Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Those who think too much will not understand in their lifetime~~~~~ Because of love, love, life is not so exciting~~Ah~~Ah~~~~Ah~~~Huh~~~~Yeah~~ ~~~~"

Carlos hummed a song that he could not remember his name, and stood on the tower of Lordaeron's palace, looking down at the sentient beings, feeling inexplicably happy.

Sure enough, the wisdom of mortals.

Taking off himself and looking at Terenas' approach from the perspective of irrelevant interests, Carlos felt that he had benefited a lot.

This kind of touch brought by the master's micromanagement at close range is far from what "Thick Black School" or "Emperor's Heart" can teach.

What should you do when the problem is unsolvable?

Carlos imagined how he would reconcile the internal conflicts in the Kingdom of Lordaeron if he was in the position of the old father-in-law.

After thinking about it, in the end, you have to use a knife. The conflict of interests is too serious. If you don't kill, you can't suppress the voice of opposition.

But Terenas's hand, generous and generous, united everyone in an instant, it was really wonderful.

The most important thing is that a person who understands can understand but won't hide from it, and someone who doesn't understand thinks that he is taking a huge advantage.

This is a game where no one suffers.

Even if it was Varian, the victim who seemed to be the victim, there was actually no loss.

After all, the current Stormwind City is still a pile of rubble, with a pile of rewards that ghosts know when to implement, a destroyed kingdom is about to be revived.

It's really wonderful.

Carlos was blowing in the cool evening breeze, speculating on the old father-in-law's mind, and laughed out from time to time.

I really learned it.

After this move, I am afraid that the dominance of the alliance will be completely grasped by Terenas.

So next, I'm afraid it will be the beginning of internal fighting.

Gilneas, Alterac, Stromgarde... Kul Tiras was too small to be let go.

Carlos sorted out the memories in his mind and squeezed his fist secretly.

The opportunity to change the future is now.

The wisdom of mortals, Carlos considers himself a mortal.

Even with a lot of incredible knowledge, he is still a mortal.

Using the wisdom of mortals, Carlos sorted out the main points of the world line of the so-called "beautiful world" and tasted some flavors.

Azeroth slid into the abyss of destruction again and again, starting from the Well of Eternity.

First determine some basic concepts.

The Burning Legion is invincible, or that the Burning Legion cannot be defeated by the planet Azeroth.

The game is a game, and the situation of forcibly lowering the enemy's IQ for the sake of gameplay will not happen to you. The Burning Legion has an overwhelming advantage in terms of technological strength and military strength, and Sargeras' personal strength is even more desperate. One of the biggest reasons why the world of Azeroth survived was that Sargeras couldn't make it through.

Regardless of the reason, it is a fact that Sargeras and his Burning Legion did not make the world of Azeroth the main target of the Legion.

Otherwise, the tonnage is comparable to the quality of the star destroyer on the planet of Azeroth. You tell me how to fight this battle?

Surrender, Legion too -kun go here.

Secondly, the second greatest crisis of Azeroth, the ancient gods.

Why did the bronze dragon let the orcs into Azeroth, why did it condone the outbreak of undead natural disasters, and why there must be a Lich King?

In addition to the main reason for fighting the Burning Legion, it is to fight the ancient gods.

The establishment of the Scourge made Kil'jaeden abandon the plan to ride the face of the spacecraft, giving the world of Azeroth a chance to breathe, and the unexpected characteristics of the undead species also gave the bronze dragon a surprise. The undead natural disasters dominated by the evil demon king are immune to the blasphemous whispers of the ancient gods, the fatal corruption to the Titan creation, the spiritual pollution to the flesh and blood creatures, and the undead natural disasters are all ineffective.

This is great.

If you try to figure out their behavior from the perspective that the bronze dragons are all correct, it is not difficult to figure out the context of the entire world line.

However, the correctness of the bronze dragon is only relatively correct, otherwise there would be no Twilight of the Dragon, a Nozdormu incarnation after Ten Thousand Years, Mzdorno, to stop himself at that time.

Why does this happen?

Because the bronze dragon, or guarding the dragon army, is a native of Azeroth, even with the blessing of the Titan, it is still bound by Azeroth's gravitational circle.

