At the moment he touched the stele, Carlos's heartbeat slowed down.

Then nothing happened.

Carlos turned his head and looked at Sylvie suspiciously. Morgan.

"Close your eyes."

Sylvie said softly.

Well, turning his head and scanning the ancient writing on the stele, Carlos closed his eyes.

In an instant, a sense of weightlessness that turned around made Carlos shocked, and when he came back to his senses, Carlos found that he had become the world.

Non-God, Non-Holy, Extraordinary, Non-Spirit, this body is even the world, and the world is itself.

Me, Carlos. Barov is this stone monument.

I am all the history recorded by the stele.

To examine oneself is to look back at history.

Carlos was immersed in the pleasure of dominating everything.

The world is the Master, no need to conquer, no need to surrender, no need to defend, no need to plunder.

Even if it is a god, it's nothing more than that.

Although it felt so wonderful, Carlos quickly awoke from the pleasure brought by this false power.

Because this "world" is too small.

The starting point of history began with the Arathi League.

In that era, the ancestors still existed, the forest trolls were rampant, but they did not have the courage to act unscrupulously in the Arathi Highlands. Humans were scattered into countless tribes living freely on the land.

Then the elves came, and the guy who claimed to be the high elves came, bringing the covenant and magic.

Unlike modern human imagination, the integration of the Arathor Empire and the alliance with Quel'Thalas did not happen overnight.

Although the new humans were full of fear and yearning for magic, the ancestors did not care.

Moreover, the high elves are not a good thing. If the ancestors still exist and the strength still exists, there is no time for those arrogant pointed ears to negotiate friendship and covenants with weak humans.

On the one hand, it is the pressure of the trolls, and on the other hand, the pressure of the high elves. The ancestors believed that the days of unfettered humans were over, and it was time to regroup.

As a result, the various tribes sent their best representatives to conduct a test of strength and wisdom.

Thus, the earliest aristocracy was born.

Nobility comes from responsibility.

When the humans scattered throughout the Arathi Highlands gathered together, the overwhelming numerical advantage made the high elves stop bad thoughts and began to face the power of humans.

The war that determined Lordaeron's fate was prepared for a long time and ended quickly.

Later, everyone thought that the number of humans and the magic of elves overwhelmed the empire of trolls.

But the actual situation is that in front of the body of steel, the most powerful warrior of the troll can only end in hatred.

Many ancestors' bodies have begun to decay under the erosion of the long years. For the children's future, in the final battle, many ancestors did not intend to come back alive.

Thirteen thousand high elves, one hundred thousand humans, against three hundred thousand trolls, three hundred thousand Amani Empire.

The ancestors were less than six hundred people.

The war lasted one day and two nights.

In the face of the iron warrior and the torrent of magic, the troll was completely defeated, and the rule of the Amani Empire over Lordaeron was brought to an end.

Now that the union has been formed, how can it be split for no reason? In front of this stone monument, all human beings are allied in blood, and the Arathor Empire is formally established.

And the exhausted ancestors gradually faded out of the stage of history.

This is the origin of the "blood contract".

From the establishment of the empire to the time when Thoradin was in full control, Carlos saw the affection, friendship, and love of human beings, as well as the cunning, deceit and betrayal of human beings.

Because of their weakness, they hold together for warmth, and because of greed, they expand abroad.

Lordaeron is so blessed, the elves are in a corner, the trolls are powerless, and the vast world moves horizontally and horizontally with humans.

When the royal family could no longer control the high-ranking citizens of Stromgarde, the empire existed in name only.

Thoradin’s heirs were unwilling to be with the unruly courtiers, and were unwilling to intrigue in conflicts of interests, so they chose to go south.

The last living ancestor chose to walk with the children.

After a two-hundred-year migration, the humans who went south arrived in a unique place and named it Irvine.

After witnessing the repairs of Stormwind City, the last ancestor decided to pass away and live alone, waiting for his imminent death.

The children can already live independently, and the mission of the ancestors has been completed.

Just like treating awkward children, the ancestors cared about the division of the empire differently from the new humans. The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat, as long as humans prosper.

Thus, this stone tablet, this "blood contract" was taken away by the last ancestor.

Although his own death has been foreseen, the life of the Vrykul is still long.

For a whole hundred years, Yingli has continued to be weak, but it has not yet reached the moment of death.

In a secluded place in the Red Ridge Mountains, with the support of a small village, the last ancestor spent his old age in peace.

However, the civil war between the dwarves, although not related to Elwynn Forest or Stormwind, is related to the humans of the Redridge Mountains.

The black iron dwarves and the humans living in the Redridge Mountains maintain a basic friendship, but Thaurissan's ambition has brought the flames of war to the stable and peaceful Redridge Mountains.

In order to prepare for the unexpected, Yingli used her own appeal to gather the humans from thousands of miles nearby.

It's not my race, don't believe it all.

However, Yingli is not a god and cannot predict the coming disaster.

Even though all the preparations are the best, human beings are so small in front of the mighty power of the Flame Demon King.

The monstrous flame is no longer an adjective at this moment, only red and black are left in the world.

The red is the sky, and the black is the earth.

More than one hundred thousand human beings were taken their lives by the ruthless flames at the moment the disaster occurred, and many more creatures died in the disaster after the mutation.

And where Yingli is, he can see the King of the Balrog wielding his endless anger with the naked eye.

Unwilling, distressed, regretful, angry.

Even if the body of steel is barely defending itself in front of Burning Sky's anger and flames.

No one can be saved, no one can be spared.

Yingli looked around, only the scorched human-shaped remains, and the world was silent.

1 Luffy ran back to the village where he lived in seclusion, the burning world was only corpses.

Although the high temperature activated Yingli's body, it was depleting her little vitality.

When Sylvie was found in the stone room where the "blood contract" was kept, Yingli couldn't help crying.

No matter who it is, save this child!

In her cry, the burning sky seemed to clear down.

Yingli, whose life had come to an end, fell to her knees, turned her head hard, and saw her eyes as clear as moonlight.

Carlos's heart began to fluctuate.

This is a figure that the world cannot record. This is a beauty that cannot be described in words. This is a figure that cannot be desecrated with a statue. Under the gauze feather coat, there are a pair of compassionate eyes.

Elune!

The moon god once descended on the small mountain village where suffering occurred.

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