After preventing his men from following up, Carlos stepped into the old house alone.
Different from the mottled and damaged appearance, there is no musty smell after entering the door.
When the door of the master bedroom is pushed open, the static space and time and the out-of-control gravity all tell that this is the handiwork of a bronze dragon.
who is it?
It's Chromie.
Even if you think about it, it couldn't be anyone else.
What does it want?
You led me here, but there is no trace. What does this little thing want to do?
Carlos suppressed his inner irritation and began to check the environment.
No.
normal.
still none.
Everything is business as usual.
Is this an abandoned hiding place?
After searching carefully, Carlos found nothing unusual.
But that in itself is the biggest anomaly.
Did you spend so much effort to lure yourself here just to say those three words?
Teasing you! ! !
It's impossible. Under Chromie's external actions of causing trouble, there are hidden deep-seated reasons. Simply making trouble is not his style.
So there must be something I haven't discovered yet.
With a flash of thought, Carlos moved quickly and returned all the objects that were suspended in mid-air to their places. Then he exerted his strength and pulled all the objects to the ground. Then he checked whether their shapes symbolized anything.
The result is... overthinking.
Do we still need to consider air resistance and volume collision?
Carlos, who is now different from what he used to be, already has this kind of power, so he doesn't mind burning his brain and trying it again.
The result is... overthinking.
Taking a deep breath, Carlos stood there, thinking about whether there was something wrong with his way of solving the problem.
Finally, Carlos thought of a possibility.
Could it be that Chromie used reverse thinking to trap me here?
The imprisoned time, outside the room, the flow of time is normal!
Carlos cheered up and left here, but nothing unusual happened. His men turned around and looked at him with a searching look in their eyes.
"If someone comes looking for you, let him in without deliberately trying to stop him."
Carlos ordered and entered the room full of puzzles again.
It seems that I guessed wrong again.
What exactly is Chromie trying to tell me?
After a few months, Carlos already had a good idea of how strong he was now. Things that could make him care so much must be no small matter, so he would rather risk entering Austria on the eve of the decisive battle. Trunk City must also figure it out.
While Carlos was addicted to the decryption game, Nefarian had a seizure.
Leading the charge has never been his style, inciting chaos is the wise man's choice.
Grand Duke Regent Alex Barov seems to be a gentle and elegant elder, but he has never been a good old man who doesn't want to see blood.
This can be seen from the fact that he summoned all the forces he controlled and all the loyalists of the Barov family to the palace.
The tightly closed palace door seemed to tell those ambitious people, go ahead and dance, and ignore me.
The original King's Division was no longer traceable, and the status of the Carlos Alliance's Grand Marshal was enough to suppress the discordant noises. But after his disappearance, there were not a few people trying to overturn Aiden's case.
After all, it was a bad start. The crown that the Barov family exchanged with blood and knives told others that the throne could be obtained in this way.
Those shallow guys can't see the overall situation of the alliance, and they can't understand Terenas's thoughts. They only know that I can replace them. Under the instigation of the Cult of the Damned and the Black Dragon Legion, Alterac's seemingly peaceful political scene is actually full of powder keg.
Is the Black Dragon Legion the kind of organization that gives up after suffering a loss?
After finding out the origin of the incident, Nefarian began to take revenge, and the infiltration of Alterac took more than a day or two.
Originally, the Black Dragon Prince was preparing to bring down the flames of destruction to this tiny kingdom, but during the infiltration, Nefarian was surprised to find that Carlos really had many enemies. At least a quarter of the population of the small Alterac city was Those with ulterior motives.
This is interesting.
So Nefarian took part in the game himself.
A game of who will be the ultimate winner.
Why bother asking?
Of course it is me!
Therefore, the first people Nefarian encouraged were those supporters of the cursed sect.
Those are foolish people who are full of yearning for mysterious power, and they self-righteously believe that the "indescribable great existence" will lead them to "sublimation".
Although stupid, he is easy to incite, and the identity of Carlos Paladin is enough to make these guys sleepless.
So, when Tirion Fordring's team had just arrived at Stannbraid and were still a few hours away from Alterac City, they had already started jumping up and down.
However, Alex Barov is really spicy.
No matter how to deal with it, it was a measure that had both pros and cons. In the end, the Grand Duke Regent took the most iron-blooded measures.
leave it alone.
Because no matter what he does, he will be targeted and exploited, so he simply does nothing.
No matter how many innocent civilians will be injured and die because of this commotion.
No matter how many nobles there are, their families will be ruined because of the king's return.
The moment Alex Barov closed the palace door, he gave up the stage to these careerists.
Nefarian couldn't help but praise him. As a human being, he was really great.
The only problem is that giving up the initiative is equivalent to putting all the odds of victory on his own son.
What if Carlos Barov and his army lose?
While encouraging people with ulterior motives to work together to gain support from the army, Nefarian used his ultimate move on Carlos.
Why should a mere human being bother so much?
The spirit is immortal, just destroy him physically.
The shadow dragons who are proficient in assassination have already set off.
Nefarian did not take Carlos's counterattack seriously. He pretended to be busy just to get his father's praise.
As a result, the sky was getting brighter, and standing on the Alterac city wall, one could already vaguely see the flag in the distance.
In the city of Alterac, the civilian area was completely silent, with even a few wisps of smoke missing. All the houses had their doors closed, and the windows were blocked, not letting out a trace of light. The residential area belonging to the nobles is bustling with traffic and a thriving and busy scene.
"Where is your Majesty?"
After all, Alterac had a nominal army of 100,000, and Carlos had never imagined that just three or five kittens could conquer the city without losing any blood under their own banner.
So when he was a guest in Quel'Thalas, an emissary had already brought his letter to contact the powerful generals of Alterac.
When Ymir hurriedly felt in front of Tirion Fordring, the first question he asked was this question.
However, Tirion Fordring could only answer him: No comment.
"Lord Tirion, you must understand that if this is a scam, you will die without a burial place!"
After making this threat, Alterac's cavalry general left the command tent.
The same question was asked from many different people, and Tirion Fordring was a little overwhelmed.
According to the plan, many supporters of Carlos came as scheduled, but as the absolute core of this army, Carlos became mysterious.
"Tirion, what do you think Carlos is thinking?"
"I can probably understand that he doesn't trust these people very much. But what I'm curious about is where his confidence comes from. The garrison of Alterac is more than 20,000. If we don't rely on these people who arrived as promised, With just two or three thousand of us, let alone attacking the city, whether we can leave the Alterac Mountains alive is a question."
Tirion Fordring whispered to Saidan Dathrohan.
"Besides, Anhador's defenders...you know."
"Hey, we can only trust Carlos."
Both Carlos and his opponents have hidden their trump cards under layers of darkness.
And Carlos, when mathematics could not answer his doubts, decisively chose metaphysics.
Entering a meditative state, Carlos sought answers from the all-powerful Light.
Outside Alterac City, the first wave of assassinations arrived as promised.
