In the field of magic, high elves have always been human beings' mentors, and no one can erase this.
It’s not just the accumulation of time, but also the gap in talent.
This is true even for the sorcerer's spell research.
The most straightforward manifestation is that the top magic geniuses among humans are only as good as elves at the limit they can achieve.
The mage community in the Alliance has become corrupt. This is Carlos's intuitive feeling about the subsequent development of the sorceress gathering house incident.
There is nothing new under the sun. The vast majority of warlocks who surrender to the way of shadow are not ordinary people who know nothing about magic, but mages who have already embarked on the path of magic.
Or those mages who don't have enough magic talent.
In the world of magic, there is no fairness, and there is no reward for how much you put in. Talent is far more important than hard work.
But the reality is that humans are not the darlings of magic. There are not many people with magical talents, and those with awesome talents are even rarer. Most magic apprentices are just low-level mages in their lifetime.
This is the reality of the Arcane Path, and this is the magical ecosystem of Dalaran.
But Warlock is different, and Shadow Path is really different.
No matter how hard you work, you will reap the rewards. If you lose the deal with the devil, it is your own incompetence. If you are deceived, it is your ignorance. Once you succeed, you can enjoy the power.
Such temptation has caused many mages who are stuck in the bottleneck period to turn their attention to shadow spells, and then step by step from mages to warlocks.
There is no difference from the past. Many of these warlocks are Dalaran mages themselves.
After arresting three sorceresses, only God knows how many big bosses were involved.
A small warlock case in Stratholme caused a sudden disturbance in Dalaran.
But this has nothing to do with Carlos, and he doesn't even have much prejudice against the warlock himself.
Power itself is not terrible, but its owner is terrible.
This sentence is valid for all living beings.
The shadow itself is not scary. What is scary is that ignorant humans want to compete with the void demon on the path of shadow.
Ten years of sacrifice are obviously not enough, although the warlocks have accumulated a lot of demonology in the process of dealing with demons, and have gained more understanding of the warlock's spells when using the power of shadow.
But not enough, far from enough.
Human beings may say that the warlocks of Azeroth are still just playthings of the Burning Legion and potential slaves of the Eredar.
Only by paying enough blood and bones can the warlocks clear their names.
Until then, just pay the price for your ignorance.
This is Carlos's current attitude towards Warlocks.
Neither encouraging nor pressuring, I would beat each one if I bumped into someone.
After revisiting the old place, things and people have changed. After the initial excitement has passed, Carlos stays at home and rests in peace.
I may be tired!
I always feel that I have forgotten something for no reason. Isn’t this a sign of being tired?
Carlos thought about it and realized that his health was so good that it could only be caused by mental fatigue.
Well, yes, that's it.
So after calming down and recuperating for two days, Sola came to the door that night and took him around the streets and alleys of Stratholme for most of the night before rushing to Stratholme Cathedral at dawn.
"Is this how you arranged it?"
"The most normal is also the safest and least conspicuous."
"I am tall and powerful, and you, the high elf, are you causing trouble?"
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged."
"I'm relieved. Why am I asking you?"
What Sola called arranged was a weekly blessing ceremony.
Although the night has not yet faded, dawn is about to emerge, and when the skyline is slightly white, the square outside Stratholme Cathedral is already sparsely populated with hundreds of people standing or sitting.
These are the first believers waiting to be baptized.
And Sola told Carlos that if he went through the process, he would naturally see Alonsos Faol.
Although it feels like child's play, Sora has a calm heart underneath his crazy appearance.
Carlos chose to believe her.
Sure enough, the already old Alonsos Fao only showed his face during the blessing ceremony and then left the venue to rest. Another archbishop took over the chair, while Carlos was quietly escorted to a dark room.
"It's really you! Okay, okay!"
When Alonsos Fao saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He held Carlos' arm and sighed with emotion.
For a moment, Carlos had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't say them.
There are still people in this world who remember me.
An unfounded sense of satisfaction warmed Carlos's heart, and he immediately remembered the seriousness of the situation.
Therefore, Carlos suppressed his nostalgic thoughts and explained the cursed sect in a concise and concise manner.
"this……"
Listening to Carlos's explanation, Alonsos Fao was deeply shocked.
"I'm sorry for bringing you into this."
Carlos' apology was sincere.
Because he could see that Alonsos Fao was not going to die soon.
The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, which is the true manifestation of the Archbishop at this moment.
The Knights of the Silver Hand were established to fight for the Second Orc War. At that time, Alonsos Faol was already in his fifties. More than ten years later, the almost seventy-year-old Faol was quietly waiting in glory and satisfaction. In eternal sleep.
He has no regrets in his life. He has worked hard for his ideals and career all his life and witnessed the fruits of the seeds he planted. Is there anything happier than this?
Therefore, Faao is not afraid of death, but spends every day of his life happily and calmly.
Telling him about the cursed sect is actually accelerating the burning of the last life of this respectable old man.
But Carlos had no choice.
Because apart from Alonsos Faol, he could no longer find a helping hand.
The predicament of Azeroth sounds simple, but in fact it is a circle within a circle. It is not difficult to launch a holy war simply and crudely. With Carlos's current strength, it is not difficult. But wouldn't a crippled Lordaeron still have to follow the old path of having a Lich King?
The Curse Sect is still in a state of gaining momentum, and it is also a state where the strongest is also chasing the weak.
Powerful because no one else knows how terrible they are except Carlos.
Weak because they themselves don't know how strong they are, and all organizations are hidden.
At this time, as long as the organizational ties of the Cursed Sect are accurately cut off, a catastrophic disaster can be eliminated.
If you want to target the Cursed Sect, you can't count on the alliance that has been infiltrated into a sieve. The only reliable one left is the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Although the Knights of the Silver Hand are more like a legion of the Kingdom of Lordaeron at the moment, a private soldier under his old father-in-law, Alonsos Faol is the nominal grand leader of the Knights. Hands truly speak volumes.
As long as Faol mobilizes the Silver Hand to assist him, Carlos can calmly return to Alterac and conduct a major purge. After the cursed sect that has infiltrated Alterac is cleaned out, he can truly make his voice heard.
I can tell the residents of Azeroth that I, Carlos Barov, am back.
However, after thinking for a moment, Fao told Carlos some bad news.
"I'm sorry, Carlos, I'm afraid I can't help you. Just last month, I gave up the position of Grand Master to Uther. Now he is the talker of the Silver Hand. I no longer have the right to command. The Knights."
