The role of idols is huge, and the power of role models is infinite.
But what's the cost?
When he was young, Carlos used his fantasy-like thoughts to speculate on the demigods of Azeroth, imagining that one day he would step onto the altar to light the divine fire, punch Cenarius and kick Malorne, and finally marry Elu. En reaches the pinnacle of life.
Shit…
Don't worry about marrying someone else after beating someone else's husband or son.
The point is that demigods are not defective products that cannot become gods at all, they are half gods!
Gods are distant from the world, they are intangible and incomprehensible.
To sum up the end using the words and language that the mortal race lacks, gods do not have everything, but have everything.
Demigods, on the other hand, are gods who walk in the world.
Although they can be touched and understood, to mortals, there is no essential difference between demigods and gods.
But what's the cost?
Walking in the world as a god, how can you not pay the corresponding price?
Medivh and Aegwynn, mother and son, clearly possess the power to kill gods, and can even look down on more than half of the demigods in Azeroth in terms of combat prowess, but they are still only mortals in terms of status.
Why?
Carlos once asked the astral mage Medivh this question.
"I've come this far in Azeroth, so I can't get out; I've come this far in the Star Boundary, so I can't go back."
The astral mage did not answer Carlos' question directly, but based on his own speculation, Carlos had a rough guess.
The immortality of the demigods is the immortality of the soul. After the destruction of the body, they can be resurrected by reading a message in the Emerald Dream.
But think more deeply about this phenomenon, who is resurrecting the demigods who have died physically?
Or to put it another way, who gave the demigods their immortality?
It's the Emerald Dream, it's the Titans.
Before finding out the truth, Carlos was not very willing to step into the realm of demigods.
Because the improvement of rank does not mean the improvement of combat effectiveness.
When you step into the realm of demigods, you will have many strange and useful abilities, but everything has a familiarization process.
At this critical juncture, if you change your life form and become a demigod, you will be inexplicably sleeping for ten or twenty years...
The day lilies are cold.
According to Carlos's plan, he should at least go to the Broken Islands and talk to the guardian Odin after dealing with the Cult of the Curse before considering this issue.
But a plan is always just a plan, it cannot keep up with the speed of change.
The ancient gods suddenly attacked, and a huge unknown conspiracy shrouded the sky over Azeroth. Carlos urgently needed new power to deal with these crises.
"How to become a demigod?"
Carlos asked the astral mage.
"It would be better if you don't refuse."
The astral mage replied.
When your power reaches that level, the world you live in will naturally extend an invitation to you.
When Carlos returned to Azeroth, he had vaguely felt the kind of invitation Medivh described, an invitation from the world.
But the call of this soul is not clear enough, and seems to be separated by a layer of fog.
During this crisis in the Well of Souls, Carlos felt like this more than once - as long as he compromised, he could be sublimated immediately.
I don't know why, but Carlos naturally thought of the word compromise.
But he held back.
But now, stimulated by Neltharion, Carlos couldn't help it anymore.
Mortals can sing a triumphant song of humanity in the war against the Burning Legion, praising the greatness of the golden spirit.
But mortals are powerless against gods.
When facing an indescribable existence like the Ancient God, the demigod level is the lowest level of admission.
With this realization, Carlos no longer resisted the call deep in his soul.
"The upper elves are resisting us from continuing to increase our troops. They say there is not enough food stock."
"Wait."
"Do the orcs really don't need to be guarded? This is not a country. Our numbers are not enough to suppress the orcs. Your Majesty, we must be on guard."
"Wait."
"Ordnance distribution, troop coordination, and battlefield selection, His Majesty Carlos, it's time to study these."
"Wait."
"Carlos, are you okay? I see that you don't look well. Do you need me to prepare some herbs for you?"
"Wait...no need, thank you."
"Sir Carlos, the arrangements for the magic ceremony are complete."
"Wait."
After returning to Elrethalas, various practical problems came one after another, but Carlos delayed it as long as he could, and in the eyes of others, he completely failed to fulfill the duties of a commander.
In this way, under the huge crisis, although the coalition forces still maintain the most basic restraint, internal conflicts and conflicts are accumulating and intensifying.
"How long we have to wait?"
The blue dragon Azoregus finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his doubts in public.
"We are running out of time. The stability of the Well of Souls is deteriorating and it is about to explode."
"tomorrow."
Finally, Carlos gave an affirmative answer. Azoregus stared into Carlos's eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just turned around and left, doing his own thing.
Shortly after Azoregus left, Carlos issued an order. At dawn the next day, all the leaders, large and small, gathered in the Crescent Square for a meeting.
That night, Dandema, who had disappeared for ten days, returned to Elrethalas dusty.
"How is it going?"
"You guessed it right. The people above concealed the news. Silithus has already started fighting, with the help of Lord Cenarius. The bugs have not yet broken through the defense line set by the Cenarion Council. I heard that the seal set up at the beginning is still there. At work, the Qiraji regular army is still sealed under the ruins, but those alien bugs alone are driving the frontline commanders crazy. It is not a question of whether there is enough food at all, but a lack of ordnance, especially It’s arrows and throwing blades.”
"What about the north?"
"There is no news about Malfurion Stormrage, but I heard that Fandral Staghelm is having a hard time going south. Sartre and other demons are constantly obstructing his progress. Currently, he and the Dru he led I have not yet passed the desolate place.”
"Really? What's the situation at sea?"
"Teldrassil's fleet record is very good. After this battle, at least ten meritorious captains will be produced, but they will not be able to achieve substantial close combat. They cannot break through the Naga blockade if they carry supplies, and the pure combat configuration of the warships has a long range. It’s not enough, and the supplies can’t be transported by sea at all. Naga’s casualties are very high, and even I can tell that this blockade won’t last long, but it may be enough to bring down Silithus.”
"Is there any other information worth noting?"
"No, Shandis has already left Feather Moon Fortress and rushed to Silithus. I can't find out more information."
"You've worked hard, go and have a rest."
Carlos patted Dandema on the shoulder and said no more.
Fandral Staghelm's corruption did not happen overnight. Before he came into contact with Xavius, Fandral Staghelm was a respected and trustworthy elder among the night elves, and an indispensable leader of the night elves.
But in the current situation, Carlos simply did not have enough information to judge whether Fandral Staghelm had been completely dominated by emotion and had defected to the Nightmare King.
That simply doesn't wait.
Carlos is ready to sublimate his status at tomorrow's rally, use his absolute strength to suppress all the noisy voices, use his personal prestige and charm to unify the will of the coalition forces, and let all living beings in Elrethalas listen. own voice.
This is the power of demigods.
