Under the calm sea is a turbulent undercurrent. Both Alsace and Carlos are facing this situation, but one is literal, and the other is a metaphor behind it.
【Are you ready? 】
Faced with God's question, Alsace's answer was "Yes, always be prepared".
Compared with "Elune", Kel'Thuzad's little tricks seem so superficial and vulgar.
The gaps in the soul caused by personal gains and losses of love, hatred, and resentment are nothing in the face of the great goal of striving for the benefit of all mankind.
Arthas knew what he was about to face and how dangerous the journey ahead would be.
But he was fearless and even had a martyr-like sense of satisfaction.
I was saving the world, and the gods chose me.
The alien soul who calls himself the Lich King will definitely pay the price for his arrogance.
Arthas and his fleet were very close to the continent of Northrend, but the Ice Storm of the Raging Sea would not treat him with courtesy just because he was the prince of Lordaeron and the chosen one of the gods.
The experienced boatswain told Alsace that the calm situation in front of them was just a precursor to a huge storm. At most, before nightfall, they were about to experience the ruthlessness of Northrend.
"This may be a test...Father, wait for me."
Alsace was fearless.
On the other side of the Raging Sea, the closer Carlos got to Lordaeron, the more he could intuitively feel what a hotbed of incubating chaos was.
Carlos's old father-in-law, His Majesty Terenas Menethil II, was too good to be without him.
"Why can't these stupid [beeps] just bow to me like NPCs?"
Carlos couldn't help but launch a complaint against himself when he was alone.
Every human member of the Eastern Kingdom has an imperial dream in their heart, a seed that took root and sprouted in their sleep when they were children.
Folklore, bedtime stories, the boasts of adults in their spare time, the wonderful performances of minstrels and circuses...
It is undeniable that the deeds of the Arathor Empire and Emperor Thoradin are the inner centripetal force of the human race.
In order to restore Stormwind City, Sir Anduin Lothar personally untied the last chain from the neck of the beast called power, and all the kingdoms on the continent of Lordaeron gained legal legitimacy.
Carlos is also a beneficiary in this regard.
If there were no Scourge of the Undead, no Burning Legion, and no tricks of fate, then Arthas or the generation of Arthas's sons, the Kingdom of Lordaeron would have great hope to regain the grandeur of the Arathor Empire, and all humans would live again. Under the same flag.
But there are no ifs in life.
The small political giant fell.
In the last stage of his life, Terenas focused his remaining energy on the Menethil family's absolute rule over the city of Lordaeron.
The city of Lordaeron is the absolute core of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the most important city in the entire continent of Lordaeron. It is the foundation of the Menethil family.
Carlos could understand Terenas' choice.
But the city of Lordaeron is not all of the continent of Lordaeron.
In places beyond the control of the City Legion of Lordaeron, conspiracy and ambition spread wildly like weeds in midsummer, and many of them were fueled by the Cult of the Damned.
After the alliance lost its common enemy, unity became a huge joke.
Carlos became more and more aware of the Iron King's feelings.
It is also becoming increasingly clear that the path of the King of Steel will not work.
Even if you are disgusted, even if you are resistant, even if you use less glorious calculations, you must still face the crisis in front of you head-on.
Politics is politics, and the use of power and violence to suppress the outbreak of problems will ultimately make it impossible to escape from a deeper and worse quagmire.
So when the former orc swordmaster Spartacus reported to Carlos the unusual movements of the Frostwolf clan deep in the Alterac Mountains, Carlos chose the deepest silence.
This CTM life...
Because of the outstanding performance of Carlos and the Silver Dawn, the spread of the Cult of the Damned was severely hindered.
However, because of this, the internal conflicts within the alliance have become increasingly fierce and irreconcilable.
Especially the filial son Arthas, who didn't know why, ran to Northrend to find a panacea that could save his father's life...
So everything piled up, and Carlos was ready to let Sal act like a monster.
In this current situation, the existence of the Alliance of Lordaeron is necessary.
Gilneas has withdrawn from the group, House Trollbane of Stromgarde has fallen into the quagmire of power murder, Alterac has been marginalized, Stormwind City is far away and full of bags, and the internal purge of Quel'Thalas has arrived reached the climax.
Now that the power of "justice" continues to decline, the worst alliance is more important than the disintegrated independent royal power.
Perhaps letting Thrall do something or even guiding him to do something might not be a feasible option.
Carlos fell into the spiral maze of thinking, not realizing the horror of "destiny". His choices became more and more similar to the "best" future chosen by the Bronze Dragon.
The fleet of Quel Tiras was still floating on the sea, the crisis in Silithus was temporarily relieved, and the night elves' legions began to shrink back to defense.
After all, for the night elves, the Qiraji are a big trouble, but they are not the only trouble.
Sartre, for example, never made the Watchers stable.
After Maiev Shadowsong determined that Silithus did not need her and his Warder sisters, she immediately turned around and prepared to go to Felwood to kill the Jadefire Satyr's latest plot.
This was originally the work of the Cenarion Circle, but the Scythe of the Moon reappeared after many years, causing the druids to get into big trouble. The biggest trouble for the Cenarion Circle was Malfurion's pampering of Tyrande. .
Jarod Shadowsong left without saying goodbye at the pinnacle of glory, and the leadership of the night elves had essentially fallen into the hands of Malfurion and Tyrande. After the Great Ocean, the night elf society at this time was essentially a **** system.
Maiev Shadowsong thought Tyrande was a good priest but not a good leader ten thousand years ago, and she still thinks so today, ten thousand years later.
But Malfurion was a competent leader.
As long as Malfurion could wipe out Tyrande's innocence and willfulness, Maiev Shadowsong was not prepared to have a dispute with the couple.
Even the trouble in Felwood was not part of her plans.
Therefore, Maiev Shadowsong did not return to the Watcher's Dungeon in the Broken Islands immediately after the crisis in Silithus was temporarily relieved.
Therefore, the best opportunity to kill Cho'gall was missed.
"Savis, you'd better speed up. Master's patience is not infinite."
"Corrupting Teldrassil is a difficult project, and I'm working on it!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Master doesn't like to hear it, and neither do I. I have sent the Skull of Gul'dan to your forest, and I have fulfilled your request, so don't make excuses."
"I tried my best!"
At this time, the Titan facility imprisoning the ancient gods has not been completely corroded and penetrated. Cho'gall, who has become the leader of the Twilight Sect, wants to contact Xavius, the king of satyrs, so he must go to the Broken Islands and use the surroundings of the Tomb of Sargeras. That powerful and twisted demonic power.
Whether it's the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor, or the Alliance of Lordaeron and the Kaldorei elves, a raging undercurrent is gathering.
Outside Durnholde Castle, Thrall, who has completed his shaman training in the Frostwolf clan, is planning an attack on his "adopted father".
