Anomaly Of Warcraft

As far as magic is concerned, the high elves have always been human mentors, and no one can erase this.

Not only the accumulation of time, but also the gap of talent.

Even the sorcerer's magic research is the same.

The most straightforward manifestation is that the top magic genius among mankind, the limit that can be achieved is only as good as the elves.

The wizarding world of the Alliance has decayed. This is Carlos's intuitive feeling about the subsequent development of the event in the Sorcerer's Hall.

There is nothing new under the sun, and the vast majority of warlocks who surrender to the path of shadows are not ordinary people who don't know anything about magic, but wizards who have already embarked on the path of magic.

In other words, those mages who don't have enough magic talents.

In the magical world, there is no fairness, and there is not much to gain. Talent is far more important than hard work.

But the reality is that humans are not the darlings of magic. There are not many people who possess magic talents, and those with awe-inspiring talents are even rarer. Most magic apprentices are only a low-level mage in their lifetime.

This is the reality of the Arcane Road, and this is the magical ecological environment of Dalaran.

But the Warlock is different, and the Path of Shadows is really different.

No matter how hard you work, you get a reward. If you lose your trade with the devil, you are incompetent. If you are deceived, you are ignorant. Once you succeed, you can enjoy your power.

This temptation has caused many wizards who have fallen into the bottleneck period to turn their eyes to the shadow spell, and then step by step from the wizard to the sorcerer.

There is no difference from the past, many of these sorcerers are themselves Dalaran's sorcerers.

I caught three female warlocks, and only God knows how many gangsters are involved.

Stratholme was shocked by a small warlock case that shocked Dalaran.

But this has nothing to do with Carlos, and he doesn't even have much prejudice against the warlock himself.

Power itself is not terrible, but its owner is terrifying.

This sentence is valid for all living beings.

The shadow itself is not terrible, the terrible thing is that ignorant humans want to compete with the void demons in the way of shadows.

Ten years of sacrifice is obviously not enough, although the sorcerers have accumulated a lot of demonology in the process of dealing with the devil, and they have more understanding of the magic of the sorcerer when using the power of shadow.

But not enough, far from enough.

Human beings may magnify that, the warlocks of Azeroth, at this moment, are still just the playthings of the Burning Legion, and are potential servants of Eredar.

Only by paying enough blood and bones can the warlocks justify themselves.

Until then, just obediently pay the price for your ignorance.

This is Carlos' current attitude towards Warlocks.

Neither encouragement nor oppression, I hit one by one when I hit my hand.

Revisiting the old places, things are different, and after the freshness at the beginning, Carlos stayed behind closed doors and cultivated with peace of mind.

I may be tired!

I always feel that I have forgotten something for no reason. Isn’t it a sign of exhaustion?

After thinking about it, Carlos felt that his body was so good that it could only be caused by mental fatigue.

Well, yes, that's it.

So after calming down and recuperating for two days, Sora found the door that night and took him around the streets of Stratholme for most of the night before rushing to Stratholme Cathedral at dawn.

"That's how you arranged it?"

"The most normal is also the safest and least visible."

"I, a tall man, you, the high elf. Are you messing up?"

"Don't worry, it's all arranged."

"I can rest assured that I ask you why!"

Sola's so-called arrangement is a blessing ceremony once a week.

Although the night has not faded, the dawn is eager to emerge, and when the skyline is slightly white, the square outside Stratholme Cathedral is already sparsely standing or sitting on hundreds of people.

These are the first believers waiting to be baptized.

And Sola told Carlos that after walking in the process, he would naturally see Alonthos Faor.

Although it feels trivial, there is a calm heart under Sola's crazy appearance.

Carlos chose to believe her.

Sure enough, Alonthos Faor, who was already old, just showed his face at the blessing ceremony and then left the venue to rest. Another archbishop then presided over, while Carlos was quietly accepted into a dark room.

"It's really you! Good, good!"

When Alonthos Faor saw the person coming, he couldn't help but tears, and he held Carlos's arm and said with emotion.

For a time, Carlos said a thousand words, but couldn't say it.

In this world, there are still people who remember me.

An unfounded sense of satisfaction warmed Carlos's heart, so he immediately remembered the severity of the situation.

As a result, Carlos put down the nostalgic thoughts and expounded the curse of the sect in a brief and concise manner.

"this……"

Listening to Carlos's explanation, Alonthos Fao fell into a huge shock.

"Sorry for involving you."

Carlos's apology is sincere.

Because he could tell that Alonthos Faor was dead soon.

The exhaustion of oil and the dryness of the lamp are the true manifestation of the archbishop at this moment.

Established the Knights of the Silver Hand to run for the Second Orc War. At that time, Alonthos Faor was more than 50 years old. More than ten years have passed. Faor, who is nearly old, waits quietly in glory and satisfaction. Eternal sleep.

He has no regrets in his life. He has been struggling for his ideals and career all his life and witnessing the results of the civilisation of the seeds he planted. Is there anything happier than this?

So Faor is not afraid of death, but spends every day alive happily and calmly.

Telling him about the cursed sect is actually tantamount to accelerating the burning of the last life of this respectable old man.

But Carlos had no choice.

Because apart from Alonthos Faor, he could not find a helping hand.

Azeroth's dilemma is simple to say, but in fact it is a ring with a ring. It is not difficult to initiate a holy war simply and rudely, based on Carlos's current strength. But for a maimed Lordaeron, wouldn't he still have to follow the old path where there must be a Lich King?

The cursed sect is still in a state of being ready to go, and it is also the strongest and the weakest state.

Powerful because no one else knows their terribleness except Carlos.

Weakness is because they don't know how strong they are, and all their organizations are hidden.

At this time, as long as the organization of the cursed sect is cut off accurately, a catastrophic disaster can be eliminated.

And to target the cursed sect, the alliance that has been infiltrated into a sieve cannot be counted on. The only reliable one is the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Although the Knights of the Silver Hand are more like a regiment of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, private soldiers under the hands of his old father-in-law, Alonthos Faor is the head of the Knights in name. It is Silver. The real words of the hands of people.

As long as Faor mobilizes the Silver Hand to assist him, Carlos will be able to return to Alterac calmly and carry out a major purge. After the cursed sect that has infiltrated Alterac is cleaned, he can truly make his own voice.

You can tell the residents of Azeroth that I, Carlos Barov, are back.

However, Faor thought about it for a moment and told Carlos a bad news.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, I'm afraid I can't help you. Just last month, I had surrendered the position of the head of the commander to Uther. Now he is the person in charge of the Silver Hand, and I no longer have the right to command. Knights."

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