"Have you ever considered joining the Dragon Legion? Become a dragon."
"Jackie Chan?!"
Why not Jet Li...
Carlos's heart fluctuated slightly, and he immediately understood the problem.
The language system of Azeroth is diverse, but there will never be any confusion about the meaning of "Jackie Chan".
Neltharion was not talking to himself in words at all, nor was it even a simple exchange of thoughts.
Because communication at the level of thoughts and ideas can be disturbed but will never cause ambiguity.
this……
"I have a way to transform races, and you are qualified."
Carlos just stared at Neltharion's face and suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.
This is the resonance of blood.
I'm Your Father! ! !
Nonsence……
Carlos dismissed these inexplicable and irrelevant thoughts from his mind, and began to analyze and speculate seriously.
Excluding the stupid possibility that we have dragon blood, and considering the identity of the guardian of Neltharion, the boldest guess is that we are all children of Azeroth.
"Can you answer my question?"
"You ask."
"Is Elune, the moon god, a person?"
"The moon goddess...Elune...is not human."
Carlos finally realized that he was speaking in Common Language, while Neltharion was communicating with him in an even more bizarre way.
Oops, due to the difference in expression, I missed the opportunity to ask about the finale!
Neltharion's mental state was obviously not very good. If he told jokes and made jokes, the other party would probably fall out on the spot if they disagreed.
Carlos exhaled softly, forced to suppress the "spoiler" part of his thoughts, and began to communicate as a "participant".
"It's the Origin Engine."
"There's an easier way."
No denial…
"Not interested at the moment."
"That's a shame."
No falling out...
It might be possible to try more pointed topics.
"Did you lure me here?"
"It is the guidance of fate."
That's it, Azoregus, I didn't expect that you, a thick-browed man with big eyes, would be the shame of the blue dragon, and you would be played with by your eldest cousin using magic.
Why are you distracted again? I'm just thinking about something else...
"Are you going to persuade me to give up the Well of Souls?"
"Of course not. Even if you don't take action, I will intervene. The earth can no longer withstand such trauma."
It's an intriguing answer. I can't think about it in a short period of time. I don't think about the meaning of this sentence for the time being.
"That……"
"You think too much, we just met by chance."
Although Neltharion said it sincerely and it felt true, Carlos instinctively didn't believe it.
"The green dragon told me that you were preventing the red dragons from interfering with their affairs in Feralas, and that's all I could conclude."
"Hahahaha, I don't know when my former brothers and sisters became unreasonable and unable to communicate. Stop them? I'm stopping them from making mistakes!"
Carlos felt heavy sadness and grievance, mixed with unwillingness and anger, very complicated emotions.
Pulling himself together, he ventured to ask.
"Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"It's nothing, just fulfilling my duties."
Suddenly, Neltharion seemed to have lost interest in communicating, turned around again, and made a sound like "Drink~~~ah~~~~~~~~~~~~ha", and his palms seemed to be raised and spread out. This huge burden maintains a delicate balance.
Then, the hot magma lake cooled.
By the way, the chaotic magic power was also calmed down.
Neltharion turned half sideways and glanced at Carlos with his peripheral vision, then disappeared from Carlos' sight.
"Neltharion!"
Carlos suddenly shouted, feeling as if he had forgotten something again.
"There is no more Neltharion, there is no more Neltharion in this world."
This was not the answer from the Black Dragon King, but the voice echoed from the depths of Carlos's heart.
Although there was no evidence, Carlos' intuition told him that Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, seemed to have little "sanity" left.
Sudden encounters, strange conversations, and mysterious inconsistencies are revealed everywhere.
After Neltharion left, Carlos used the Holy Light method to observe the scene again, and was able to confirm that the elemental plane had been stripped away.
So, with full of confusion, Carlos left his things and directed his men who were still setting up a temporary camp to dismantle the things and escape.
People have limits.
As a human being standing at the top, Carlos began to deeply understand the weight of these words.
Talent is a good excuse for you when you don't work hard.
Only after you work hard can you understand how cruel it is to be inferior to others.
Carlos really couldn't compete with his intelligence against a being like the Ancient God who could spend twenty-eight hours a day thinking about conspiracies.
Originally, Carlos only dealt with the Well of Souls incident in Elrethalas as a minor trouble.
But this unexpected meeting with Neltharion made Carlos understand one thing intuitively - he was not a real prophet.
Or to put it more bluntly, compared to the ancient gods, his IQ is flawed.
We need to eat and drink, we need to sleep, we need entertainment, we need friendship, and we crave love and understanding.
Carlos couldn't help but recall the feeling he had when he last met Neltharion.
After returning from the alien planet, I haven't fully adapted to the changes in my body. I feel like "I am very strong". Even the Black Dragon King dares to take a few blows head-on.
When they met again, they didn't even have the courage to take action.
Was it because I was blindly confident before?
Probably not, it was something that happened to Neltharion.
It is the "power" of the Black Dragon King that has become stronger.
Is the Old God's corruption of Neltharion accelerating?
He just blocked the development of the Cult of the Damned in the human realm, and the Ancient God immediately made a "big news" on the other side of the world corresponding to Lordaeron.
This difference in intelligence really cannot be made up for by hard work.
Carlos couldn't help but start to wonder if the time was right to take that step.
With deep worries, I finally set foot on the flat road before dark, holding a torch and driving under the starry night. It took thirty-six hours to go and only twenty-one hours to come back.
In a little more than two days, another batch of troops came to Feralas from the Hinterlands, and a large amount of war equipment was also transported.
But preparation is still far from enough.
Not only the preparation of war supplies, but also the unification of ideas and the arrangement of tactics.
A large number of armies are stationed in Elre'Thalas, and the high elves are not naturally peaceful.
It was only the collective shutdown of Torsedrin and Syndra, the core of the ruling party, that created the illusion of resignation in the early stage.
The orcs need to be comforted and encouraged, the trolls need material rewards, the highborne need coercion and inducement, and their own troops need to be arranged in the right position. Cooperation with the tauren needs negotiation, and the night elves need to squeeze out the warlords, which means most of the reinforcements. coordination.
Everything was weighing on Carlos.
In order to save the world, Carlos decided to become an idol.
