There are thousands of wizarding worlds, and Azeroth counts alone.

Why?

Because this is a low-civilization high-magic world.

It is a world that shines with humanity and true gods.

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

This "unique" world is so beautiful that it is not worth our lives to defend and protect?

Suddenly, Carlos seemed to think of something.

Starting point.

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

In this small fragment that has been cut out of the real world and independent of the flow of time, Carlos temporarily breaks off his connection with the world.

So, he suddenly found out.

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

A terrible thought almost pierced Carlos' mental defenses———— and I was tempered by my personality.

It's something scarier than memory weaving.

Speaking of Navarian, after being captured by Onexia, Varian. Ureon was brainwashed by the Black Dragon Princess, but was accidentally separated into two people with personality conflicts, each with a part of his memory. From then on, Countess Presto took control of Stormwind.

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

Personality modification goes even further and is more terrifying.

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

When did he go from a vulgar time-traveler who lived for his family and fought for himself to a noble warrior of Azeroth?

It's not that this transformation is bad, it's just that Carlos can't recall his own journey at all in the process.

There was not a hint of hesitation, nor a little struggle.

It's just a matter of course.

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

Chromie left behind such a small piece of space debris, just wanted me to discover this?

Hell knows!

The conditions are insufficient, nothing can be determined, but Carlos has a cold sweat on his back.

The horror lies in self-denial.

Was the decision I made really voluntary?

Am I living for myself?

It is even said that the room itself is actually a trap to disturb my mind.

With a war on the verge of breaking out outside, and tens of thousands of lives and deaths in his hands, Carlos forced himself to calm down and prepare for one last meditation.

While he was exploring the mysteries, Tirio. Fording and others encountered a huge crisis.

An assassination from the Shadow Blade.

Alterac City's theoretical defenses are strong enough to crush the army that Carlos has scrawled up.

But theory is only theory after all, the forces themselves are at odds with each other, and with the help of Quel'Thalas's fleet, Carlos successfully concealed his strategic purpose, and did not give his opponents time to make peace, so there is a situation where tens of thousands of people are now oppressed by thousands of people who are out of breath.

Because Carlos's army knew who they were to do, and the city of Alterac was in turmoil.

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

True or not, as long as "Carlos" is dead, then the problem is solved.

It's a very concise idea, isn't it, I can't solve the problem, I kill the problem itself.

So, Tirio. Ferding and the others were a little embarrassed.

The tea was poisonous, there were knives in the shadows, the attendants were replaced by dragonmen, and the joiners with ulterior motives led the army to mutiny.

For a time, the scene of pills in the Carlos camp was a sight.

Heart-rending shouts were everywhere, and the firelight was mixed with blood, and it seemed that the end of the road was exhausted.

Tirio. Ferdin's Friendship Fist blasted the Assassin's head hidden in his shadow with a blow to the dog's head, and then left the tent with his sword.

Annoyed, he was also somewhat relieved, because the sudden riot proved that Carlos was telling the truth.

Pulling this army is certainly a trust in Carlos, but many people are also suspicious and suspicious.

The orcs have all run away, where are the enemies?

Many people don't say anything about it, but privately they see this action as a power struggle within Alterac.

But the enemy in the shadows has come and proved one thing.

That is, the enemy that Carlos said was trying to subvert the alliance was real.

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, those howls and assassinations cannot frighten veterans who have experienced war.

Who do you think I am?

I'm Tirio. Fordin!

Carlos has given me the army, not for you to use it to show your might!!

Sedan. Dasohan had already led people to suppress the rebellious troops, Tirio. Ferding meets the tall dragonman head-on, and rushes up with a jump.

The means of creating chaos are none other than blind G8 screaming and setting fire to poison, Tirio. Just by listening to the voice, Ferding knew that the incoming enemy was just bluffing, and the number was not large.

So, he prepared to put out the rebellion.

"General, the cavalry has mutinied, and Commander Dasuohan is encircled!"

Well?

Tirio was startled by the screams of a scarred herald.

Then I instinctively felt that something was wrong.

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

Because he was removed by the Silver Hand and lost his title as Lord of Hearthvale, the rest of the party called himself Lord Paladin or Lord Fordin.

Checkmate......

Feeling something, Tirio pretended to be panicked and walked up to the herald.

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

But the herald looked dying and motioned for Tirio to lean his ear over.

Fording did so.

So, when Tirio. When Fording gripped the wrist of the dragonman disguised as a herald, the dragonman's claws were less than a centimeter away from his heart.

"Arrogance!"

Ferding twisted the hilt of his sword and smashed it into the dragonman's face with a counterweight, smashing the assassin into a spring effect that deeply shocked the people around him.

"The Light is above!"

Furding let go of his weapon and raised his hands high, and the white beam of light soared into the sky, and after a massive impact, the dragonman's transfiguration was cracked, and the wielder of the shadow power was stained with the mark of holy light.

"Purge the troublemakers!"

Tirio. The first time Ferding used this spell, the consumption was a bit large, and he forcibly held on to his aura and issued a must-kill command.

This is a holy light spell developed by Carlos, which is very effective for the users of the shadows, and after it is clear who the enemy is, the chaos is contained, and all that remains is to kill.

Tirio. Fording lived up to Carlos's trust and stabilized the morale of the army with his keen insight and high strength.

Carlos, on the other hand, is still stuck in the puzzle and has not found the answer.

At this point, it was almost dawn.