There's an art to using the back door.
In every sense.
In my dream hometown, that blue planet, when my ancestors once lived, there was an empire called Rome.
There are many reasons for the collapse of that empire, but one of the most talked-about reasons is that there were too many back doors, which affected the birth rate and led to the decline of the Romans' dominant national status, and finally the new barbarian people used the back door.
During the boring and difficult march, Carlos could only use random thoughts to relieve his loneliness.
In real life, interpersonal relationships are an important part of strength. Why should we be criticized for using the back door based on our ability? You cannot criticize social injustice, because you are not lost at the starting line, but some people are born at the end. Carlos couldn't help but think that if he was born into a merchant family, he might refer to Lu Buwei's family history to desperately make money and invest in Varian; if he was born into a farmer's family, he might innovate farm tools, enclose land, make a living, and then Keep climbing.
No matter where you are born, your unwillingness to be lonely will eventually drive you to climb to the top of power.
It's a terrible thing to be born knowing.
Just like others don't understand why Carlos would rather delay dealing with political affairs and exercise four hours a day. Even if he is on vacation, he will not give up on the training of martial arts.
The ignorant are fearless, precisely because they know the secrets that others don't know, and the fear of the future drives Carlos to keep moving forward.
Carlos can even proudly say that among the time travellers, there is no one who fights harder than himself. Without cheats, he is not only the most powerful but also one of the most capable.
Why are you working so hard?
Of course it is to change one's fate against the will of heaven.
The tragic fate of the Barov family has been reversed by himself.
But what about Azeroth's fate?
The Burning Legion and the Old Gods, the source of all suffering on this planet.
Destiny exists as real as the vast ocean, but individuals of life are floating in this vastness and cannot check themselves.
Carlos did not dare to claim that he was more visionary than the Bronze Dragon, but he was willing to fight for the happiness of everyone.
Carlos is willing to fight and work hard to continue his good life.
Because he is afraid of death, he is brave but not afraid of death.
Contradiction and harmony.
In the eyes of others, this was a military operation with a high probability of success and worth the risk.
Carlos couldn't explain to others that this was a huge gamble with no chance of turning back.
The invasion of the orcs is a disaster for mankind and a catastrophe for all intelligent life in the Eastern Kingdom. But for the world of Azeroth, it is a life-sustaining medicine.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was behind it all, and Sargeras' attention was temporarily diverted from Azeroth because of Kil'jaeden's involvement.
The failure of the orcs contributed to the death of Ner'zhul, and Ner'zhul's death led to the birth of the Lich King. Because of the existence of the Lich King, the Scourge ravaged the earth. The existence of the Scourge has curbed the resurrection of the Old Gods. In order to resist the Burning Legion's destiny to destroy Azeroth, the Ancient Gods deliberately sided with the creatures of Azeroth. The rebellion of the Scourge Legion not only delayed the invasion of the Burning Legion, but also suppressed the resurrection of the Ancient God.
This is the real reason there must be a Lich King.
The wisdom of the guardian dragon is magnificent and soul-stirring, one link after another.
Carlos thought about it day and night, realizing that it was impossible for him to do better than the Aspect Dragon.
Maybe this really is the best future for Azeroth.
The premise is that there is no interference from outside forces.
With no more variables remaining, Nozdormu chose the least bad ending for Azeroth, using the power bestowed upon it by Aman'Thul, the Father of the Gods.
Carlos simply couldn't untie this knot.
So he must seek the unexpected power of Azeroth to break this curse.
Naru!
In the endless starry sky, the war between the Pantheon and the Burning Legion is raging. There are not many native civilizations that can survive the Burning Crusade, let alone provide help to Azeroth.
Legion of Holy Light!
Only the Holy Light Legion presided over by Naaru has such power and leeway.
Deathwing, no, the current Guardian of the Earth has not given up his name yet.
Neltharion's mental state is basically equivalent to the progress schedule of the Old Gods corrupting Azeroth.
The guardian of the earth has never given up on his duties. At present, Yogg-Saron has not yet succeeded in corrupting Ulduar, C'Thun is still in a weak and resurrected state, and N'Zoth is still dormant under the maelstrom.
This is the best opportunity.
This is a huge gamble against time.
Carlos was unwilling to follow Nozdormu's script, and he was unwilling to watch countless tragedies happen before his eyes.
So this battle is not the end, but the beginning.
Although Draenor is also one of the worlds transformed by the Titans, the planet Draenor is too primitive compared to Azeroth.
The Dark Portal connects the two worlds across billions of light years. Azeroth can bear such a huge burden, but Draenor cannot.
As long as the Dark Portal remains open for a moment, the energy between Azeroth and Draenor will continue to be consumed.
Historically, Ner'zhul's unscrupulous research on space technology eventually led to a raging void storm that tore apart the planet Draenor.
However, Ner'zhul did not expect that his escape would be like a child's play house in front of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.
In the end, while destroying his homeland, the spiritual leader of the orcs also sent himself and all the clan members who followed him to Kil'jaeden.
