Anomaly Of Warcraft

"I don't know if you have heard the word, the cost of trust."

After a few days of rest, Carlos enjoyed the top hospitality in Medivh’s half plane except XXOO.

The servants of more than fifty races provide life services for the astral masters, and the diet and daily life are all exquisite and exquisite.

The rich collection of books in the Astral Master's library made Carlos an eye-opener and lingered.

There are countless books that are worth even a few words for the wizards of Azeroth, and the knowledge contained in them is also beneficial to Carlos as a paladin.

In this way, Carlos, who wandered in the ocean of knowledge and forgot about the passage of time, was invited to the reception room again by Medivh, and he heard these words.

"Uh... I haven't heard of it."

Since Carlos remembered about Medivh, it always feels weird to see Medivh again.

"The cornerstone of human interaction is trust, and this trust is risky, and the difference between the gains and losses it brings is the cost of trust."

"for example?"

"I help you return to Azeroth. You can in turn help me achieve some goals. However, you can also ignore my help to you after returning, so that I spent a lot of manpower and material resources and more precious time without Income. This is the cost of my trust in you. Similarly, you can accept my help, but you also face the consequences that I may deceive you. This is your cost of trust on this side."

"Yes."

"The current situation is that we are also from Azeroth, and cultural consensus is the basis of our trust."

"That's it."

"You know who I am, and you have a certain understanding of me. Although I don't know the bottom line about you, from observation these days, I think you are a trustworthy person."

"thanks."

He said thank you, but Carlos felt something was wrong.

However, Medivh, who is wise, is indeed very charming, and Carlos talked with him without the slightest disgust.

"So the problem we are facing now is how to seek common ground while reserving differences."

Medivh paused for a moment to give Carlos time to organize his thoughts.

"From the result point of view, you actually have no more choices, because although you have a certain degree of magical attainments, astral travel has never been a paladin's specialty, so from the result point of view, if you want to leave here, you can't get around. My help."

Carlos thought for a while and nodded silently.

"You can admit it, it's very good. And I don't mind helping you."

Medivh was afraid that his words were a little aggressive, so he patted his palms, the magic bottle and glass automatically operated, and the scented wine came to his hand.

"But the actual situation is that it is really difficult to return to Azeroth."

Medivh took the initiative to touch the glass with Carlos, and then drank it.

"Could you explain that?"

Carlos drank it and made a listening gesture.

"Because of the Great Enchantment of Azeroth. Let me think about how to explain this fact in words you can understand."

Medivh said this, falling into a brief contemplation.

"A person's life is actually very short. For example, my mother. For you, the legendary Archmage Aegwynn has lived for more than 800 years, and he has a long life, right?"

"Yes, except for elves, most creatures have a life span of about a hundred years, and humans are even shorter."

"Do you know how long I have lived?"

"Um?"

Carlos didn't quite understand the meaning of Medivh's words.

"According to the passage of time in Azeroth, I have lived more than three thousand years old. Probably, four thousand years old is also possible. Losing the contrast, I can only roughly estimate."

"!!!"

Carlos suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Time and space are never separated. It's like going from Stormwind City to Ironforge. You have to walk for two months, and I use teleport spells to swish there. It's not just those thousands of miles involved. There are still two months to go. In Azeroth, or on the planet, this kind of problem is still not obvious, and it is more or less ignored. But in the universe, on the astral shuttle, this The problem is very crucial."

Medivh paused again, giving Carlos time to think.

"Then, go back to the Great Enchantment of Azeroth that I said before. That thing is just a guess. The wizards of Dalaran have studied for hundreds of years and haven't confirmed that it really exists. But when I left Ai Xerath, after gaining power among the stars, actually touched it."

"What kind of existence is it...?"

Carlos was half cold.

"It's very complicated and very difficult to explain. But for me, it blocked my positioning. I can even operate the clone in Karazhan to do some things, and I can clearly sense that some of the handwriting I left behind are still there. Normal operation. But I, the me in front of you, can't go back."

What Medivh said was very mysterious, but Carlos felt he understood it.

"If I forcibly open a portal and return to Azeroth, the entire planet will fight back against me. This is a very troublesome thing."

"Then you didn't try to open a door on the periphery of the planet, and then airborne in orbit? Vacuum or something will not affect you."

Carlos asked with a fluke.

"Don't make trouble, the periphery of the planet? What position do I take? The difference is a distance of hundreds of thousands of millions of kilometers. Even the Burning Legion can't do things, I don't dare to be so arrogant that I think I am more powerful than Sargeras. You must know that the fallen Titan needs to use the Well of Eternity to open the portal."

Medivh seemed to feel that ridiculing a paladin could not gain the superiority in IQ, and quickly reduced the expression on his face.

"So, can you open a portal to Draenor? I can go home through the Dark Portal."

Carlos asked.

"A great idea. In theory, this is indeed the best solution at present. But I have to tell you bad news, even if I opened the Dark Portal to connect Azeroth and Draenor, but myself , I’ve never been to Draenor, and there are no beacons related to Draenor. Although theoretically extracting your memory, it’s not impossible to convert coordinates based on the Draenor starry sky in your memory. But...that needs more than that. Thirty years’ time. It’s still working efficiency under ideal conditions."

Hearing this, Carlos had already understood what Medivh meant.

Time and space never exist independently. Medivh has a way to send himself back to Azeroth, but there is no way to send himself back to Azeroth at the "right time".

"The more troublesome thing is the time flow, which is the time flow controlled by the bronze dragon. That thing is too troublesome to explain, I will tell you the result directly. If there is no suitable entry point, blindly send you back, you are very You may lose the identity of [person], and all the timelines of you will collapse from the same existence."

"What will happen then?"

"I don't know, I don't think there will be any good results."

"Sorry, my knowledge reserve cannot support my reasoning and imagination."

Carlos felt a little big head.

At this moment, Carlos hadn't noticed that he had been pulled into the realm of Xueba by Medivh, and he had been stunned.

To put it simply, the Carlos human flesh CPU forcibly calculates the overloaded data, and its function plummets.

"So, back to the original topic, the topic of the cost of trust. I can help return to the correct Azeroth, but I will also pay a high price. Then can you tell me how can I make sure you don’t I’ll miss the appointment, and it’s when I can’t hold you accountable.”

Medivh looked indifferent and spoke very caring words.

"Well, maybe, we can sign a magic contract, a contract to seal the soul?"

Carlos thought for a while, and offered the result Medivh wanted for a long circle.

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