"I can't answer your question. But I can give you some inspiration from another angle. Knowledge is power."
If you don't communicate and discuss with the astral mage Medivh, you will be struck by lightning.
So Carlos asked the question he was most confused about right now, what was the nature of power.
It wasn't because he had read a few knightly novels or was a pretentious cultivator in his previous life who talked nonsense, but Carlos had truly encountered a bottleneck and touched the glass ceiling.
What is the nature of power? If this confusion is not solved, the Knight King of Alterac will always be a mortal king, a big ant on the chessboard.
Carlos felt like he was the legendary fly in the glass bottle. He had a bright future, but he just couldn't find a way out.
Analyzing himself carefully, Carlos clearly understands the "power" in his hands.
The strong body that has been trained unremittingly for a long time, the superb martial arts achieved through life and death battles, the world outlook and values that have been accumulated for more than fifty years, and the power of the Holy Light.
Carlos worked very hard in this life, so much so that he stood at the pinnacle of human strength before the age of thirty.
Honestly speaking, in this era, Carlos is already the number one person in Lordaeron dueling. Even his former teacher Saidan Dathrohan can no longer suppress his former student in terms of skills. With his younger and stronger body, Kalos Ross is confident that he can kill Saidan Dathrohan within three moves.
Uther?
Although Carlos considers himself inferior to Uther in terms of the storage capacity of the Holy Light, in terms of skills in using the Holy Light, Carlos is not targeting anyone. Everyone in the Silver Hand is a jerk.
At least when Carlos was thinking about discussing life with Naru, no other first-generation Paladin could even completely replicate Carlos's moves.
The gap was so great that Carlos couldn't even get inspiration from communicating with them.
The gap was too big. Carlos, the king of men, was still overwhelmed by the extraordinary creatures.
For example, Chromie, to be fair, Carlos knew that he was no match for Chromie at his peak.
Not to mention several dragon kings, even more afraid of Archimonde.
In the battle at the Ritual Sacrifice, rather than saying that Carlos defeated Archimonde, it is better to say that Carlos escaped from Archimonde.
It must be understood that Archimonde is suppressing Draenor through a rift in the void. The middle is a physical distance of tens to tens of billions of light years, a time span of tens of thousands of years, and a difference of several dimensions.
To put it bluntly, Archimonde beat Carlos along the network cable, and in the process he also repaired the router that was always disconnected.
Extraordinary boss, so terrifying.
If he wants to dominate and be a rich man, Carlos can already enjoy the rest of his life in peace.
But if he wants to pursue something, Carlos must break through that shackles.
This is also a starting point for Carlos to go to Draenor.
People who are confused by the image of Velen as a good old man will not notice that standing in front of them is an old monster that is thousands of years old, a former strongest warlock who has sealed his own shadow power, and a truly strong man.
And such a strong man chose the path of Holy Light, which can already explain a lot of problems.
But what is lost is what is gained, no matter how good Velen is, no matter how good Naaru is in IMBA, Medivh is not bad either.
The Medivh in front of him is not the puppet who was stabbed to death in Azeroth.
The astral mage in front of him is already the old gangster who runs rampant in the multiverse!
In human terms, Medivh has regained his power and is more awesome than ever.
"Knowledge is power. This sentence is familiar to you. The mages of Dalaran often say it. But I don't want to tell you some clichés, but I want to tell you the hidden meaning behind this sentence."
Medivh touched his mustache, paused for a moment, and then continued.
"Knowledge is power, but power is not knowledge itself. Reading is useless, and knowledge is also useless without the strong strength of the user."
Medivh paused again, observing Carlos and giving him time to think.
"Without the Holy Light, will the method of using the Holy Light you master be useful?"
"No."
"Can you deny that the methods of using the Holy Light you have mastered are knowledge?"
"cannot."
"So the path you chose is not wrong! Naru, Naru is the direction you are going."
"But……"
"But you're still wrong."
"ah?"
"What you need is not the knowledge of the Naaru, but the Naaru themselves."
It was deafening and enlightening, and no heavy hammer was needed to play the drum. Carlos understood what Medivh meant. He had fallen into a misunderstanding in his thinking before.
As the ultimate holy light creature, Naaru are powerful not because of their perception of the holy light or their affinity for the holy light, but because they themselves are the holy light.
Their very existence is a reminder, pointing the way forward for other users of the Holy Light.
"you……"
Carlos asked in a shaky tone.
"Yes, I am no longer a pure human. It is not a long-term habit, so I maintain the appearance of a human."
The conversation between wise people, the elders' guidance on the back, Carlos fell into a long silence after getting a clear answer.
Carlos actually had a subconscious understanding of the answer, but was unwilling to think deeply about it, and Medivh exposed this wonderful soap bubble.
That is the understanding of "people".
Deep down in his heart, Carlos is afraid of "non-humans".
Don’t have too many Titan relics in Azeroth, such as Thunder Heart, Ancient Blood, or even the Forge of Origin. It’s really not difficult to obtain “power”.
But if I take shortcuts and rely on external objects, am I still me?
At that time, will it be my "power" or my "thinking" that dominates my will?
However, after going around in a circle, Medivh revealed in a few words this question that Carlos had deliberately avoided.
"It can be seen that you are a patriot and are fighting desperately for the future of Azeroth. So I don't mind giving you the greatest help within my ability."
Medivh picked up the wine glass and stood up and left the main seat. He walked to the seat near Carlos and sat down. He leaned his head and continued in a low voice.
"This world is full of all kinds of dangers. Azeroth faces endless threats. The Burning Legion is determined to kill me, and the Ancient Gods are determined to kill me. There are constant conspiracies. However, I am determined to kill the enemy and am unable to save myself. I left behind in Karazhan A few clones are the limit of what I can do.”
Carlos subconsciously clinked glasses with Medivh and took a sip.
"But God will not destroy me, Azeroth. Elune sent you to me."
Carlos raised his head and stared at Medivh with the eyes of a magician.
Sorry, I forgot, you are a genius.
"I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"
Medivh whispered seductively.
"Can you arrange a bed for me? I'm so tired."
Carlos smiled innocently.
What's the difference between this FMD "have you ever heard of Amway"? I believe your lies.
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