Those orc warlocks of the Shadowmoon clan were transformed into Kil'jaeden's eternal toys, the Burning Legion's experimental weapons--lichs, and Ner'zhul was made into the Lich King.
Use your brain carefully, start from the perspective of the Burning Legion, think from Kil'jaeden's perspective, and add Archimonde as an unexpected variable.
The love and hatred of the three giants of Argus determined that the draenei's thousands of years of exile could not erase Kil'jaeden's hatred.
While the orcs are still useful, the possibility that Kil'jaeden will not come to Draenor in person is extremely high.
Naaru is a secondary factor. Even if he is as strong as Adal, Carlos does not think that this one can definitely defeat Kil'jaeden.
The real factor is the sweetness of revenge.
What Kil'jaeden longs for is a gorgeous revenge. He wants to prove that Velen was wrong for betraying the Eredar people. He will only stand up and accuse Velen of his failure after Velen's complete defeat and nothing.
Yes, sometimes a massive act of revenge is just for the enemy to kneel down in front of you and you to say a few sarcastic words to him.
The value of these words is even greater than revenge itself.
If this basic logical inference holds true.
Then Carlos thinks he has a lot to do.
No matter whether it is dwarf technology or goblin technology, it can't compare with legion technology, and keeping pace with legion technology is titan technology.
Gnome/goblin technology is mind-blowing.
Legion technology is mind-blowing.
Titan Technology, the ancestor of eight generations of awesome!
At the moment, in Ulduar, the Titan Guardians are not crazy yet. Not even the Aspect Dragon can easily set foot there. If you want black technology, Draenor has become the first choice.
The arduous march was a long and muddy journey for ordinary soldiers, but Carlos used this time to collect his thoughts and strengthen his beliefs.
No matter how long the journey is, there is an end. After leaving the mountainous area and entering the other side of the dark swamp, the simple awnings and fire pits provide the Alliance soldiers with a shelter that can be coiled into a pile to sleep.
Because they overestimated the impact of heavy rain and the difficulty of the road journey, the main force of the surprise attack arrived at the assembly point a day and a half early.
There were more than 4,000 people left behind, so we couldn't let it go. The tired soldiers also needed a short rest to eat hot food and catch their breath.
The raindrops were not big, but they were dense and overwhelming. Such rain cut off the orcs' room for exploration. The swelling swamp mud covered the original road, leaving only the previously deployed beacons still exposed.
The Dark Portal is located on higher ground, so the situation should be better.
After waiting for a day, Carlos decided not to care.
The last hot soup and rice, the last peaceful sleep.
At the designated time, the engineers ignited the flamethrower and filled it with enough fuel to burn the flames for at least seventy-two hours. Union soldiers in ponchos checked for the last time whether their weapons and equipment were securely fastened, and then loaded up their bags and started. this difficult assault.
A strange sense of dislocation.
It's very un-aligned, but very orcish.
Wet and muddy conditions, and the fatigue that comes with losing body heat.
During the last thirty kilometers of the journey, in the dark and foggy swamp, only the light and heat from the flames formed a line, guiding the way forward.
In the mist and mist, a raid was almost as pious as a pilgrimage. The Alliance soldiers, assimilated by the atmosphere, carried out quietly. They did not encourage each other or shout slogans. They were more angry with themselves. It was a kind of resistance to fate. pleasure.
If you can't hold on, go back.
The road will eventually come to an end, and the towering black shadow of the Dark Door is already faintly visible.
There was no scolding from officers, no abuse from veterans.
In this horrible weather, even the orcs were huddled in the bunker, yawning boredly through the observation port with limited vision.
The fear that the orcs have inflicted on humans for a long time has given these Alliance soldiers who participated in the raid a twisted mentality.
If you orcs can do it, so can we.
More and more soldiers chose to crawl forward. Mud, water and gravel could not stop the vengeful raid.
It was raining continuously, maybe the armor was not fixed well, and the water-soaked clothes were uncomfortable clinging to the body.
But ahead is the Dark Portal, the root of the orcs and the source of all evil.
Carlos smeared his armor with mud and leaned against a dark gray rock.
The number of orcs is much less than expected, but no one can guarantee that the tribe will have any back-ups.
The alliance's formation was very scattered. Twenty thousand people seemed like a lot, but after excluding the overdue ones who had fallen behind, more than eighteen thousand were scattered into a large encirclement. The strength in a single direction was actually a bit thin.
After observing for more than an hour, there was nothing unusual. The sparse orc guards changed their posts once.
The rain began to taper off, but the fog became thicker.
Carlos hesitated several times, and finally took out a flare gun and pointed it at the sky and pulled the trigger.
Three blazing red flares rose crookedly into the sky, with no screams or any special light and shadow effects.
Those warriors whose chests were burning with anger finally couldn't suppress their fighting enthusiasm.
The order to kill quietly was thrown away with a war cry that shook the world.
The battle for the Dark Portal begins.
