"I can't answer that question for you. But I can give you some inspiration from a different angle. Knowledge is power. ”

In the face of the astral mage Medivan, if he doesn't communicate and discuss, he will be struck by lightning.

So Carlos asked the most perplexing question of his moment———— what is the nature of power.

Instead of reading a few books of knights or the pretending of the Immortal Liukou Hu faction in his previous life, Carlos really encountered a bottleneck and touched the glass ceiling.

What is the essence of power, and if this puzzle is not solved, the knight king of Alterac can only be a mortal king, a big ant on a chessboard.

Carlos feels like the fly in the glass bottle of legend, with a bright future ahead of him, but he can't find a way out.

Dissecting himself carefully, Carlos is well aware of the "power" in his hands.

The strong body under the unremitting training for a long time, the superb martial arts achieved through the thousands of tempers and life and death, the worldview, outlook on life and values accumulated before and after more than 50 years, and the power of the Holy Light.

In this life, Carlos worked very hard, so that before the age of thirty, he stood at the peak of human force.

In good conscience, in this era, Carlos is already the first person in Lordaeron to single-handedly take on Lordaeron, even if the former teacher Saidan. Da Sohan was also unable to suppress his former student in terms of technique, and his body was younger and stronger, and Carlos was confident that he would kill Saidan in three moves. Da Sohan.

Uther?

Although Carlos considers himself inferior to Uther in terms of the storage of holy light, but in terms of the use of holy light, Carlos is not aimed at anyone, and everyone in the Silver Hand is spicy chicken.

At least when Carlos was thinking about discussing life with Naru, none of the other original paladins had even been able to fully replicate Carlos's moves.

The gap was so great that Carlos couldn't even get inspiration from communicating with them.

The gap is too big, and Carlos, such a powerful human king, is still overwhelmed by extraordinary creatures.

For example, Chromie, to be fair, Carlos knows that he is no match for Chromie in his prime.

Not to mention the great dragon kings, they are even more afraid of Akmund.

In the battle of the ceremonial arena, Carlos did not so much defeat Akmund as Carlos escaped from Akmund.

To be clear, Akmund was separated by a void rift that threatened Draenor, with a physical distance of tens of billions of light-years in the middle, a time span of thousands of years, and a difference of several dimensions.

To put it bluntly, Akmund beat Carlos along the network cable, and in the middle of the process, he also repaired the router that was always disconnected.

Extraordinary boss, terrifying.

If he wants to be a rich man, Carlos can already enjoy the rest of his life in peace.

But if he wants to pursue something, Carlos must break through that shackle.

It was also a departure point for Carlos to go to Draeno.

People who are confused by the image of the good old man of Veron will not notice that standing in front of them is an old monster thousands of years old, a former strongest warlock who has sealed his shadow power, a real powerhouse.

And such a strong man has chosen the path of holy light, which can already explain a lot of problems.

However, the lost harvest of Sangyu, no matter how awesome Velun is, Nalu is IMBA, and Medivan is not bad.

This Medivan in front of her is not the puppet who was stabbed to death in Azeroth.

The astral mage in front of him is already that old rascal who is rampant in the multiverse!

To put it bluntly, Medivan has regained his strength and is more awesome than ever.

"Knowledge is power, you will not be unfamiliar with this sentence, the mage of Dalaran often repeats. But I'm not trying to tell you some cliché tunes, but I'm going to tell you the hidden meaning behind this sentence. ”

Medivan stroked his mustache, paused for a moment, and then continued.

"Knowledge is power, but power is not knowledge itself. Dead reading is useless, and knowledge is useless without the strong strength of the user itself. ”

Mediven paused again, observing Carlos and giving him time to think.

"Without the Light, is the method of using the Light you have mastered useful?"

"Nope."

"Can you deny your knowledge of how to use the Light?"

"I can't."

"So you didn't go wrong on the path you chose! Naru, Naru is where you go. ”

"But ......"

"But you're still wrong."

"Huh?"

"What you need is not Naru's knowledge, it's Naru itself."

Deafening and beating the drum without a heavy hammer, Carlos understood what Medivin meant, and he had fallen into the wrong place of thinking before.

As the ultimate beings of the Holy Light, what is strong about Naru is not their perception of the Light and their affinity for the Light, but that they are the Light themselves.

Their very existence is a reminder of the way forward for other users of the Light.

"You ......"

Carlos asked in a trembling tone.

"That's right, I'm not a pure human anymore, it's not a long-standing habit, so I maintain the appearance of a human being."

The conversation between the wise men, the guidance of the elders on the back, Carlos fell into a long silence after receiving a clear answer.

Carlos actually had a subconscious understanding of the answer, but was reluctant to think deeply, and Medivin punctured this beautiful soap bubble.

That is the perception of "people".

Carlos, deep down, is afraid of the "inhuman".

There are not too many Titan relics in Azeroth, what Thunderbolt Heart, Ancient Blood, and even the Origin Furnace, it is really not difficult to obtain "power".

But taking shortcuts and relying on foreign objects, am I still me?

When the time comes, will it be my "power" or my "thinking" that will govern it?

However, after going around in a circle, Medivin punctured this question that Carlos deliberately avoided in a few words.

"You can see that you are a patriot and fighting to the death for the future of Azeroth. So I don't mind giving you the best help I can. ”

Medivan picked up his glass and got up from the main seat, walked to the seat near Carlos and sat down, and continued in a low voice.

"The world is full of dangers, Azeroth faces endless threats, the Burning Legion is immortal, and the Elder Gods are immortal and intriguing. However, I have the heart to kill the enemy and have no power to return to the sky, and leaving a few clones in Karazhan is already the limit of what I can do. ”

Carlos subconsciously clinked glasses with Medivan and took a sip.

"But heaven will not die for me Azeroth, Elune has sent you to me."

Carlos looked up and stared at Medivan with the eyes of a god-looking stick.

I'm sorry forgot, but you're a god.

"I have an idea, would you like to hear it?"

Medivan whispered softly.

"Can you arrange a bed for me, I'm too tired."

Carlos smiled innocently.

What's the difference between this TMD "and have you ever heard of Amway", I believe in your evil.