Fighting the Burning Legion is the common responsibility and obligation of the entire cosmic civilization, or to put it bluntly, the obligation of the Pantheon Titans, not the obligation of Azeroth.

There is only one obligation for the creatures of Azeroth, to protect Azeroth, defend their world, and live.

I really think of myself as the savior, and there is no scum that will die.

After understanding this point, Carlos's thinking became extremely clear.

In a sense, there is no difference between Titans and demons. When facing Azeroth polluted by the ancient gods, the Pantheon is as deadly as the Burning Legion. There is also an observer Oro Garon in Ulduar.

So Naaru became the key to breaking the game.

There are also disagreements within Naaru, at least Adar and Clichy are not the same.

The Light Legion supported by Naaru is much gentler than the Pantheon of the Titans.

The battle against the Burning Legion may last for one Ten Thousand Years, or even several Ten Thousand Years, but the war against the ancient gods cannot be delayed.

Only by dealing with the ancient gods, the people of Azeroth are qualified to ask for help from the Pantheon, and are qualified to talk to the Titans, instead of ushering in the instruction of the planet to restart.

And to deal with the ancient gods, even the Titans have only two choices: imprisonment and blasting. On the contrary, Naaru is more reliable.

The next twenty years will be the last golden twenty years of Azeroth. Behind the clusters of flowers is the shadow of the ancient gods breaking the cage.

Therefore, the time that Carlos does his best to grab the world is very important.

Carlos was not interested in waiting for Orgrim to blow up the door, and then Ner'zhul sent Gromsh Hellscream to counterattack twice.

Carlos will get what he wants from Draenor this time.

So he can endure all kinds of excuses within the alliance now.

If you want to do well, you must first sharpen your tools. In order to unite your strengths, it's nothing if you are wronged.

Carlos suddenly thought of another himself, the leader of the so-called "Iron League".

It won't succeed, but it's lingering.

The seemingly effective resistance of the Iron and Steel Alliance is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

In the final analysis, isn't the so-called Iron Alliance another trumpet Burning Legion? However, this steel alliance did not deliberately compare to Sargeras' absolute dominance, and did not have the strength accumulated by the Burning Legion for countless years. When Sargeras really focused his attention on them, death had become a luxury.

Carlos was blowing the evening breeze and humming, thinking about these and not, finally waiting for the person he wanted to wait for.

"Big cousin..."

Varian stood up from the door anxiously, looked at Carlos a little entangled, and finally chose to pull closer.

"Don't blame me, it's good for you to alienate you, after I'm king, it will hurt you to get close to you."

Carlos didn't look back, still enjoying the cozy time that belonged only to him.

"I see……"

Varian's words were directly interrupted by Carlos.

"You don't understand, your throne, your kingdom, was returned by Sir Lothar with his life. So, hold your head up and pretend to be a king. When you pretend to believe it, you are a real king. ."

Carlos didn't mind pouring the poisonous chicken soup.

"I……"

"I didn't ask you to come to see you pretending to be pathetic, my little cousin. I asked you to come mainly to give you two pieces of advice."

Varian looked at Carlos anxiously.

"Please speak."

"First, stay away from the idiots under your hand. Only Terenas, my old father-in-law, Terenas Menethil II, can protect you. The Kingdom of Stormwind has not yet been restored, and those idiots have begun to protect you. Void interests will cause you trouble if you make a noise."

"I understand this."

Carlos turned his head and glanced at Varian from the side of the eye, then turned his head back, and continued to look at the night view of the lights.

"Secondly, don't look at what I said, but what I did. Even if it's because of Sir Lothar, I won't hurt you."

Carlos finished speaking, turned around and patted Varian on the shoulder, then walked down the rotating stone steps.

It feels good to be forced, even if it is the future supreme king, the son of a wolf, a gladiator with a five-character title, and Varian Wrynn is still an insecure child.

It doesn't matter whether he tells Terenas these words or not.

Because Carlos is ready to set foot on the most critical battlefield in his life.

Success, immortality, failure, enjoyment for decades.

No loss.

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