When most people were still skeptical of Carlos's doomsday prophecy, thinking that the king of Alterac was talking nonsense due to heatstroke, the mages had basically started operating at full capacity and were preparing to save themselves. .
Medivh's dying blow was both a curse and a blessing. While Khadgar gained unparalleled mysterious wisdom, he also avoided the troubles of aging symptoms.
But Carlos's magical communication allowed this old young man to disregard his physical pain and resolutely make a portal to the Burning Plains and come to the forefront of saving the world.
What kind of fearless spirit is this, what kind of selfless dedication spirit is this.
Apart from stepping out of the portal, it's a bit ugly...
"Khadgar, are you okay? I just need your wisdom and advice, not...well, ah, that...I should respect the old and care for the young."
Carlos really didn't know what appropriate words to use to explain the situation at hand. Although he was concerned, he felt that he had said the wrong thing.
Fortunately Khadgar didn't pay attention.
It was somewhat difficult to recover from the frustrated forward bending state. Khadgar's already aging face looked increasingly pale. He had to hold the staff with both hands at the same time to maintain his balance, which fully exposed his weakness.
"It doesn't matter, don't worry about it. Carlos, in fact, I am not as weak as I look. The development of the potion has yielded results, and my condition is basically under control. This state is just a side effect of the experimental potion. Let me rest for a while. Enough."
Khadgar explained weakly, and Carlos quickly helped him to the camp bed. Ignoring Khadgar's protests, Carlos directly pushed him down on the bed and thoughtfully put a thin blanket on him.
Khadgar then glared at Carlos.
"So your current state is not your true state. To put it simply, you took the wrong medicine?"
Faced with Carlos' inquiry, Khadgar turned off his fire instantly.
"Yes. Potions is a science that wants to be considered profound. Even if I have made some small achievements in teleportation spells and fusion summons, I am just getting started with Potions. You know, there is an ancient proverb that goes like this Speaking of which, it probably means that a good doctor never treats himself. So..."
"You took the wrong medicine."
"Hey, I have to say something, I discovered a brand new herb, and I named it Khadgar's Beard!"
"You don't have a beard."
"I am trying to heal the damage caused to me by the Guardian Medivh. Do you know who Medivh is? Do you know how powerful the Guardian is? I..."
"You took the wrong medicine."
"Carlos! I'm dying and I'm trying to help you!"
Seeing Khadgar's furious look, Carlos was relieved. It seemed that his little brother would not die.
"Okay, okay, the joke ends here. Do you know the general situation?"
"Well, who is that? I forgot the name. You all call him Fang Bian. Well, that's him. He told me the general situation. To be honest, if someone else told me that the world was about to be destroyed, I wouldn't believe it. But you I believe what you say.”
Khadgar rested for a while, feeling much better, and his face became a little rosy again.
"Thank you for your trust, and then I must correct something. Our world is not that fragile, and a Fire Demon King cannot destroy our world. But we humans have lost, or the alliance has failed."
"uh-huh?"
Khadgar lifted his butt slightly and leaned up a little so that he could lie down more comfortably.
"The Holy Light gave me a warning. The Fire Demon King was awakened by an unexpected shock. Within five days at most, the area around Blackstone Mountain will turn into a sea of fire. It's not a modifier of a house being burned, it's a complete sea of flames. ."
Carlos's rhetoric became more and more clumsy. Telling the truth and deceiving others did not violate the Paladin code at all, and there was no psychological burden at all.
"Are you sure? I've also had precognitive dreams. The more powerful a person is, the harder it is to dream, so the dreams of strong people are generally closely related to the real world. But precognitive dreams that accurately know the time... this."
Khadgar was worthy of being born as Banco of Dalaran, and he suddenly discovered a blind spot and became confused.
"The Holy Light is omnipotent."
Carlos has the perfect excuse.
"Okay, praise the Holy Light, go on."
Khadgar no longer struggled with this unmagical precognitive dream.
"The Lord of Fire is powerful, but he is not invincible. The only problem is time. We don't have time, there are still four and a half days at most, and the disaster is about to happen. We don't have time to prepare fully."
