Roaring thunder, roaring flames, mountains collapsing, and waves rising into the sky.
This is the power of the devil, this is the arrogance of Archimonde.
When I come, the fate of this world is destined to be destruction.
When I gaze, mortals go crazy and fear, and death cannot help you escape.
Although behind all this is Ner'zhul's fueling the flames and Kil'jaeden's conspiracy.
But at the Dark Gate and the Alliance camp, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes looked towards the chaotic clouds in the north, feeling the tremors of the earth, and panic was spreading.
"Where's Carlos? Where's Chromie? Where's the others? What happened?"
Turalyon poured out the Holy Light in an attempt to save the warrior's life, but his body was riddled with holes and was too completely corroded by the evil energy.
"The king said...the king said...said..."
"What did Carlos say?"
"Run away, run away quickly."
"Where are the Kalos? Answer me, where are the others?"
"Turalyon, calm down, calm down, he is dead."
After Khadgar finished speaking, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
"I mean this poor guy in your hand, he's dead."
"There is another one, we must save him, we must know what happened!"
The two guys who suddenly appeared in the camp were both members who set off with Carlos, and then there was a strange phenomenon in the world.
Something happened, but the Alliance didn't know what happened.
This situation is very bad.
Those who could talk could not be saved, and those who were in better condition fell into a deep coma.
Run away, run away quickly, something terrible has happened, run away.
Even if it was true, Carlos had said this, was he asking his companions to escape, or was he using them to ask the alliance to retreat?
There was insufficient intelligence, so I relied on my imagination. Turalyon was one head and two big.
It's a pity that Carlos no longer has time to consider Turalyon's feelings, because at this moment, he understands what embarrassment in capital letters means.
In the sea of stars, there is a demiplane space that is isolated from the world, with sunshine, beaches, waves, cacti, and an old gangster.
Medivh was working hard on the blanket in the doggy style, unaware that there was a ticket evader on the side.
that……
I said……
Arnold...
He will be killed...
Carlos's mind was in chaos at the moment.
One moment, he was fighting a bloody battle with Archimonde at Hacksaw Ridge, playing the trick of superheroes always escaping at the last second. The next second, he suddenly traveled from a B-level movie scene to an A-level movie scene.
My mind is a little confused. I am not at home on a business trip. Who should I think about? Waiting online, urgent.
"thank you."
Medivh suddenly spoke.
"You're welcome."
Carlos answered casually.
"Even me, being frightened at this time will have psychological effects."
While explaining, Medivh accelerated his sprint, and then in the long moan of "Uh~~~~ah~~~~~~", the astral mage lifted up his pants and snapped his fingers. The style of the painting changed. Carlos had already Find yourself in a magnificent living room.
"What happened?"
At this time, Carlos had not woken up from the dizziness caused by the impact on his world view, and his IQ was offline.
"Interesting, really interesting. It seems that you know who I am, but I have no impression of you. However, since you are from Azeroth, I will consider you a friend. It's good to have friends. Wine, let’s have a drink.”
Medivh snapped his fingers again, the magic tableware moved on its own, and the goblet filled with good wine flew into Carlos's hand.
Drinking wine, Carlos repeatedly searched for disconnected memories in the conscious world, and the real feelings came through the five senses.
This is not an illusion...
I wasn't dreaming, and I didn't have an out-of-body experience.
"Chromie!!!!!!! My mother Ganlin~~~~~~~~"
In the shrill wail, Carlos came back to his senses.
"Oh (one, two, three, four, gradient)."
Medivh suddenly had a playful smile on his face.
"It seems that you are also a person with stories. So, could you introduce yourself, a strange visitor?"
"My surname is Ka, Ka Aotian's Ka..."
Carlos suddenly punched himself in the face, his mind was still confused.
"Dear Guardian, I am Carlos Barov, the King of Alterac, the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, and a devout Paladin."
"Guardian, I haven't heard this name in how many years... Do you know me? Hey, I also asked a stupid question, Carlos Barov. The Barov family has always been a supporter of the Tirisfal Council. , it’s not surprising that you have seen my portrait.”
Medivh smiled self-deprecatingly, then took a sip, then put away his smile and asked solemnly in a slow tone.
"So, distinguished guest, can you answer my question truthfully?"
"Excuse me."
Carlos straightened up.
"How is Azeroth doing now?"
"ah?!"
Carlos had no idea where to start, and he didn't even understand what Medivh's question meant.
"Okay, let's change the question. Neltharion...is the Black Dragon King. Are you okay?"
"He was chased by Ysera, Alexstrasza, and Malygos, and finally fell into the sea. His life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown."
"That's it."
When Medivh asked questions, his attention was always on Carlos's face, and he felt like he didn't actually care about the answer to the question.
"Then, distinguished guest, are you willing to tell your story to me, a bad old man?"
"I'm so stupid, really..."
Feeling sad, Carlos began to talk about what he had just experienced.
"Hahahahahahahaha, the Dragon Hate God is annoying Chromie, hahahahahahahahaha."
After listening to Carlos's story, Medivh laughed unbridled and felt very happy.
Amidst the deafening laughter, Carlos discovered that he was so unsuspecting of a "stranger", almost a psychological suggestion of intimacy.
Cold sweat covered his back, and Carlos was a little scared.
This guy who looks like Medivh is incredibly strong under his calm appearance.
"I think I know why."
"Um, uh, huh?"
"Didn't you just say that Archimonde used a mental attack on you in the end?"
"right."
"Then, similarly, Chromie also suffered a mental attack from Archimonde. And it's obvious that when you got rid of your evil thoughts, she was still struggling."
"It seems...that's the case."
Carlos recalled Chromie's performance at that time, it seemed like that.
"And I probably know the reason why you appear here."
"Please enlighten me."
Carlos stood up respectfully and bowed.
"You almost died."
Medivh used intimidation as his starting move.
"At that time, Chromie's will was fighting against Archimonde's evil thoughts. You asked her to help you use the teleportation item. Archimonde should have tried to manipulate Chromie to teleport you to the Twisting Nether and teleport you in front of it. You He ruined Archimonde's plan, but almost sent himself in front of it. Don't doubt that the Defiler definitely has such strength."
After hearing this, Carlos' back felt numb.
"With Chromie's little magical attainments, she didn't have the energy to help you calculate coordinates during the struggle of consciousness. So she instinctively used what was ready-made. I left it on her back then."
Carlos understood every word Medivh said, but he couldn't understand what the words together meant.
"To put it simply, you were tricked by her and saved by her."
"Then should I say thank you to her?"
Carlos' resentment was about to flow out like a substance.
"That's not necessary. Let's be honest. The question now is how you go back."
"Well, wouldn't it be easy for a star realm mage like you to send me back?"
Carlos had a bad feeling.
"It's incredibly difficult."
Medivh shrugged regretfully.
"I have been excluded from the Great Barrier of Azeroth."
