"How come I, a human king with the effect of Lordaeron, became the savior of Kalimdor?"
"Don't refuse. Your Excellency Cenarius and Her Majesty Queen Ysera have decided that it is you."
“Does this give people a feeling of imperial authority?”
"It would be hypocritical to refuse any more."
"If I admit hypocrisy, can I stop doing it?"
"cannot."
The development of events was beyond Carlos' imagination.
At first, Carlos considered whether there was some mastermind behind it that was preventing him from returning to Lordaeron to stop the outbreak of the Undead Scourge, and he could drag himself to Elre'Thalas.
Later, Carlos discovered that he had underestimated the courage of the ancient god.
In Felwood, Winterspring, Ashenvale, Darkshore, and Silithus, operations against the night elves broke out intensively at the same time.
Originally, in order to deal with the Qiraji's resurgence in Silithus, Malfurion and Tyrande mobilized nearly half of the night elves' army. Now in the traditional territory of the night elves, all kinds of monsters and monsters suddenly jumped out, which cut off the possibility of Teldrassil to continue to mobilize local troops.
To make matters worse, Naga forcibly blocked the sea lanes regardless of casualties. Tyrande was unable to even deliver the last viable forces of Teldrassil and Darkshore to Feralas.
Fandral Staghelm has led more than two hundred raptor druids and is flying towards Feralas with all their strength.
But this is of no use. By the time my comrades arrive, the Well of Souls will have been blown up long ago.
"So my village is the last hope? Where is the Green Dragon Army?"
"Forget it, if I want you to contribute, there is no need to hide these things from you. In fact, unlike the black dragon who gave up his duties, the green dragon cannot mobilize enough troops at all, and the red dragons have not yet recovered from the previous pain. , Bronze Dragon... The situation is special, and we..."
"I see."
"We Blue Dragon..."
"That is to say, in a short period of time, I am the only one who has the ability to mobilize reinforcements. Is that what you mean?"
"We Blue Dragon..."
"Help me arrange it. I want to have a meeting with His Majesty Ysera. If this request can be met, I will not refuse."
"We...I will convey it to you."
Carlos couldn't help pinching the bridge of his nose after sending away Azuregos, who was working as a lobbyist.
big head.
Cenarius had left Elrethalas for Silithus yesterday.
In the southern desert, Qiraji activities are becoming increasingly rampant, and a large number of soldiers have appeared around the Cenarion Circle's headquarters.
If the Well of Souls is an unstable time bomb, then the situation in Silithus has reached a point where it is about to explode.
Carlos is no longer the novice who was obsessed with time travel and rebirth more than 20 years ago who had superstitious game experience. He deeply understands that seals are meant to be broken.
Not being able to break Ahn'Qiraj's seal without the Scepter of Quicksand is simply a self-deceiving joke.
If the main force of night elves, numbering more than 200,000, is swallowed up by the insect tide, there will be no need to guard against any undead natural disasters. All living creatures in the Eastern Kingdom will just wait for death.
Sealed deep underground in the barren desert of Silithus, the Qiraji are able to explode such a large force under the protection of C'Thun. As long as they break free of their shackles and use the entire Kalimdor as a breeding ground, who can? Can the rise of the Zerg be stopped?
Is the Burning Legion fleet still three thousand light years away in Azeroth?
The picture is too beautiful to even think about.
In order to prepare for the commotion of the trolls, Carlos dispatched more than 10,000 Glory Orcs to the Hinterlands.
It is euphemistically called a reward for those who have completed the atonement, granting them the favor of opening up the land.
In fact, it is just a multi-faceted check and balance.
Unexpectedly, this move actually became the straw that saved Azeroth.
What a joke.
With more than 2,000 Alterac surveillance troops, more than 10,000 Glory Orcs, and more than 6,000 trolls, Carlos became the only leader capable of turning the tide in the critical situation of Elre'Thalas.
As for the idea that any foreign creatures entering the Emerald Dream may pollute the Emerald Dream, the green dragons have ignored them, and their faces are uglier than a certain scumbag.
As for the indigenous residents of Elrethalas, they were selectively forgotten by the leaders of all forces.
The Green Dragon and Cenarius believe that Tortheldrin has fallen deeply into the Well of Souls, and that the high-ranking elves of Elrethalas who have long sucked demonic magic are no longer trustworthy; the elves believe that these former "compatriots" are not worthy of trust and do not need to be trusted. There was no particularly detailed reason; Carlos simply looked down upon their combat effectiveness.
It was true that he hoped to gain the allegiance of some of the Highborne, but not now, not here.
Elrethalas has been stuck in a corner and has been stuck in its ways for tens of thousands of years. It has been out of touch with the times. Coupled with the terrible addiction to magic, Carlos can't even look down on the 20,000 city guards, let alone launch a people's war. .
The prince of the people of Elrethalas is still playing the role of the "big villain" at this moment.
This collaboration between the ancient gods is indeed amazing, but the stage of conspiracy has passed, and it is now a conspiracy.
Under the investigation of Cenarius and Azoregus, the information about the Well of Souls has been basically grasped.
Huge abilities are being gathered, and the channels used to transmit energy have been clearly arranged.
Either the Well of Souls created by Prince Tortheldrin explodes on the spot, blowing up Feralas and the surrounding areas into a big crater, blowing the continent of Kalimdor into two pieces, and C'Thun can calmly order the Qiraji. The humans cannibalized the main force of the isolated night elves, and then steadily swept across the entire continent of Kalimdor from south to north. Or, the energy of the Well of Souls was guided to Silithus after reaching a qualitative change. C'Thun used this power to forcefully break through the blockade set by the dragons in the Quicksand War, and absorbed this power to get rid of the weak and resurrected state. The intact posture once again reigns in the world.
Any possibility is unacceptable to all creatures in Azeroth.
So after various deductions, the Mystery Guardian Azoregus proposed the third possibility - fulfilling half of Tortheldrin's dream and really channeling the power of the Well of Souls into the Well of Eternity. .
Or according to the Tauren's understanding, return this power to Mother Earth.
After all, Azoregus is not a scumbag. The plan he proposes is very feasible at the magical level, and it can be regarded as a reliable solution to the big bomb in the Well of Souls.
By redirecting this huge unstable energy back to the earth, the well of souls will be purified by hundreds of thousands of unwilling angry souls who are so small in the face of the size of the planet.
Well, the feasibility of magic is very high. The only problem is that when the purification and guidance ceremony is performed, the large amount of accumulated magic is simply the brightest light bulb node in the Azeroth Magic Network system.
Although it is not as good as the Well of Eternity back then, it is almost inevitable that it will attract a lot of gods and ghosts.
This requires an army strong enough to protect this magical ceremony.
Sorry, the night elves trapped in the quagmire of Silithus were temporarily blocked by the Naga and could not produce such an army.
So Carlos was designated as the chosen one.
It's not that Carlos doesn't understand the meaning of lip-death and tooth-coldness, but he has some questions that he doesn't want to express. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he must meet Ysera.
