Take the relics of the Titans as their bodies, forge an eternal alliance with their souls, receive the water from the well of the sun to temper their bones, and receive the splendor of arcane magic to refine their style.
Born to be a human king with cutting edge, devouring the blood and guts of thousands of giants, a divine weapon with the first enlightenment of spiritual consciousness, my name is Stomka, and I am called the Destroyer of War.
Thoradin, who entered the realm of demigods, was determined to put an end to his mistakes.
It's just a pity, my child, that you can only be left alone in the world.
Krasis is not a being that mortals can match, and Zakaz the Corruptor is even more uneasy. Let this evil be born, and mankind will perish.
Caressing the divine sword that had been with him for more than three hundred years, instilling all flesh, flesh, pride, and life essence into it, the emperor with a spare body slashed out the last sword, suppressing the servants of the ancient god again at the cost of giving up eternal life. .
Carlos understood Thoradin's final feelings before he passed away.
The way to win is in your own hands from the start.
What blinded my eyes?
O almighty Holy Light, extinguish it for a moment, more evil than evil, more ferocious than ferocious, darker than darkness, fear beyond fear, ending the battle of fanatics.
This feeling was no stranger to him. Carlos extinguished the flame of the Holy Light and sealed his own power. What did he want to do?
Stunned and speechless, Tirion Fordring's mouth grew wide and his eyes widened, unable to understand what was happening in front of him.
But they saw Carlos inserting Carlos' Excalibur in front of him, taking off his armor piece by piece under Zakaz's gaze, and tearing off his upper clothes to reveal his strong chest amidst everyone's doubts.
"Accept the gift of our Lord, and the door to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss will be opened to you."
Zakaz did not realize the seriousness of the problem at this time, and only thought that the enemy in front of him had lost his fighting spirit.
Then, Carlos pulled up Stromka War Destroyer again. This time, he heard the cheers of the sword spirit and the resonance of the divine sword.
Hunger, pleasure, is the hunter's joy.
Leaving Stromka, whom he regarded as his own son, here was not Thoradin's incompetent lament, but the human king's compassion for leaving hope to the world.
Stromka War Destroyer is Thoradin's common sense to break the curse of flesh and blood.
Even the ancient gods will swallow it for you to see!
Power itself is not terrible, what is terrible is its owner! ! !
Zakaz's shadow spell was about to be activated when Carlos suddenly jumped up and cut off its arms with a jumping chop.
The out-of-control spell energy turned into a terrible shadow storm that raged. Carlos, who had lost the Holy Light Barrier, seemed doomed?
Zakaz let out a painful cry, but saw that in the center of the dark storm, Stromka was devouring shadows and flesh, and Carlos's figure was getting taller. This man was eating away at his own body with a sword.
The sword cuts the body, and the heart cuts the soul. Zakaz instinctively senses that danger is coming. It calls out the name of its master, but cannot hear the voice of the master. The ancient god's cage has not yet been completely damaged. A chaotic will makes the Corruptor Lost in thought.
But when it comes to life and death, wandering off is an unforgivable mistake.
"The final blow, heavy and sad."
Carlos synchronized his resonance with the divine sword to the limit, and struck a blow that was the pinnacle of martial arts in his life.
Shadows and flames complement each other, and the red and black warriors ruin the future of Krasis.
Zachaz fell.
"We...will...become one."
Saying incomprehensible words, Zakaz's essence was swallowed up by Stromka.
But Carlos, in the eyes of everyone, is like another enemy.
The long-standing habitual thinking is that shadows are equal to evil, and flesh and blood symbolize ancient gods. What is Carlos at this moment?
"Father……"
Tirion Fordring held down the excited Alphonse and stopped the paladins from moving.
He believed that the Carlos he knew would never be lost so easily.
Wait, long and quiet wait.
Then, with a crisp snap of his fingers, Carlos rekindled the flame of holy light in his heart.
The man is back.
Tirion Fordring let out a sigh of relief.
"Seize the time to clear the road and complete the exploration here within three days."
Carlos's skyrocketing size slowly returned to normal. After he gave the order, the cheers finally came to mind.
Victory, an unquestionable great victory.
Even though Carlos told everyone about the fact that Zakaz was no longer "infectious", everyone still cautiously avoided the huge wreckage of Krasis during the subsequent exploration work. The severed claws became trophies to show off their martial arts, and huge floats made by the dwarfs were dragged out of the lake. The scattered non-combatants who had been hiding returned to the camp after receiving a safe signal.
The fact that there were just peepers was confirmed.
One of the guards was dropped.
The lurker was eager to know what Carlos and his party were doing in the Tomb of Tyr. During the conversation, he revealed details that he should not have known. He was discovered by Tirion Fordring and blew himself up during the raid. Several people were injured.
Carlos had expected this situation and was not surprised.
Three days was not a long time, but a short time. During the continued exploration, the Paladins discovered many good things and gained a lot. The only regret was that they could not obtain the Silver Hand.
Digging graves... well, archeology is a professional science. The complex underground environment made it impossible to use many violent methods, the tunnels were blocked by rocks, the shortage of mages, the lack of professional equipment, and the urgency of time. Everything made it impossible for Carlos to obtain Tire's severed arm in a short time.
This is very regrettable, but there is nothing we can do about it.
Nothing ever goes as planned in this world.
After a few days of companionship, the relationship between Carlos and his son Alphonse finally took a big step towards a normal father-son relationship.
Especially Carlos's heroic appearance made Alphonse accept what his mother had been saying for ten years - your father is a great hero.
The outing is over.
Destroying all traces and artificially making it more difficult for those who came after to dig the grave, Carlos decided to temporarily seal the secret of Tire's Tomb.
Tirion Fordring returned home with a large force and continued his sniper operations against the Cult of the Damned, while Carlos returned to Lordaeron with a few followers and his son.
Let’s deal with the Silver Hand matter in the future when we have enough energy.
The most important thing now is the subsequent development of the assassination of Terenas.
With Zakaz's severed claw, the matter of "rescuing" Alphonse can be explained, but the subsequent development of events cannot be easily guided by Carlos or Terenas.
I don’t know what decision my old father-in-law made during the few days he left.
The Blackrock Orcs in the Burning Steppes are restless, and the servants of the Old Gods are ready to move. The fact that the Alliance is experiencing internal and external difficulties is concealed by the prosperous appearance of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
The most important thing is that Alsace is coming back soon.
