Who has the best magic skills? Azeroth goes to Lan Xiang.
Blue Dragon Flying Magic Academy has 800 stainless steel beds and 300 beautiful instructors.
The church is included when you enter the school, and you are assigned after graduation. It is a true conscience education institution.
If you meet a master who graduated from Lan Xiang, just marry him.
Nonsence!
Those blue-skinned scourges should be killed first when encountering them.
Just when Carlos finally made up his mind to get out of the muddy waters of Elre'Thalas, Azoregus studied the way out.
"The flow of magic is not to the Endless Sea, but to Silithus."
"Um?"
Carlos frowned, feeling like he was about to suffer.
"Your Majesty, your original guess was somewhat wrong. Anyway, since you know about the Ancient God, I will not hide it. The ultimate function of the well of souls in the mirror world is probably not to open a way to the abyss. The portal is a big bomb. The target is the seal of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj."
"Not N'Zoth, but C'Thun?"
"C'Thun!"
Damn, I spilled the beans.
Carlos found that he had made a trial and error. It was not until Ahn'Qiraj opened the door and the Alliance tribes stormed to the end that everyone realized that C'Thun, who was pretending to be a corpse, was standing behind the Qiraji.
At this time, the seal has not been opened, and no one except the bronze dragon knows what kind of terrifying existence is hidden underground in Silithus.
But it's okay.
"I got Xal'atath. Blade of the Dark Empire."
With Xal'atath, the Blaming Blade, there's nothing to worry about.
"That's it! What's even more terrifying is that N'Zoth and C'Thun have merged."
It is very reasonable and reasonable. The ancient gods can fight each other without breaking through. It is not unimaginable that N'Zoth, who is unable to protect himself, takes the hand of the half-dead C'Thun.
The only problem is the IQ crushing.
Except for Y'Shaarj, the king of the reckless world, even Xal'atath, who was cut into pieces due to his arrogance, are all beings with superior intelligence.
The Old Gods are not mentally retarded, Y'Shaarj just gave up thinking.
Let’s not talk about Y’Shaarj, let’s go back to Elre’Thalas.
"You have been studying it for so long, what do you think about the Well of Souls?"
Carlos didn't want to tell a story with Azoregus. The night elves were responsible for the Old God's troubles, and he didn't need to take the lead. There was no need to take on the trouble.
"You prevented a disaster from happening..."
"Don't put your hat on me and talk like a human being."
Azoregus, who had been communicating with Carlos in Salas before, repeated it in Common.
"You prevented a disaster from happening..."
"Come here, send..."
"I am telling the truth."
"...Then continue talking."
"The principle of the mirror world is not complicated, and it is not difficult to crack it with violence. The only problem lies in the well of soul wrapped in the mirror world. Although it is not known where Torsedlin obtained this magic ritual, it is obvious that he Deceived. This so-called Well of Souls cannot reconnect with the Well of Eternity. Those angered souls stir up more explosive energy, and the only purpose from the beginning is to explode. Whether His Majesty intends it or not, you The most appropriate disposal was made. Otherwise, the whole of Feralas would have gone to heaven now. Heaven on the physical level."
"Torcedrin..."
"The mirror world has both front and back sides. It seems mysterious, but it always needs a reference point. Torsedlin used himself as that reference point. At this time, his soul had merged into the well of souls, and the half body left at the ceremony site It is just the cornerstone of maintaining the existence of the mirror world. It is the right thing to prevent others from harming Torsedlin's body, otherwise the mirror world will collapse and the Well of Souls will inevitably explode."
"So let me sum it up, we are in the crater of a volcano and the volcano is about to erupt, that's what it means."
"appropriate."
"Here comes the guest."
"His Majesty……"
Is there anything more painful than becoming a shareholder through stock trading?
Although I don’t know what the plan behind Azoregus’s licking was, Carlos was really planning to run away.
The benefits have been enough, let's leave the trouble to the big guys.
So, the big guys slapped Carlos in the face.
"Of course, you and your men can go back at any time. If there is a shortage of manpower, I can send dragon people to help transport the excess supplies."
"Sir Letorn, what do you mean..."
"That's what you think, Mr. Carlos."
The meaning of the Green Dragon Legion is very clear. Those who used the dream gate to come to Feralas can return the same way, and the rest of the Green Dragon Legion who are panting are not responsible.
Okay, that's great.
Although I don’t know if it was Azoregus who caused the evil or some other existence, the matter is clear.
If you want to run away after getting the benefits, there is no way!
So, while quietly evacuating the loot from Eresolas and waiting for Cenarius, Carlos felt that he had been arranged.
The information transmission with Lordaeron is relatively smooth. Judging from the feedback, the battle between the Cult of the Damned and the "Scarlet Crusade" that Carlos casually talked about is still in the dark. After all, it has a semi-official status. The paladins act much more conveniently than the warlocks and lichs.
In the struggle for the alliance, Carlos focused his energy on containing the undead plague.
Natural disasters of the undead. For living beings, what is truly terrifying is not the undead creatures, but the ever-increasing number of natural disasters and diseases.
As long as the spread of the plague is contained, everything won't be too bad.
That's why Carlos dared to leave Lordaeron and come to Feralas to "travel".
Carlos's departure may not be a game of hard-to-get.
After silently calculating, Carlos thought he still had time.
So when Cenarius came to Elrethalas with Shandris Feathermoon, who had returned, Carlos didn't feel strange at all.
"The situation is very bad. The Nagas have sent a large number of troops to block the sea lanes."
Shandis Yuyue said worriedly.
"If everything Azuregos said is true, then I have roughly seen through their plan."
Cenarius frowned and said.
"More than half of the night elves' army is now gathered in Silithus. Once the Well of Souls erupts, all the night elves' army in Silithus will be wiped out. There will no longer be a second force in Kalimdor that can stop them. The Qiraji army."
Lao Lunan has a clear understanding of this.
"Even if the eruption of the Well of Souls is not so terrible, cutting off the land transportation of Feralas and blocking the sea routes, the barren land of Silithus cannot afford the need for so many troops."
Carlos couldn't help but frown.
"And I noticed that the power of the Well of Souls is flowing to Silithus. Perhaps the Quicksand Scepter is not necessarily needed to break the seal."
Azoregus came up with an even more terrifying guess.
"Because of Naga's sudden attack, we were poorly prepared and suffered serious ship losses, making it impossible to carry out strategic contraction."
Shandis Yuyue looked very tired, and there were many minor scratches on her exposed arms.
With your words and my words, everyone present quickly pieced together a rough truth.
The Well of Souls is meant for the night elves.
If you are not careful, the night elf population will be cut in half.
The worst-case scenario would be for the Qiraji to reappear without the elves blocking them.
