Among the top ten reasons for not learning swimming skills, the first three are surprisingly similar.
The first one is a well-deserved moral trap to avoid being asked who your mother or your wife saved when they fell into the water.
The second article satisfactorily resolves the inner dilemma of whether or not to pull your brother out of a manure pit.
The third technique circumvents the logical paradox of walking along the river without getting your shoes wet, and is extremely suitable for use as evidence in the process of talking nonsense.
However, no matter whether Carlos could swim or not, it could not solve the pain in his heart that he shot himself in the foot.
Bronze dragons are all black people, they can't be offended, they can't be offended.
Only when he truly changes his destiny against the will of heaven can he realize how high Nozdormu's level is, which is almost as high as his belt.
They are all lies. If you defeat the orcs, you can defeat the Dark Portal and colonize Draenor. Damn it, Ner'zhul!
A scourge like Archimonde will arrive on the battlefield in thirty seconds, and he won't even give you a chance to make fifteen shots.
It is important for people to know themselves.
Carlos has never stopped in his pursuit of strength, and has always held himself to the highest and most stringent standards.
However, before he turned thirty, he was at the pinnacle of the league's physical strength.
This is the result of his talent and sweat.
Even vaguely, Carlos has touched the threshold of transcendence. As long as he crosses it, he will be qualified to open and close his mouth to talk about "mortal".
But, BUT, Xikasi, no matter how good the future is, Carlos is still a mortal now, and he is not even qualified to look directly at Archimonde.
The mark of time cannot be erased by talent.
How do you win when people who are more talented than you work harder than you?
Those guys who are as talented as you have lived tens of thousands of years longer than you, so what do you win?
If those guys who are not as talented as you work harder than you, losing once will be a lifetime of success.
Those wastes who are not as talented as you but are too lazy to work, shouldn't you win against them?
Inadvertently, Carlos recalled the words of the King of Steel.
"Don't underestimate the Burning Legion, even if it's a little devil. Azeroth is special. Only after fighting among the stars can you understand the horror of the Legion. Don't be self-righteous."
The impact left by the other party was profound, and Carlos found that he often unconsciously savored the words spoken by the King of Steel.
In the last battle, the King of Steel had no intention of fighting properly. He pulled himself out and called it a one-on-one fight. In fact, it was just a round of talk and a bunch of messy words, as if he was giving his last words. of.
However, no matter how he dismissed it, Carlos found that he was still affected by the King of Steel.
Such as the fear of Archimonde.
Ten years ago, when Carlos learned that Archimonde was trying to come to Draenor, he would probably have made some plans to try to trap the Defiler.
Now...the older Jianghu gets, the less courageous he becomes.
Anyone who dares to laugh at Ai Xing's lack of men should just run away. If you can't hide, run away.
The leader of the legion who has destroyed countless worlds is by no means an enemy that mortals can defeat.
To understand all this, Carlos had no choice but to use the great summoning spell: Turalyon.
At first, he disliked Turalyon getting in the way, so he tricked Turalyon into building a second line of defense in the Dark Swamp. As a result, there was a bigger crisis now, so I called my gay friend over.
To be honest, not kind.
But that's what Carlos did.
After briefly describing the basic situation, Turalyon was unambiguous and directly took over the command of the Alliance army. Without saying a word, he asked his adjutant to pass through the Dark Portal to inform the people behind him that the rest was over and he was ready to start filming.
"this?!"
Carlos was stunned by Turalyon's domineering power.
"If it were normal circumstances, you wouldn't have called me over at all. Since you called me so urgently, something big must have happened. In this case, don't think about the issue of logistical supplies and war consumption. Solve the immediate needs first."
Turalyon's case was too good to argue with.
Carlos could only pat him on the shoulder and leave calmly.
"Well, well, oh, that's it. Goodbye. I wish you good luck in martial arts."
After listening to Carlos' explanation, Chromie packed his bags and prepared to return to Azeroth.
"Let go, let go, respect the old and love the young, do you understand!"
Chromie was furious when Carlos grabbed the twin ponytails with one hand.
"Great guardian of time, why are you running when it's time to do business?"
Carlos couldn't help but let out a "cut" sound.
"Don't run? If you don't run, you will be cold. Have you heard of Cenarius? Have you heard of his father Malorne? A fierce horse, invincible in Kalimdor, the god of travelers, White Deerma Lorne, God! With a click, Archimonde suddenly broke his neck. God, the boss of the melee system, was killed by Archimonde. My Chromie has little arms. With your calves, why are you comparing yourself to the boss of the legion? Let go, let go!"
Chromie mocked and explained, making the matter clear.
But Carlos was not satisfied.
"Isn't Archimonde not here yet? Why are you panicking?"
"Why don't you panic? Do you think you will die? You are too naive. Death is the beginning of tragedy. You were caught by Archimonde and suffered nothing but suffering. The Holy Light also gave you the option of suicide. If I were If you catch me, things will get serious. By studying my body, the Legion will probably find the key to breaking through the barrier of Azeroth. But I can't even commit suicide or die. You tell me whether I can run or not. !”
Having said this, Carlos had no choice but to let go. The reason was too good, sufficient and necessary, so necessary that it was impossible to refute it.
To some extent, Chromie is indeed more important than Carlos.
"So, do you have any suggestions? Before you leave."
Carlos sighed helplessly.
"Suggestions...well, there are indeed some."
Chromie held his chin in thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Please tell me."
Carlos was suddenly respectful.
"First, be prepared to blow up the Dark Portal. Don't listen to your gang of mages. As long as the amount is enough, black gunpowder can destroy the Dark Portal, not to mention the magic bomb."
"Yeah, well, I think so too."
"Second, for a guy as powerful as Archimonde, the movement of the portal that summons him will definitely be huge. It's not that I look down on the orcs, but at their level, summoning Archimonde requires blood sacrifice and soul sacrifice. . If you can’t find anything from the flow of magic energy, let’s check from the movements of the orcs.”
"So that's it!"
After listening to Chromie's analysis, Carlos felt suddenly enlightened. No wonder the monster's troops were wrong, blood sacrifice! ! !
"Finally, I'll give you a final suggestion."
Chromie's words were mixed with dragon power. Carlos understood what the other party meant and stood at attention very formally and seriously, ready to listen to the elder's teachings.
"Don't push forward. If you can't do anything, just retreat, blow up the Dark Portal, and go back to your hometown. If I think the situation is wrong, I will do it for you, even if you think everything can be undone. Compared with Archimonde, your alliance, These tens of thousands of people are nothing. I am serious. This is the dragon’s warning, threat, and most sincere advice.”
After saying that, Chromie's figure left an afterimage in Carlos's eyes like a sped-up TV screen, and then disappeared.
"Khadgar, did you hear that?"
Carlos looked at the small table, chairs and bench in Chromie's tent, and finally sat down on the bed.
After a moment, Khadgar walked in.
"Of course, a large part of what that little man said was actually for me."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Carlos asked.
"Sniff out and eliminate the enemy, of course."
Khadgar said with high spirits.
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