The charm of magic is not the art of poking someone to death with one finger, it is just the refreshing feeling brought by power.
The charm of magic lies in providing imagination beyond cognition, which is unparalleled in realizing delusions.
Carlos is not a magical idiot, and the Paladins are not brainless muscle sticks. Contrary to what ordinary people think, some Paladins will almost turn to study spells and learn from the experience of mages to perfect their own Holy Light. Spells.
So when Carlos carefully observed Kael'thas' magic laboratory, a desire to "kill the rich and divide the land" surged out of his heart, and even the coffin boards could not suppress it.
Luxury, so extravagant, so extravagant that it's so low-key, so extravagant that you can't tell how extravagant it is without a certain amount of knowledge and life experience.
Not to mention the seven orange weapons, legendary equipment is not just for a young lady standing on the street. It comes and goes when called upon. Every legendary-level artifact placed on the earth would be a nuclear-bomb-level existence and would not be placed in the living room for people to visit.
But in Kael'thas' magic laboratory, even the teacups were of epic quality, and even the floor tiles were golden and rare. This was a bit unbearable.
"Actually... look at that black lotus. It looks so good. I discovered it accidentally when I was passing by Stratholme. There are cuticles on the petioles and red patterns on the rhizomes. Its medicinal effect is three times that of ordinary black lotus. ."
"Oh, so awesome, so awesome."
"Actually... the purple lotus tea brewed from the snow mountain spring water in Winter Spring Valley does not taste better than the deep groundwater from your Keldaron Lake. In addition to producing blinding powder and glittering potions, dead grass can also act as a filter. The effect, combined with the juice of groundroot grass, can remove the weak toxicity of many plants."
"Well, it's really good. It's really good."
"Also..."
"Ah, that's right, I learned it."
"I haven't said anything yet..."
"It doesn't matter, I already understand it."
Carlos's skill when he opens his mouth to talk nonsense is up.
Two men who are more than acquaintances but not friends want to chat. In Azeroth without football, the only three options left are women, career, and bad-mouthing others.
Woman, is it difficult for Kael'thas to talk to Carlos about the looks and figures of Ilucia and Jaina?
Career, what can a real prince talk about with an active king? It’s terrifying to think about it.
It is possible to speak ill of others. The only question is who to speak ill of. This is another difficult problem.
Kael'thas would like to explain to Carlos that he did not mean to make things difficult for him before, and he would also like to complain about Kael'thas's internal political strife. Unfortunately, these words cannot be said casually. If he speaks out, he will be held responsible in the future. Responsibility, obviously or not.
So I had to be blind for a while.
Carlos really didn't pay much attention to the troubles made by his subordinates. This is how he asks for help from others. But he was stunned by the trench air that Kael'thas inadvertently emitted.
So follow a bunch of nonsense.
So during the time when Kael'thas was preparing magic, the two grown men had no idea what they were talking about.
Unlike human magicians, Kael'thas did not have to do anything to draw the magic circle himself. The three enchanted wands exuded the light of the arcane torrent, suspended in the air like floating cannons, and accurately completed the drawing work of the magic circle. In order to ensure maximum effectiveness, the potions needed to perform magic are prepared as they are, and are meticulously processed by the arcane servants commonly known as Fatty Blue. Two arcane puppets with blue backgrounds and gold-rimmed shells dedicated to magic research were scanning the Ashkandi Brotherhood sword with magic tools that Carlos had never seen before. They were extremely cool.
In this way, after one and seven-thirteenths cups of tea, Kael'thas completed the preparations, and the awkward atmosphere was finally broken.
"Honestly, if someone else made such a request to me, they would either be kicked out by me, or a bottle of dream-returning potion would do the trick. But Carlos, as an old friend of our Quel'dorei, Yonge The Sun Chaser family remembers the kindness of the forest, so I thought about it for a long time and prepared this magic circle."
Kael'thas became serious when talking about this magic commission.
"Thanks."
This time, Carlos expressed his sincere thanks. Because in the conversation just now, Carlos understood Kael'thas's sincerity.
Carlos's request was actually very simple. He wanted to understand what happened that day, or what happened between the arakkoa Ashkandi and Nefarian.
This is not simply to satisfy one's curiosity, but an important prerequisite for specifying the next action plan. The world line has changed due to his own actions, and blindly trusting the information in his memory will only lead to unexpected failure, so intelligence becomes very important. When recalling the plot at that time, Carlos always felt like he was being plotted, as if there was a pair of black hands manipulating everything behind the scenes. This feeling is very bad.
Indeed, a bottle of dream recall potion can allow Carlos to relive his past. But the Dream Recall Potion is very helpful in helping Alzheimer's patients recall whether they had a friendly match with the wild boy and his mother who came to recognize their relatives when they were young, but it cannot be used on strong people. Whether it is a fire element lord or an adult black dragon, unconscious magic power can destroy the effectiveness of the dream-returning potion.
Spells like time retrieval are too noisy. When encountering a spell master like Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, destroying spells is child's play. It is easy to distort facts and create illusions to deceive people.
So after thinking about it, Carlos had to admit that even Antonidas and his like were not reliable when it came to magic problems. If he encountered trouble, he would still have to go to the high elves.
"This sword of yours is really a murderous weapon. I can hear the echoes of the dead souls without using magic. Once the requiem takes effect and calms and suppresses these restless fluctuations, I can take the next step."
Kael'thas' right hand drew two circles in the air rhythmically, and a light curtain covered the Ashcandi Brotherhood sword that was hovering in mid-air.
Through the light curtain, Carlos saw a power that was originally invisible to the naked eye. I saw that the shadow ripples that kept rising on the broad sword like a pond were gradually suppressed. The power of the Ashcandi Brotherhood Sword was suppressed by Kael'thas' magic.
"Drink it and you'll see."
Karsus took the bottle of potion sent by the servant of Mathematical Olympiad and handed it to Carlos.
Looking at the green bubbling viscous potion, Carlos was confused, and he opened his mouth and said: "What's the price?"
"It's safe and has no side effects. I also added golden alfalfa and the taste is not bad."
"Um, thank you..."
Carlos drank it in one gulp and found that the taste was really not bad, and it had a sweet aftertaste, but he felt a little dazed immediately after drinking it.
"Now, stand inside the magic circle, hold your sword, enter a meditative state, and feel it with your heart."
After Kael'thas said this, Carlos was really grateful.
To go around in such a big circle and ask for such a big favor, Carlos just didn't know what happened at that time like the others.
True gratitude never exists in words, and Carlos didn't waste any more nonsense. He nodded and followed Kael'thas' instructions and walked into the magic circle.
Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, Carlos used the paladin's usual confession posture to enter a meditative state.
Then Kael'thas immediately took out his staff and pointed it at the magic circle with an arcane ray!
"What kind of memories are so strong that the sudden burst of fluctuations almost destroyed the stability of the entire spell..."
The sudden change almost destroyed the entire magic. After stabilizing the magic circle, Kael'thas wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and for the first time he became a little curious about the memory of this sword.
