alive and their strength is still there, those arrogant pointed ears will not have time to talk about friendship and alliance with weak humans.
On the one hand, there was pressure from the trolls, and on the other hand, the pressure brought by the high elves. The ancestors believed that the unrestrained days of mankind were over, and it was time to regroup.
As a result, each tribe sent its best representatives to conduct a test of strength and wisdom.
then. The first nobles were born.
Nobility comes from responsibility.
When the humans scattered throughout the Arathi Highlands gathered together, the overwhelming numerical advantage made the high elves stop having bad intentions and began to face the power of humans.
The war that would determine the fate of Lordaeron had been prepared for a long time. It ended quickly.
Later, people thought that the numbers of humans and the magic of elves overwhelmed the troll empire.
But the reality is that in front of the Man of Steel, the troll's most powerful warrior can only die with hatred.
The bodies of many ancestors have begun to decay under the erosion of the long years. For the future of their children, many ancestors have no intention of coming back alive for the final battle.
Thirteen thousand high elves. One hundred thousand humans faced off against three hundred thousand trolls and three hundred thousand Amani emperors.
There are less than 600 ancestors.
The war lasted for one day and two nights.
In the face of the steel warriors and the torrent of magic, the trolls were completely defeated, and the Amani Empire's rule over Lordaeron was ended.
Now that the union has been formed, how can it be divided for no reason? In front of this stone tablet, all humans made a bloody alliance, and the Arathor Empire was officially established.
The exhausted ancestors gradually faded out of the stage of history.
This is the origin of the "blood contract".
From the founding of the empire to the reign of Emperor Thoradin. Carlos saw human family, friendship, and love, as well as human cunning, deception, and betrayal.
They stick together for warmth because they are weak, and they expand externally because of greed.
Lordaeron is so blessed by nature. The elves are in a small corner, the trolls are powerless, and the vast world can be roamed by humans.
When the royal family could no longer control the high citizens of Stromgarde, the empire existed in name only.
Thoradin's heirs did not want to associate with the ministers with evil intentions, and did not want to scheming in conflicts of interest, so they chose to go south.
The last living ancestor chose to walk with the children.
After two hundred years of migration, humans traveling south arrived at a land blessed with natural resources. Name it Alvin.
After witnessing the renovation of Stormwind City, the last ancestor decided to pass away and live alone, waiting for his imminent death.
The children can already survive independently, and the mission of the ancestors has been completed.
Just like children who are having trouble. The ancestors were not as concerned about the division of the empire as the new humans were. The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are all r, as long as human beings prosper.
Therefore, this stone tablet and this "blood contract" were taken away by the last ancestor.
Although he has foreseen his own death, the life of a vrykul is still long.
For a hundred years, Yingli continued to become weak. But the time of death has not yet come.
In a retreat in the Redridge Mountains, supported by a small village, the last ancestors spent their final years in peace.
However, the civil war between the dwarves, although it has nothing to do with Elwynn Forest or Stormwind City, is related to the humans in the Redridge Mountains.
The Dark Iron dwarves maintained basic friendship with the humans living in the Redridge Mountains, but Thaurissan's ambition brought the war to the stable and peaceful Redridge Mountains.
In order to prepare for unexpected events, Eiri used her appeal to gather humans from thousands of miles away.
Those who are not of my race cannot be fully trusted.
However, Eiri is not a god and cannot predict the coming disaster.
Even though we have made all the preparations, human beings are so insignificant in front of the mighty power of the Fire Demon King.
The raging flames are no longer an adjective at this moment, and only red and black remain in the world.
The sky is red and the earth is black.
More than 100,000 human beings were killed by the ruthless flames at the moment of the disaster, and many more creatures died from the disaster after the mutation.
And from where Eiri was, she could see the Fire Demon King unleashing his endless anger with just a single glance.
Reluctance, distress, regret, anger.
Even the body of steel could barely protect itself in the face of Fentian's wrathful flames.
No one can be saved, no one can be spared.
Yingli looked around and saw only the charred human remains, and the world was completely silent.
He ran all the way back to his secluded village, and there were only corpses in the burning world.
Although the high temperature revitalized Yingli's body, it depleted her little remaining vitality.
When Sylvie was found alive in the stone room where the "Blood Contract" was kept, Eiri couldn't help crying.
No matter who you are, please save this child!
In her cry, the burning sky seemed to become clear.
Yingli, whose life had come to an end, fell to her knees, turned her head with difficulty, and saw a pair of eyes as clear as moonlight.
Carlos's heart began to turmoil.
This is a figure that the world cannot record. This is beauty that cannot be described in words. This is a figure that cannot be desecrated by statues. Under the gauze feather coat, there is a pair of eyes full of compassion.
Elune!
The moon god once visited the small mountain village where the disaster occurred. (To be continued.)
