"There is great wisdom among the stars. On the road against the Burning Legion, Azeroth is not alone. In fact, Azeroth has never been the main target of the Burning Legion. But if you think that everything will be fine and the world will be peaceful, That's too naive. When the Burning Legion attacked Aldachi, no one stood up, and Aldachi died; when the Burning Legion corrupted Argus, the Naaru came late, and as a result, the Legion gained two more giants; the Pantheon decided When we compete with the Burning Legion to kill people, if we don't stand up, there will really be no hope for this universe. The Holy Light Legion sounds interesting, but I will not join because your Holy Light Mother is a retard. "
After seeing Carlos off, Medivh stood alone at the window looking at the scenery. In the empty living room, there was only the pleasant sound of wind chimes.
And Carlos has crossed a distance of tens of millions of light years and arrived at the "New World".
[There are two parts to the plan. The first part is to forge the identity to obtain qualifications, and the second part is to participate in the ceremony and obtain victory. 】
The soul contract between Medivh and Carlos has the effect of mantra, so there is the most basic trust between the two.
Although it was very strange, almost supernatural, Carlos knew that what Medivh said was true, so he came.
This was a desolate world, and Carlos couldn't even tell whether it was a complete planet or a special plane with a distorted space structure. But these did not affect Carlos's judgment.
Come to the right place.
It has nothing to do with the Holy Light or magic. This is metaphysics produced through years of training.
The heart of a warrior.
The whole world echoes with a sad fighting spirit, which is a feeling that penetrates deep into the bone marrow through the pores and reaches the soul.
"Master's magic is really mysterious..."
Carlos selectively forgot the fact that the Paladin's spells were also not very scientific.
This is a world destroyed by the Burning Legion
This is a world not so completely destroyed by the Burning Legion.
This is a world that is gradually disintegrating.
This is a world that has completed its revenge but has not yet completely died.
A strange world.
According to Medivh, after destroying the world, the Burning Legion customarily ruled over its ashes. But with the intervention of the world's last wish, the agent completed his revenge.
It was an armor, an armor without an owner.
For the first time, Carlos thought of the Paladin T2 set he had restored, the Avenger.
What a fucking metaphysics.
Because there is no reference, time loses its practical meaning.
Following the ruins left by the demon, Carlos didn't know how long it took him to finally arrive at a deserted place that looked like a fortress.
Jumping down a steep slope that could kill millions of demon hunters, Carlos didn't even need to use the Holy Shield to buffer him. Medivh's spell effectively protected him for a long time.
Although the corpses have long been weathered and the bones have decayed, the hard building itself has been preserved in the erosion of the years, and the traces left on the steel and rocks silently tell what happened that year.
Slowing down his pace, Carlos carefully observed everything around him like a tourist who paid a high price for tickets.
A very wonderful artistic conception.
I still don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness was clear, but I felt like I had suddenly come back to my senses. Carlos had arrived at the core of this deserted fortress—the empty underground square.
It was the remains of an abyss lord. The huge skull was full of cracks, the fangs on the left side had been broken, the thick breastplate had been penetrated, and the spear on the right hand was full of gaps.
And in front of the skeleton of the Abyss Lord, a dark thing huddled up.
Is this fucking armor?
Carlos didn't know if he was dazzled or if Medivh was a liar.
Walking cautiously in front of the thing, Carlos couldn't feel any signs of "living things".
In a world where time has no meaning, there is no point in looking at it, so Carlos reached out and touched the lump.
Suddenly, time seemed to begin to flow.
Carlos seemed to "see" everything that happened that year. A dark humanoid monster killed the demons of the Burning Legion one after another, destroying everything she saw. Finally, this jet-black figure fought a decisive battle against the new master of this ashes world in the doomsday fortress built by the former world ruler.
The power of the Abyss Lord was beyond imagination, which made Carlos deeply puzzled. How could an orc like Gromsh Hellscream kill Mannoroth?
Is the strength gap between different individual abyss lords so big?
Either because Mannoroth allocated too much power to corrupt the orcs, or because Gromsh Hellscream drank a lot of demon blood again before the battle.
But the truth is no longer important, because the battle between the unknown abyss lord and the strange pitch-black figure attracted all of Carlos's attention.
Primitive, violent, completely devoid of skill, vulgar and devoid of beauty, not even as good as an Alliance recruit who just put down his pitchfork.
But there is another kind of shock, unbridled expression of such an doctrine - having power means you can do whatever you want.
After a long battle, the abyss lord drained his demon blood, and the soul fire in his eyes and head was gradually extinguished.
Finally, the Abyss Lord used the Burning Body Explosion, and the jet-black humanoid was unscathed.
Then, the victorious monster gradually collapses from human form into "a lump."
And Carlos's touch, or Medivh's spell, made the former Avenger react.
That is the last mercy of this struggling world.
Carlos was pulled awake into the dream woven by the entire world.
Once again, once again, once again, fulfilling the mission.
Wearing jet black armor, in front of Carlos was the "former" Abyss Lord.
That Tuo can be killed, Gromsh can be killed, but I can't?
Carlos turned his head and glanced at his empty right hand, then at his left hand, and then looked back. The dark version of the Ashkandi Brotherhood Sword had inexplicably appeared in his right hand.
Carlos couldn't help but hum. It was no surprise that the Lion's Pride shield that Lothar had used appeared on his left hand.
Come on, fight until it hurts!
Stepping forward, Carlos had no intention of confronting anyone head-on.
It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s that I don’t want to cut it.
Skill is also part of strength. Only fools can punch you and kick me.
Without the shocking collision, the Abyss Lord lost blood faster.
It's time for you to see what true cruelty is!
Carlos simply did not allow the Abyss Lord to explode in front of him.
Don't blow yourself up!
Shield strikes followed by slashes, kicks followed by collisions, Carlos' power penetrated into the Abyss Lord's body, preventing the evil energy from gathering into the core.
"You monster!"
It seemed to be the temporary last words of the Lord of the Abyss, and it seemed to be some other voice.
In a chaotic twist, Carlos "awake".
"The ceremony was a success!"
"Oh my God, look at that pitch-black monster. Just looking at it makes me tremble with fear."
"This time, we will definitely win!"
It was obviously a language he had never heard before, but it did not prevent Carlos from understanding its meaning at all.
At this time, a humanoid creature with two horns came forward, bowed to Carlos, and then said: "My most sincere respect to the last king of Sparta."
Carlos looked at the magic circle at his feet with his peripheral vision, and suddenly realized that he was now wearing that piece of armor...
Wait, there seems to be something wrong with this visual sense! ! !
"If you still have any unfulfilled wishes, come with me to achieve the final victory, for the cup of heaven that satisfies everything."
…
Carlos felt that his spirit had been shocked, as severely as when he found himself reborn in Azeroth.
"So, you are the one who scolds it to death?"
Carlos said this out of nowhere.
