Anomaly Of Warcraft

The magic world is tens of millions, Azeroth alone counts.

Why?

Because this is a low-civilized world of high magic.

This is a world shining with humanity and real gods.

This world has the Well of Eternity and the World Tree, and the gangsters next door are crying.

This "unique" world is so beautiful, isn't it worth our lives to defend and protect?

Suddenly, Carlos seemed to think of something.

Point of departure.

When did you forget your original dream?

When did you become a hero in the eyes of "others"?

What are you fighting for?

In the small room that Chromie left behind, Carlos racked his brains and found no valuable clues, so he focused on the room itself.

In this small fragment cut out of the real world independent of the flow of time, Carlos temporarily interrupted the contact with the world.

So, he suddenly found out.

I have become the kind of person who lives for the expectations of others.

A terrible idea just clicked through Carlos's psychological defense line - I was corrected by my personality.

This is something more terrifying than memory weaving.

Navarian talked about it. After being captured by Onyxia, Varian Wrynn was brainwashed by the Black Dragon Princess, but was accidentally separated by two people who were in conflict with each other, each having a part of his memory. Since then, Countess Prestor has taken control of the power of Stormwind.

The magic involved in this is memory weaving, which changes a person by modifying memory.

The personality modification is further and more terrifying.

What about enjoying the prosperity of the world in spring, summer, autumn and winter?

When did I start from a vulgar traverser who lived for his family and fought for himself to become a noble warrior of Azeroth?

It's not that such a change is bad, but Carlos can't completely recall his own mental journey in the process.

There was no hesitation, no struggle at all.

Simply taken for granted.

It's as if the will of the universe, which I often ridicule, wants you to do this.

Chromie left such a small piece of space fragments, just want me to find this?

The ghost knows!

The conditions are insufficient, nothing can be determined, but Carlos is already in a cold sweat.

The panic here lies in the denial of self.

Is the decision I made really my voluntarily made?

Am I living for myself?

It is even said that this room is actually a trap in itself, in order to disturb my mind.

Across the door, the war outside was on the verge of breaking out. He was in control of the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people. Carlos forced himself to calm down and prepare to meditate for the last time.

While he was exploring the mystery, Tirion Fording and others encountered a huge crisis.

Assassination from the Shadow Blade.

Alterac City's theoretical defense force is enough to crush the army that Carlos scribbled.

But theory is only theory after all. All the forces themselves face and disagree. With the help of Quel'Thalas' fleet, Carlos successfully concealed his strategic purpose and did not give his opponents time to make peace. There will be a situation where tens of thousands of people who are oppressed by thousands of people can't breathe.

Because Carlos's army knew who they should take orders from, the thoughts in Alterac were in confusion.

At this time, assassination became everyone's first choice.

Whether it is true or not, as long as "Carlos" is dead, then the problem is solved.

A very concise idea, isn't it? I can't solve the problem, so I kill the problem itself.

As a result, Tirion Fording and the others were a little embarrassed.

The tea is poisonous, there are knives in the shadows, the attendants are replaced by dragons, and joiners with ulterior motives lead the army to mutiny.

For a time, Carlos's camp was full of pills.

There were heart-piercing shouts everywhere, and the flames mixed with blood dripping, it seemed to be the end of the road.

Tirion Fording blasted the assassin's dog's head hidden in his shadow with a fist of holy light friendship, and then left the big tent with the big sword.

While angry, he was also a little relieved, because this sudden riot proved that what Carlos said was true.

Pulling up this army, of course, is the trust of Carlos, many people are also puzzled and jealous.

The orcs have been beaten away, where are the enemies?

Many people didn't talk about it, but privately regarded this action as an internal struggle for power in Alterac.

But the enemy in the shadows came and proved one thing.

That is, the enemies that Carlos said in a vain attempt to subvert the alliance are real.

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, those screaming and assassinations can't frighten the veterans who have experienced the flames of war.

Who do you think I am?

I'm Tirion Fording!

Carlos handed over the army to me, not for you to show off your prestige! ! !

Saidan Dathrohan had already taken people to suppress the rebellious troops. Tirion Fording met the tall dragonman head-on, and rushed up with a leap.

The means of creating chaos is nothing more than the tactics of blind G8 calling and arson and poisoning. Tirion Fording just listened to the voice and knew that the incoming enemy was just bluffing, and the number of people was not that large.

Therefore, he is ready to clean up the rebellion.

"General, the cavalry has rebelled, Commander Dathrohan is surrounded!"

Um?

Tirion was taken aback by the bruised messenger screaming.

Then instinctively felt wrong.

Not curious about Ymir's rebellion, but the general.

Because he was expelled from the Silver Hand and lost the title of Lord Hearthglen, everyone else in the team called him Lord Paladin or Lord Fording.

General...

Feeling something, Tirion pretended to be panicked and walked to the messenger.

"What's the situation, make it clear!"

But the Herald looked dying, and motioned for Tirion to put his ear over.

Fording did.

Therefore, when Tirion Fording held the wrist of the dragon man disguised as a herald, the claws of the dragon man were less than a centimeter away from his heart.

"Arrogant!"

Fording twisted the hilt of the sword, hitting the dragonman's face with a counterweight one after another, smashing the assassin out of the special effects of spring blossoms, deeply shocking the people around him.

"Holy light is on!"

Fording released his weapon and raised his hands high, the white beam of light went straight up into the sky, after the huge impact, the dragon man's transformation technique was cracked, and the users of the shadow power were stained with the mark of the holy light.

"Purge the troublemakers!"

Tirion Fording used this spell for the first time, and it was a bit expensive, and he forced his aura to issue a kill command.

This is the holy light spell developed by Carlos. It has an outstanding effect on shadow users. After clarifying who the enemy is, the chaos is contained, and the rest is killing.

Tirion Fording did not live up to Carlos's trust and stabilized the military with his keen insight and high strength.

And Carlos was still stuck in a puzzle and didn't find the answer.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn.

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