Suspended in the sky, watching the battle in Elrethalas from sunrise to sunset to sunrise, a sense of absurdity gradually arose in Carlos's heart.
This is like a tower defense game.
The number of Qiraji and Faceless Men must be limited, but to the coalition soldiers, there is no difference between one million and one hundred million, it can be considered infinite.
The outcome of this war lies in whether the power of the Well of Souls can be spread across the earth, not in how many enemies are killed.
This is very uncomfortable.
In unit time, the combat intensity is too high.
On at least seven occasions, Carlos couldn't help but want to go off personally.
But the huge throbbing in his heart warned him that doing so would change something forever.
So Carlos held back.
When you step into the realm of demigods, the biggest difference from mortals is probably the solidification of your sixth sense.
As long as he pays close attention to anything, Carlos can get relevant information. He is no longer a "three-dimensional creature" living in the present. Like a giraffe in the studio, he has peeked beyond the "ceiling of destiny" and has Some characteristics of "four-dimensional life forms".
This strong sense of foreboding warned Carlos to be careful.
But what should we be careful about?
Is it an enemy, a well of souls, or...
It's a terrible feeling when something unexpected happens but you don't know what will happen.
During the intense fighting, Carlos had already lined up all the reserve troops on the front line. The troops who had rested in the first round were waiting to return to the front after a simple reorganization. More warriors who had fought hard all night were staggering on the ground to catch up on their sleep.
Azoregus' tired figure flew to Carlos' side and transformed into a human form again.
"The situation is not good, we underestimated the number of enemies."
"How long until the Well of Souls is closed?"
"At least two more days."
"Um?"
"There are external forces interfering with the earth's ability to absorb the spilled magic power, but we don't have the time or energy to investigate the problem."
"Then don't wait."
It was strange that there was no external force interfering with Carlos.
After landing from the sky and summoning the commanders, Carlos omitted unnecessary elaboration and stated his thoughts directly.
"I want to enter the well of souls."
"That's really not a good idea."
Azoregus said with a frown.
"Your Excellency Fandral Staghelm will arrive in Ere'Thalas tomorrow at the latest. Time is on our side."
"The situation in Silithus is improving. Reinforcements will arrive in the near future. We can hold it."
"Although our enemies are powerful and terrifying, they are not invincible. Mr. Carlos, there is no need for you to take risks."
Various voices of advice came.
"enough."
Carlos interrupted everyone's persuasion with a calm tone.
"I see an unknown threat and can't delay it any longer. This war must be ended before sunset today."
Xia Chong cannot speak of ice, and everyone present will not argue with a demigod about the unknown.
The huge Carlos stood up from his cross-legged position and gave the final order.
"Concentrate your strength, launch a counterattack, cut off the offensive of the bugs and faceless men, and wait for my good news."
Delegating command to the blue dragon Azoregus and Hamuul Runetotem, Carlos began to summon the paladins to prepare for entering the Well of Souls.
An hour later, the roar of battle echoed across Dire Maul.
Carlos's height at this time was similar to that of the Insect Man Pancake, but his stronger body made him not afraid of the Insect Man's thick jointed limbs. He had no weapons at hand, and he even dismantled two Insect Man's pincers to use as scimitars.
If he were to advance alone, Carlos could take advantage of flying to reach the counteroffer library directly.
But becoming a demigod is not the capital of Carlos's arrogance. The corpses of the demigods who were overwhelmed by Azeroth still exist, and he needs an army to help him.
So if you want to go to the Well of Souls, you will conflict with the Faceless Men and Insect Men on the route.
But it's not a big problem.
In terms of individual combat effectiveness, Carlos is still stronger.
Stepping on the enemy's corpses along the way, Carlos arrived at his destination.
"Carlos...wow, look closer, you are really tall."
Dandema made a sound of envy.
Nodding to his old friend, Carlos addressed the Loremaster.
"Gildas, open the passage, I want to go in."
As Syndra's home base, there is no doubt about the strength of the Royal Library. After stacking half of the coalition's siege weapons, it is competent as the last line of defense to protect the Well of Souls.
The few Qiraji and faceless men who broke through the layers of blockade and reached the outskirts of the Royal Library were educated to dimensionality reduction by throwing blades, cannons, and burning stones.
The guards moved the barricades, lifted the blockade, and put Carlos and his party into the Royal Library.
"Your Majesty Carlos, you still decide..."
Being the wise man that he is, Loremaster Gildarts guessed what Carlos wanted to do.
"Can I trust you?"
Carlos asked rhetorically.
"I think it's okay. After all, our interests are the same at this time. But I really don't recommend you do this. Take a look for yourself."
Gildas brought Carlos to the ceremony hall. The projection of the Well of Souls, which once existed in violation of the laws of physics, had now turned into a pool of darkness about five meters in diameter with dots of light.
The Well of Souls at this time is closer to a well in terms of visual effect.
"The form of the Well of Souls collapsed. As the energy was diluted, the interior of the Well of Souls became more chaotic and violent. This is really not a good time to enter it."
Gildas looked at the well of souls as deep as the starry sky and sighed helplessly.
If there was even a slight possibility, the learned man wouldn't want to keep this source of power.
But Tortheldrin took the wrong path from the beginning. The well of souls sacrificed with blood under deception and calculation was a power more cursed than demonic magic.
At this time, the Highborne cannot control the Well of Souls at all. Indulging in it will only lead to your own destruction.
Carlos stood beside the collapsed Well of Souls, his eyes radiating dazzling light as he stared at the roaring "well water". Until the soldiers guarding him felt their legs were aching from standing, Carlos remained as motionless as a steel sculpture.
When the sun was at its peak, Carlos finally made a move. He raised his hands slightly, and the diffused holy light turned into clusters of light prisms. A clear and sweet hymn like wind chimes appeared in the ears of everyone present, and the holy light followed Carlos's command formed an array of spiral staircases in the air.
As Carlos waved his palm heavily, the spiral holy light hit the edge of the well of souls accurately, binding the gradually collapsing tide of souls like a dam.
"That's enough, guard this place."
After Carlos finished speaking, he took the lead and stepped into the Well of Souls.
After struggling to break through the obstacles set by the unknown enemy, the Arch Druid led the Raptor Druid and finally entered the mountains in the northwest of Feralas.
Soaring high in the sky, the impact of sunlight on the line of sight is weakened, and the surrounding light is even a little dim.
Due to the influence of water vapor, Fandral Staghelm's field of vision was only about a hundred kilometers away.
Due to the terrain, the wetland inhabited by the Green Dragon Legion was already vaguely visible at the end of the field of vision. Fandral Staghelm breathed a sigh of relief.
It's coming soon, it will arrive tomorrow at the latest.
Cenarius's urgent call conveyed the seriousness of the situation. Although Fandral Staghelm did not like to see the upper elves, he could not turn a blind eye to the two hundred thousand elites of the night elves.
However, at this moment, a dazzling starlight penetrated the eyes, disrupting the strict flight formation of the raptor druids.
Damn it, where does the starlight come from at noon? ?
Fandral Staghelm stared in the direction of the starlight despite the pain...
That's Erethalas.