"Didn't you try to persuade Marshal Lothar to withdraw to Ironforge, or contact the Aspect Dragon?"
Khadgar was curious that he could think of a solution, so how could Carlos not think of it.
So Carlos briefly told the story of the Dragon Kings fighting in groups and the internal considerations of the alliance.
"Politics is so dirty."
Khadgar is younger than Carlos. Although his experience with Lothar has allowed him to see more or less what politics is and what a politician is, his status as a consultant allows him to speak freely, but he does not have that The realization of determination under heavy pressure. When faced with the lives and deaths of more than 100,000 people and the rise and fall of the Alliance, Khadgar was entangled and confused.
"It is impossible for the Alliance to organize a second southern expedition. If the plan is disrupted by this accident, then what awaits us will only be a regrouped orc army and an even more terrifying tribe."
Carlos spoke of the most realistic future in cold language.
"Yes, the unity of mankind is as funny as the integrity of a bitch. What's even more frightening is that the joke itself is not funny. The army of this alliance is the strongest army in human history, even if Emperor Thoradin defeated the giant The demon's army can't keep up with the current alliance. If we don't defeat the tribe and defeat the orcs at one go, our children's generation... I can't imagine it."
Khadgar sat up, lost in his own thoughts, constantly deducing the terrible future, startling himself into a cold sweat.
Carlos's malice went away as quickly as it came. When Khadgar raised his head to ask, Carlos was the perfect paladin with all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, art and skill.
"Did the Holy Light tell you what to do?"
Carlos thought for a while, but still didn't know how to hide the transaction between himself and the water element of Hydrassil.
"What do you know about the wars between the Elemental Lords?"
"I read a little bit of it in the library of Karazhan back then. It was as bloody as a pulp novel."
"Hope is in this pulp novel."
Carlos slowly opened up about his affair with the water element, and told the part about Wei Guangzheng in a spring and autumn style.
"So you hooked up with a water elemental duke? This is awesome! They don't even need us to fan the flames, they will fight on their own. Carlos, you are really a genius!"
Do you want to be so sharp?
After Khadgar heard Carlos' preliminary plan, he instantly became energetic.
"But...we have found the power to contain the Fire Demon King, what should we do specifically?"
The solution of one problem is often the beginning of another problem.
"Step by step, the square brick reminded me that there is an altar of storms nearby, which is enough to summon the water element of Hydrassil to our world. Now you help me solve this problem first. We need to communicate with the water element of Hydrassil Only by talking with the leaders can the following problems be solved."
After speaking, Carlos handed the water element crystal to Khadgar.
As a result, Khadgar became very busy, and his condition worsened again that night and he was bedridden.
"Khadgar, my boy, you should be recuperating with wine and cod on the beach instead of suffering in this damn furnace."
Lothar touched Khadgar's forehead, trying to smooth out his wrinkles.
From the outside, Lothar is a sturdy middle-aged man, while Khadgar is a white-haired old man in his sixties, so this tender scene seems very strange.
But it was this weirdness that made Lothar feel even more sorry for Khadgar.
He is just a child!
My old friend Medivh, do you know what evil you have done!
"Jazz, I'm fine, it's just that my magic power is overdrawn."
Khadgar awkwardly tried to explain, but Lothar stopped him.
"Is what Carlos said true?"
"I think it may be true. Carlos is a very powerful paladin, and it is almost natural for the Holy Light to guide him."
"You know what, if he wasn't the king of Alterac, I would capture him and put him in a cage."
"I know that's why I have to come here."
"What should I do? Do I need to command the army to retreat?"
Lothar's trust was like a heavy mountain weighing on Khadgar, making him feel like he could no longer breathe smoothly.
It turns out that making a decision is so difficult.
"Sorry, Jazz, I didn't know."
"Well, have a good rest."
Lothar covered Khadgar with a blanket and turned to leave.
Going straight to Carlos' residence, Lothar motioned for all the followers to leave. Carlos winked. After the guards withdrew, only the two of them were left in the tent.
"How much time do we have?"
Lothar asked directly.
"Depending on how the plan goes."
