There are thousands of magical worlds, and Azeroth alone counts.
Why?
Because this is a world of low civilization and high magic.
This is a world that shines with the brilliance of humanity and has real gods.
This world has the Well of Eternity and the World Tree, and the bosses of the legion next door are crying.
This "unique" world is so beautiful, isn't it worth our lives to defend and protect?
Suddenly, Carlos seemed to think of something.
Point of departure.
When did you forget your original dream?
When did you become a hero in the eyes of "others"?
What exactly are you fighting for?
Carlos racked his brains and found no valuable clues in the small room left by Chromie, so he focused on the room itself.
In this small fragment that was cut out of the real world and independent of the flow of time, Carlos temporarily cut off his connection with the world.
Then, he suddenly discovered it.
I have become the kind of person who lives for the expectations of others.
A terrible thought almost penetrated Carlos's psychological defense - I was modified by personality.
This is something scarier than memory weaving.
After being captured by Onyxia, Varian Wrynn was brainwashed by the Black Dragon Princess, but was accidentally separated into two people with conflicting personalities, each with a part of his memory. Since then, Countess Prestor has taken control of Stormwind City.
The magic involved is memory weaving, which changes a person by modifying memory.
Personality modification goes a step further and is even more terrifying.
What about enjoying the prosperity of the world in spring, summer, autumn and winter?
When did I change from a vulgar time traveler who lived for his family and fought for himself to a noble warrior of Azeroth?
It's not that this change is bad, it's just that Carlos can't recall his own mental journey during this process.
There was no hesitation or struggle.
It's just a matter of course.
It's as if the will of the universe that I often tease you wants you to do this.
Did Chromie leave such a small piece of space debris behind just because he wanted me to discover this?
Who knows!
The conditions were insufficient and nothing could be determined, but Carlos was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
The horror in this lies in the denial of self.
Did I really make the decision of my own free will?
Am I living for myself?
It is even said that this room itself is actually a trap, designed to disrupt my mind.
Across the door, a war was about to break out outside. He controlled the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people. Carlos forced himself to calm down and prepare for one last meditation.
While he was exploring the mystery, Tirion Fordring and others encountered a huge crisis.
Assassination from Shadow Blade.
Alterac City's theoretical defense strength was enough to crush Carlos's hastily assembled army.
But theories are just theories after all, and all the forces are at odds with each other. With the help of Quel'Thalas' fleet, Carlos successfully concealed his strategic purpose and did not give his opponents time to make peace. There will be a situation where tens of thousands of people are oppressed by thousands of people and can't breathe.
Because Carlos's army knew who they should obey, and the thoughts in Alterac were in chaos.
At this time, assassination became everyone's first choice.
Whether it's true or not, as long as "Carlos" dies, the problem is solved.
It's a very concise idea, isn't it? If I can't solve the problem, I'll kill the problem itself.
As a result, Tirion Fording and others were in a state of confusion.
There is poison in the tea, knives in the shadows, servants are replaced by dragons, and joiners with ulterior motives lead the army to mutiny.
For a moment, there was a scene of pills in the Carlos camp.
There were heart-wrenching shouts everywhere, the fire was mixed with blood, and it seemed that there was no end of the road.
Tirion Fordring used a Holy Light Friendly Punch to blast the assassin's head out of hiding in his shadow, and then left the tent with his sword in hand.
While he was angry, he was also a little relieved, because this sudden commotion proved that what Carlos said was true.
Although it was the trust in Carlos that brought this army together, many people were also doubtful and suspicious.
The orcs have all been beaten away, where are the enemies left?
Many people did not say it publicly, but privately regarded this action as a struggle for power within Alterac.
But the enemy in the shadows attacks, proving one thing.
That is, the enemies that Carlos calls trying to subvert the alliance are real.
Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, those screams and assassinations cannot scare the veterans who have experienced the war.
Who do you think I am?
I'm Tirion Fordring!
Carlos gave me the army not for you to use to show off your power! ! !
Saidan Dathrohan had already led people to suppress the rebellious troops. Tirion Fordring faced the tall dragon man head-on. He rushed forward and performed a jumping attack.
The methods used to create chaos were nothing more than barking and setting fire to poison. Tirion Fordring knew just from the sound that the incoming enemies were just bluffing and there were not many in number.
Therefore, he prepared to eliminate the rebellion.
"General, the cavalry has mutinied, and Commander Dathrohan is under siege!"
Um?
Tirion was startled by the roar of a wounded messenger.
Then I instinctively felt something was wrong.
It's not that I'm curious about Ymir's rebellion, but that general.
Because he was removed from the Silver Hand and lost his title as Lord of Hearthglen, others in the team called him Lord Paladin or Lord Fordring.
General...
Feeling something in his heart, Tirion pretended to be panicked and walked up to the messenger.
"What's going on, tell me clearly!"
But the messenger looked like he was dying and motioned for Tirion to put his ear to him.
Fording did so.
So, when Tirion Fordring held the wrist of the dragon man disguised as a messenger, the dragon man's claws were less than one centimeter away from his heart.
"Arrogant!"
Fording twisted the hilt of the sword and hit the dragon man's face with the counterweight again and again, smashing the assassin into a spring-like special effect, which deeply shocked the people around him.
"Holy light is above!"
Fording released his weapon and raised his hands high, and the white beam of light shot straight into the sky. After the huge impact, the dragon man's transformation technique was cracked, and the user of the shadow power was stained with the mark of the holy light.
"Put out the troublemakers!"
The first time Tirion Fordring used this spell, it took a lot of energy, and he forced his aura to issue a killing command.
This is the holy light spell developed by Carlos. It has an outstanding effect on users of shadow. After knowing who the enemy is, the chaos is contained, and the only thing left is to kill.
Tirion Fordring lived up to Carlos's trust and stabilized the morale of the army with his keen insight and high strength.
But Carlos is still stuck in the puzzle and has no answer.
At this time, it was almost dawn.
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