"Sloth, what a laziness. During the Second Orc War, whether it was the gryphon knights of our alliance or the red dragoons of the tribe, air defense was always the top priority."
Standing on the city wall of Lordaeron, Carlos looked lonely.
"We have only had peace for a few years, and the air defense work is already on paper. There is such a loud noise, but there are no guards to check the situation. It is really lazy."
Milhouse wanted to say something on the side, but thought it was better to remain silent, and finally said nothing.
After all, with the scientific research funds of the Barov family, they provide more than a hundred hand-operated engines to the Alterac military every year. However, Carlos (the funder)'s father ordered a private flight and it exploded.
This is embarrassing.
Although the fact that a distance of more than 700 kilometers was covered in four hours is great in itself.
But in front of the sponsor's father, there are still twenty kilometers away from the city of Lordaeron.
Exploded.
The aircraft exploded.
Explodes into a firework that lights up the night sky.
If the sponsor's father's Holy Shield hadn't taken care of everything, Milhouse himself would have been afraid.
Is it because the magic fuel level has been increased? Anyway, his mana shield will definitely not be able to withstand this kind of explosion damage.
The conclusion is that Milhouse not only lost his life, but also lost his life.
So in the cold Lake Lordamre, Carlos led us swimming for an hour, holding him by the back of his neck, and finally landed ashore.
At another time and in another place, Milhouse might have had a few words to complain about.
For example: Look at the cliffs that are high and steep, the city walls that are thick and big, the night is deep and sleepy, and the Alliance guards are also human beings.
But in this case, the dwarf who pretends to be dead is the good dwarf.
Carlos waited for about five minutes, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he realized that something was not right.
"Milhouse, think of your own solution, and leave as soon as daybreak."
"Did something happen?"
Milhouse asked in confusion.
Carlos was in a hurry to rush to Lordaeron. Naturally, he had his reasons. Milhouse's curiosity was in the exploration of magic, not in conspiracy and trade-offs, so he could restrain himself from asking questions.
"I have three hidden forces in the city of Lordaeron, but no one is here to take care of them. What do you think this means?"
"Does it mean our place is relatively remote?"
Carlos looked down at Milhouse and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.
In another timeline, Milhouse responded to Dalaran's call and followed the Alliance to the Broken Outland. When the teleportation failed, he was able to penetrate the battleship-class Naaru shield and was directly imprisoned in the Forbidden Prison as an intruder. It can be seen that Absolutely lucky E.
Moreover, in that timeline, this damn dwarf could still pretend to be an undercover agent of the Twilight Church to do things without being discovered, and gradually infiltrated the upper echelons of Dalaran, but he turned out to be a foolish and retarded person...a character with great wisdom and stupidity.
Maybe Milhouse's lucky E tricked him.
With this thought in mind, Carlos said goodbye to Milhouse, discerned the direction in the pre-dawn haze, and moved quickly towards the central neighborhood of Lordaeron.
It is not the Xicheng District where the nobles live, nor is it the Royal District to the east.
In the central block, there is a safe house set up by Archmage Modera.
As long as the Lich King Ner'zhul focuses on one thing, he will be everywhere at all times, calculating every step.
Carlos would never dare to yell that his fate was his own. I couldn't help but think that I could conquer the world.
Although there was a faint voice in his heart telling him that you can actually do it.
But now, Carlos must erase his silhouette from the Lich King's gaze.
Apart from the great magisters of the high elves, only the great magisters of the six-person Council of Dalaran have this ability.
None of this is difficult.
Carlos arrived at the safe house disguised as a warehouse without much effort.
Activating the mana crystal, Modera's vision immediately appeared in front of Carlos.
"Can I still trust you?"
Carlos asked.
"Should I continue to trust you?"
Modera's magical illusion was a little distorted, but the hesitation on her face was serious.
"Ask first, ma'am."
Carlos didn't have to think hard to understand that something was going on.
"You brought Medivh's token, so I believe you, but the guardian's clone just found me."
Archmage Modera said with a troubled expression.
"Medivine himself has left Azeroth for the Star Realm. Ms. Aegwynn can confirm that if we are entangled in this issue, we can end this conversation."
"I know, I know. If I could contact the teacher, I wouldn't be so distressed."
Modera's voice sharpened.
"So ma'am, what's bothering you?"
Carlos asked.
"Medivh showed me the future, and I...I was shaken."
Carlos did not interrupt Modera, but silently waited for Modera to recover from the shake. He never doubted the psychological control ability of an archmage.
"The orcs cannot be eliminated, so Medivh asked me to help Thrall and his tribe escape westward. This conflicts with your action to encircle and suppress the orcs in Arathi. Someone between you and Medivh is lying! You have... Wait, you The safe house in Lordaeron was used. You are not in Arathi, but you are in Lordaeron?"
Modera reacted suddenly.
"Forget the damn orcs, I don't have time to care about them anymore."
There was a hint of exhaustion in Carlos' tone.
"What happened is serious enough for you to say that your army will stay in Arathi while you go to Lordaeron alone."
Modera realized the seriousness of the problem at this time, and her magical illusion seemed to be more disturbed, and the distortion became more and more serious.
"Arthas surrendered, was arrested, and was caught in a conspiracy. It's up to anyone. He is now a member of the Lich King."
Suddenly, Modera's magical vision disappeared, and the communication device overloaded, emitting ominous white smoke and high heat.
Just when Carlos was disappointed, Modera's vision appeared again like a flashback.
"Meili Dongfeng, his old blind tailor shop in the Lower City!"
After saying this, Modera exploded.
Oh, no, it was Modera's teleportation device that exploded.
There was a solemn atmosphere. Although he had fallen into the realm of demigods, Carlos knew that the Lich King had begun to watch him.
Under this kind of gaze, I can't do anything at all. The whole picture on the opposite side is hung, and I have nothing to play with.
After all, Modera is not her mentor Aegwynn, nor is she the guardian Medivh, nor is she the bad guy Khadgar. It is impossible for a portal to teleport thousands of miles to Carlos.
But Modera gave her answer.
Merry Dongfeng, another person might not even know who he is.
But Carlos knew.
The key piece to break the game was found.
If it was Meri Dongfeng, there must be a way to block the Lich King's ubiquitous prying eyes.
But why is this dead skeleton in Lordaeron?
He shouldn't be in Elwynn Forest, right?
