Carlos Barov fell into severe anxiety.
Because of a miraculous victory.
Although a hush-hush order was issued to the surviving tribesmen, rumors about the demon-slaying battle still spread like wildfire.
Don't ask why you named the Demon-Slaying War, Carlos also heard what others said.
Although it is said that this thing is basically nine falsehoods and one truth, it is extremely exaggerated, but if this kind of exaggerated reality is reprocessed twice, it is not as real as heavenly.
Usually, when I brag about sex with others, it’s all from one of my buddies/friends/comrades/aunt/aunt. Don’t tell anyone else.
What now?
If the King of Cards hadn't ordered it to be sealed, I would have blown XXXXXXX to you! Sun Breathing Technique Warning! ! !
Fortunately, humans are an empiricist species, and incomprehensible truths are no different from lies to the general public.
So Carlos didn't pursue who was leaking the secret.
Recalling that battle carefully, Carlos, who had calmed down, lost all excitement and pride, and was replaced by deep fear.
Carlos was scared.
He was completely unable to recall his mental state at that time.
I thought I could win, so I went ahead and won.
The style of this hot-blooded boy comic really doesn’t match the style of Azeroth.
Carlos clearly remembered that his rational judgment at that time was that he should try his best to escape, but he did not understand why he acted recklessly.
The even more frightening fact is that he won the battle.
The sense of contradiction and conspiracy is too strong.
Especially with Varimathras, an old familiar demon, as a reference.
Carlos vaguely remembered that he had already come into contact with the realm of demigods at that time, and it felt like all the power in his body was about to burst out. When facing Varimathras, he had to use all his strength to press him to the ground and rub him.
It was a fun battle that required all your strength to stabilize half the head.
Using this as a reference point, it is not difficult for Carlos to make a roughly accurate positioning of his own strength.
That is, there is no way that he can win under the siege of the demons who come forward and under the joint restraint of the four fear devils.
This is a qualitative change caused by a quantitative change.
Carlos was mentally prepared to pay a heavy price.
The results of it?
Carlos is at a huge disadvantage! Carlos looked ashen! Carlos' formation is terrible! Carlos, fight and retreat! Carlos is in a dilemma! Carlos has no escape! Carlos is face-ridden by the Dreadlord! Carlos the reckless man explodes the enemy! Oh, this holy light, this holy light has done meritorious service! Carlos wins!
This is how Carlos, a professional general, wrote a post-war summary.
I can't explain it.
Behind all the strange events, there is either a mastermind behind the scenes, or a larger conspiracy lurks.
Carlos couldn't imagine how legion of demons lined up to kill people.
So the unknown frightened him.
Coupled with the huge difference between rational judgment and fighting instinct at that time.
This made Carlos feel uncontrollably terrified.
Just like when you hit the goal with a powerful volley to beat your opponent in a top-level football match, the eyes of the world are focused on you as the cameras...the sneakers were kicked off and there was a hole in the sock at the thumb position of the foot.
Carlos felt bad.
Why are there so many demons and why do I win?
The most important thing is, what is hidden behind all this?
The unreasonable results caused Carlos to think that his intelligence was seriously lacking.
As a result, the purge operations that should have been carried out immediately were delayed.
On the other side, Chromie, who was wearing Medivh's appearance, pretended to be a fool and fooled Jaina, and then went to fool Terenas Menethil II non-stop.
But the result was not very good. Carlos's old father-in-law was in the incurable stage where people are extremely stubborn and dying, so he directly sent Chromie three words---Gude.
Chromie thought about it for a long time and felt that there seemed to be no difference, so he rushed to Keldaron happily.
In Luna's plan, Archimonde is an important tool who must come to Azeroth. For this reason, the hidden purpose behind Chromie's plan to pretend to be a god and a ghost becomes clear.
Advise Jaina to go west and build a fortress city that may or may not be called Theramore.
Advise Terenas to be careful about his son so that the Alliance can prepare its strength as soon as possible.
But this doesn't seem to be important. The old man obviously won't live that long.
The penultimate step is to persuade the King of Alterac to release the water and allow Thrall's orcs to go west.
Then the last step is to pretend to be a magic stick in front of Thrall, and then brush the face of the elf.
That's what a perfect plan is.
However, when Chromie dressed as Medivh and landed on the terrace of the Lake Castle of Keldaron, she was greeted by Carlos holding the Stormka.
"King of Alterac, I brought you..."
"Shh!"
Carlos put his left index finger to his lips to signal the "Medivh" in front of him to stay quiet.
Then, there was a heavy and sad blow.
This birdie is so stupid, did he blackmail me?
Carlos couldn't understand that the astral mage Medivh personally handed over his inheritance in Azeroth to himself. At this time, another "Medivine" suddenly popped up and wanted to give him the apocalypse!
Let’s cut it down.
"Hero, spare your life!"
Realizing that he could not block the sword at all, Chromie decisively knelt down and begged for mercy.
As a result, Medivh's illusion turned into a light and shadow effect of magic particles and dissipated around him.
"Are you... Chromie?"
Carlos couldn't help but rub his eyes, and then felt that it was ridiculous but at the same time, there didn't seem to be anything wrong.
Although Chromie was kneeling down to beg for mercy and Carlos was wielding a knife to attack the dragon, Chromie was not panicked at all.
Because in her vision, the dissipated power was lingering around Carlos, distorting his will and cognition.
"Uh, it's me."
"Why is that you?"
"Um, do you believe me when I tell the truth?"
"You can take a guess."
"I guess you don't want me to guess."
After a lot of nonsense, Chromie found that Carlos's attitude became more friendly.
So she told him what she wanted Carlos to do.
"This is a betrayal of the alliance."
"This is salvation for the world."
"I will think about it."
"Then, you think about it first, I have to leave first."
Glancing at the bloodthirsty blade in Carlos' hand from the corner of his eye, Chromie decisively recognized the coward.
Carlos was left alone on the terrace in a daze, as if the online game had been disconnected.
Aegwynn, who was following Chromie, hid his figure and landed next to Carlos. He observed carefully for a moment, then left quietly after sighing silently.
The previous generation of watchers roughly guessed Luna's plan, but they couldn't see it clearly.
But looking at Carlos, the "darling" of the moon god, she understood that the world might once again fall into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
After a while, Carlos came back to life as if he had been disconnected and reconnected.
He carefully checked the terrace, but did not find the familiar scent he had just sensed, so he hesitated for a moment and turned to leave.
"It's time to deal with the orc problem in Hillbrad."
Carlos whispered quietly.
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