Carlos answered as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"what's the plan?"
Lothar's expression was strange, whether it was seriousness or embarrassment.
"I have heard a saying that crises are also opportunities. I agree very much. Although time is rushed, the initiative is still on our side."
"Um?"
"I was too impulsive during the day today. I was carried away by the terrible prophecy. After seeing Khadgar and talking to him, I calmed down and thought about it. The situation was far from that bad."
"What's the meaning?"
"We have an absolute advantage in information. The tribe doesn't know, the two families in Blackstone Mountain don't know, and even the fire element itself doesn't know."
"Can you explain it in detail?"
Lothar became more and more confused as she listened.
"The Light gave me guidance. Give me, guidance."
After Carlos finished speaking, Lothar understood.
"You mean you are the only one who knows this information?"
"So we can gain great benefits by taking advantage of the asymmetry of information. At the worst, it can also make the orcs die in a sea of fire, right?"
Carlos's smiling rhetorical question gave Lothar a new idea.
That's right, it's a crisis, but it's also a turning point. Even if a disaster does happen, as long as the Alliance's losses are smaller than those of the Horde, it's still a great victory.
"I'm sorry, Carlos, you know I..."
"Please don't apologize, Sir, you just did what you should do. If I were the commander-in-chief of the alliance, I would be like you. If time wasn't so tight..."
Lothar didn't say anything else. She just stepped forward and hugged Carlos, patted his back twice, then let go and turned around to leave.
That night, a team of two hundred mages endured great sleepiness. Accompanied by ten times the number of guards, they traveled through the night, passing through nine orc camps along the way, and arrived at the Altar of Storms before dawn.
"It's really spectacular, don't you think so, little Brick?"
"Sora, I respect you as a grandma and don't care about you. Don't be shameless."
"Whoever wants to be your elder will sooner or later be your mistress."
"Come on, stop taking advantage with words and get to work quickly, we don't have much time."
"Ah~~~ I feel so unmotivated. It's really boring to lead a group of apprentices to do something big. I need to add some Carlos elements."
Fang Brick was speechless for a while, but suddenly thought of something.
"The young master will come, and he will come with Khadgar. He will go through the portal and swish. If he finds you lazy..."
"Well, ah, that makes sense. Let's get to work, kids!"
The Altar of Storms built by the orcs was built to summon the bosses of the Burning Legion into Azeroth. It would be a tragedy for humans to simply use it. But Sora Starbreaker, as a senior gangster who once infiltrated the Royal Mage Tower in Silvermoon City, was no stranger to rune stones. Transforming the Storm Altar was a huge trouble for her.
But trouble is just trouble, not impossible.
Two hundred mages are definitely the most generous the current alliance can come up with, and they even include four high elf mages affiliated with Quel'Thalas.
Originally, the elven mages refused to obey orders on the grounds that Sora Starbreaker was a political prisoner exiled from Silvermoon City.
So Sora Starbreaker used the Law: Shock, reminding them that he not only had the title of Magister, but also had been promoted to Ranger Lord.
The words of a man with a big fist always work, even if he is unwilling to do so, and the transformation work started to take effect at noon the next day.
"The astral dust is not enough, and the powerful arcane essence is at least half missing. Where are the magic light fragments, and where are the magic thorium ingots? Let's start something. It doesn't matter what you want, but you still want to transform this altar? You know the structure of space? Four ways to elaborate?”
While Sora was losing her temper, a wave of space fluctuations calmed her down.
A moment later, Khadgar and Carlos appeared together, and on the other side of the portal, the scenery of Dalaran could be seen.
"I can't do this job. It doesn't matter what you want. I can't do it anymore. If you want a kiss or a hug..."
Sora was stunned when Carlos actually hugged her.
"It's hard work, but please finish this work before sunset, and you will have everything you want."
After Carlos finished speaking, he let go of his arms and looked at the tall stone sculptures of the Storm Altar in trance.
After Sora was stunned for a moment, he suddenly felt energetic.
"Everyone, get moving, get moving. If the leadership inspection work is not performed yet, do you want to join the alliance?"
