What is right and what is wrong cannot escape success or failure.
Chromie's body is on the verge of collapse, and the battle with the invisible has directly destroyed the very source of its existence.
But it has no regrets.
The civilization of Azeroth has only existed for more than 30,000 years from its origin to the present.
Although Chromie has not read the Tao Te Ching and cannot speak highly refined language such as the nameless beginning of all things and the name of the mother of all things, he has felt the essence of it with his body.
All material forms of life have their inherent flaws, which are determined by the nature of matter. It doesn't matter whether they are called their origin or original sin.
Just like steel, although it is hard, is afraid of oxidation; although trees are luxuriant, they are afraid of wildfires.
Precisely because they cannot be omniscient and omnipotent, all tangible life forms are empiricists and can only speculate on the unknown based on the known.
The most classic example is blind men touching an elephant.
For things that cannot be understood, one can only use things that can be understood to transform imagination.
This is of course a great idea, a very quick method, and an important trick for understanding the world.
But that's only what "you" think you understand, not the thing itself.
So Chromie couldn't tell Carlos what he had discovered and what he wanted to tell him in words.
Because Carlos couldn't understand it at all.
Carlos should have been able to understand that this was what made him special.
After Chromie pondered, he carefully looked up at the sky, seeming to understand something.
The only one who can do this is...
The only one who can fight against it is the Ancient God on the planet Azeroth.
The only way to tell Carlos the truth is through the whispers of the ancient gods.
So even though he knew that there was an abyss ahead, Chromie jumped without hesitation.
After knowing the truth, life and death no longer mattered.
I have placed all my hopes on you.
At this moment, although the root of Chromie's existence was almost destroyed, his abilities were so powerful that he transcended the bronze dragon's setting.
For example, it directly affected Neltharion's mind from the level of destiny, causing him to venture to Alterac from Deep Rock, where he was lurking in suspended animation.
One last attempt at burning your sanity.
The fleet of Quel'Thalas was ready, and the troops recruited by Carlos were in place. Two thousand trolls had received orders a month ago to cross the Alterac Mountains to join them.
The garrison at key positions outside the city also received orders from the Grand Duke Regent to strictly guard their garrison.
In the misty morning, the king of Alterac prepared to attack his capital.
"Father? What are you doing!!!"
Nefarian looked at the man who opened the door to his room in astonishment and was speechless.
Neither Nefarian nor Neltharion are good people who retaliate with kindness. More than ten years will be enough for the Black Dragon Legion to find out what Carlos did in the Battle of Blackstone Mountain.
And Alterac, which has lost its king, is a delicious cake in the eyes of the black dragon.
In other words, it was precisely because of the disappearance of Carlos that the Black Dragon Legion did not directly retaliate with force against the human country of Alterac, but instead tried to infiltrate and exploit it.
The person responsible for all this is the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.
Therefore, the Black Dragon Prince was extremely surprised by his father's arrival.
"That Carlos Barov is back."
Neltharion said lightly.
"Do we need to call in the legions?"
Nefarian was afraid of his father's power and asked cautiously.
In just a few years, my father has become stronger and stronger.
The black dragon prince who once dreamed of surpassing his father Neltharion made more progress, the more he discovered the gap between himself and his father.
It is an insurmountable mountain and sea.
"No, you can just deal with it by yourself. I came here this time just to take a look and don't expose my existence."
After saying that, Neltharion sat on the seat that had previously belonged only to his son Nefarian, as motionless as a sculpture.
Seeing that his father had no further instructions, Nefarian left "his" room.
There must be something going on that I don't know about, and I have to go find out.
With this thought in mind, Nefarian directly used magic to transform his clothes and headed to the palace.
The soldiers guarding the palace stood at attention respectfully, their ax handles slammed, their armors and weapons making crisp sounds at the same time, and they saluted the currently hot minister of government, Count Presto.
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, is proficient in charm spells. His charm spells are so effective on mortal species that they are almost personality-modifying.
As the eldest son of the Black Dragon King, Nefarian is also proficient in charm spells. Although not as exaggerated as his father, he is equally effective.
At least no one in Alterac was surprised by Presto's form.
Even the regent Grand Duke Alex Barov learned from his son that "the Presto family is equivalent to the black dragon".
"Victor, do you want to see me so early?"
The Grand Duke Regent's eyes were bloodshot and his hair was greasy. It was obvious that he had not slept all night.
"There's something not right about the atmosphere in the city."
"Have you heard anything?"
Alex asked in response to Nefarian's statement.
Old thing!
Nefarian resisted the urge to knock down a few mages hiding in the dark and directly brainwash Alex Barov. He thought for a moment and then answered.
"Those nobles are not at ease."
"It doesn't matter. I see your loyalty and will report it truthfully."
As he spoke, Alex opened the window and looked into the misty sleep, leaving only Nefarian's back.
Report truthfully?
Carlos Barov has secretly returned to Alterac?
Nefarian thought about his father's rambling words, wondering about the deeper meaning hidden in them.
At the same time, Tirion Fordring led the vanguard troops who landed early to complete the blockade and control of the port terminal, patiently waiting for the arrival of the troop transport ship.
At the same moment, Chromie dragged his dissipating body to Neltharion.
"I knew there was a little lunatic in the Bronze Dragon, but I didn't expect you to be so crazy."
Neltharion looked at Chromie with interest and said, he could see Chromie's current situation.
"You were right, but you did it wrong."
Chromie said, taking out his heart and handing it to Neltharion.
"I know you have seen the future ten thousand years from now, and so have I. Great Black Dragon King, you are right."
After losing his heart, Chromie's body collapsed even faster.
Upon hearing this, Neltharion suppressed the ridicule on his lips.
"But if you continue to look back, you will understand that you are wrong."
After saying that, Chromie weathered and dissipated like sand and gravel, leaving only a weakly beating heart of the dragon.
Neltharion was confused by what he saw in front of him. He subconsciously held the dragon's heart that was about to fall to the ground, and then read the pictures left in Chromie that he wanted to see for himself.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~"
Neltharion resisted the urge to explode.
"Chromie, you plotted against me!"
