When the differences in civilization levels are too large, the result will inevitably be like this - it has nothing to do with you if I destroy you/it has nothing to do with you if I save you.
The Pantheon is only a few million years old.
Azeroth's recorded history is less than 100,000 years old.
The history of the Burning Legion is rather special, ranging from ten thousand to one million years.
However, whether it is the Pantheon that created the world or the Burning Legion that destroyed the world, there is essentially a cliff-like generation gap between them and Azeroth.
The Pantheon didn't come to save Azeroth because they forgot.
The Burning Legion is always thinking about destroying Azeroth, but it's too far away.
The human hymn that shines with the golden spirit on the planet Azeroth is just a bright wave in the face of the tide of history.
Carlos has a clear understanding and sufficient preparation for this.
The real Azeroth is not the more than 100 GB of memory in the game.
Adding up all the humans, orcs, elves, and even the murlocs, the population would not exceed 100 million.
This kind of basic resistance is a joke in front of the Burning Legion. According to the precious knowledge obtained from the astral mage Medivh, on the main battlefield of the Pantheon and the Burning Legion, millions of troops are killed every second.
In other words, the combined forces of Azeroth can resist the Burning Legion for less than two minutes.
Carlos would never forget the Iron King's wildest desperation.
The man who protected the world in despair in his timeline is worthy of respect, but not worthy of learning.
When it comes to StarCraft, Azeroth started too late.
What's the use of plundering a dozen or twenty planets? The fire of civilization is guarded by the Titan Legion, and the ashes of the world are guarded by the Burning Legion.
Too late.
Although relying on tyranny can gain maximum power in a short period of time, the consequences will be too great.
To rule short-lived species, one must not only rely on reason, but also on emotions and prestige.
So Carlos is controlling the spread of the Undead Scourge, trying to turn the bilateral game between Ner'zhul and the Ancient God into a three-sided game with him.
However, he still made an unforgivable mistake.
On the planet controlled by the Titans, Carlos foolishly thought that the Titan Guardians had fallen into internal strife, but he forgot that the planet Sargeras had personally visited was not the only Titan Guardian.
Frostmourne is a trap with no solution, the difference lies in the price Ner'zhul pays.
Stratholme's massacre was the result of a multi-party game, and was not an inevitable condition for Arthas to become the Lich King. As long as Ner'zhul was willing to spend the money, even Carlos would suffer the same consequences if he went to exorcise Frostmourne.
Because human abilities have limits, Frostmourne mixed with the Lich King's soul fragments is simply mind control with echo at zero cost, and magic immunity is useless.
After being blocked by Carlos' formation of the Argent Dawn, Ner'zhul no longer had enough time to make a long-term plan.
So it directly spent money to cast the strongest Frostmourne in history, and lifted a piece of soul crystal from its natural disaster base into it.
The change this brings is that even if Alsace, who is in great spiritual perfection, pulls out this special sorrow of frost, he will definitely be transformed into a death knight by the artifact.
The price is the decline of Lich King Ner'zhul's spiritual power over a long period of time.
The fog of war has finally appeared on the full-map dog map.
So Ner'zhul didn't know that Arthas received the oracle in his dream.
The being who called himself Elune informed Arthas of Ner'zhul's conspiracy, and showed the future of Azeroth to the young prince.
"what should I do?"
Arthas chose to surrender in the face of the power of the gods. His sense of justice made him unable to remain indifferent to the gods. The practice of the Holy Knight made him choose to devote himself.
【Become a hero in the dark】
A being who calls himself Elune tells Arthas that capturing the Lich King's power is the key to turning defeat into victory.
Arthas accepted his "fate" with a martyr's mentality.
In this round, Ner'zhul did not lose, and "Elune" did not lose. In the end, only Carlos was completely defeated.
This would be the case if no external force intervened.
"So what kind of bad relationship did the two of us have..."
A rare vacation time, a rare companionship with a beautiful woman, should be the ultimate enjoyment of two pleasures stacked together, how come you can encounter such a thing when you go out hunting? !
Carlos was going to find Chromie to find out what she was planning.
But that's about it.
There was absolutely no intention of lifting up the twin ponytails in the form of the troublemaking dragon lolita and shaking them crazily.
The result did not wait for Carlos's aggressive "seeking revenge".
Chromie came to the door first.
"You're in trouble, you're in big trouble."
Drink...
Why does this hand gesture have such a strong visual sense?
"Stellagosa, go out and look for the wind."
"Don't ever think about it again..."
"Hmm~~~~Huh?"
"Okay, big sister, no problem, big sister."
Little Xingxing, who originally wanted to make harsh remarks based on the alliance with Carlos, was glared at by Chromie, and immediately left the room where various Storm Dragon trophies were displayed, and went out to watch.
"Chromie, you are now the most wanted criminal in Suramar, and I am a distinguished guest of the Grand Magister. For the sake of past friendship, please don't sue me. I will sign a contract with Elisandro in two days. It’s a contract.”
Carlos weighed it, and he really couldn't grasp the depth of Chromie. After thinking about it, he softened his attitude and said softly.
"It's a small matter like this. Your brother-in-law is going to join the book."
"Huh? What did you just say?"
"Arthas has taken refuge with the Old Gods."
"..."
Carlos stared down at Chromie with a look on his face that said, "Fuck me."
Chromie raised his head, raised his chest and put his hands on his hips, with a look on his face that said, "I didn't fuck you."
Carlos stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and asked.
"Drink?"
Chromie hesitated for a moment.
"Strong magic wine, with ice."
After a ton, ton, ton, the two people/dragons made a sound of ah~~~~ at the same time.
Chromie pulled a chair for himself, positioned himself, and jumped on.
"Do you remember how many times you fucked me?"
"Definitely less than killing myself."
"..."
Carlos was so reviled that he couldn't say Fak'er.
"I know you can understand, so I won't talk nonsense to you. Time is very tight."
Chromie paused to make sure Carlos's attention was on him, then continued.
"I'm going to borrow the Eye of Aman'Thul..."
"borrow?"
"Don't interrupt, why are you such a poor kid?"
"I!"
"Then I saw some incredible things and heard some incredible conversations."
"ha?"
"Elune is actually the ancient god. It has bewitched Arthas, and the undead natural disaster will eventually break out. It's still too late for you to go back now. Don't worry about this mess. The night fallen elves are just idlers. Take your The Alliance Navy is coming, so Elisandro can have fun as he wants, so he needs to get down to business."
"..."
Carlos began to wonder if the Chromie in front of him was the real thing.
"Stop staring. I offended someone I shouldn't have offended, and I'm anchored in this time stream. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Something flashed across the corner of Chromie's eyes.
Although it was such a serious matter, Carlos felt indescribably happy.
You can't be too Chromie to be a dragon.
