Roaring thunder, roaring flames, mountains collapsing, and rising against the waves.

This is the power of the demon god, this is the arrogance of Akmund.

When I come, the fate of this world is destined for destruction.

When I gaze, mortals are mad and afraid, and death will not help you escape.

Although behind all this is the impetus of Naozu, it is the conspiracy and calculation of Kilgardan.

But the Dark Gate, the Alliance's camp, tens of thousands of pairs of eyeshadows looked at the clouds of the northern chaos, feeling the tremors of the earth, and panic spreading.

"What about Carlos? What about Chromie? What about the others? What happened? ”

Turayan poured out the light in an attempt to save the warrior's life, but his torn body was corrupted by evil powers.

"The king said... The king said... Say ......"

"What did Carlos say?"

"Run, run."

"What about the Carlos? Answer me, what about others? ”

"Tulayan, calm down, calm down, he's dead."

Khadgar finished speaking, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"I mean the poor guy in your hands, he's dead."

"And one more, we must save him, we must know what happened!"

The two guys who suddenly appeared in the camp were both members of the group that set off with Carlos, followed by the vision of heaven and earth.

Something happened, but the Union did not know what was happening.

This situation is very bad.

Those who can speak can't be saved, and those who are in better condition fall into a deep coma.

Run, run, what terrible thing has happened, to escape.

Even if it's true, Carlos said this, is he asking his fellow people to escape, or is he asking the alliance to retreat through their mouths?

The information is insufficient, and it all depends on the brain, and Tulayan has one head and two big.

It's a pity that Carlos doesn't have time to think about Tulayan's feelings, because at this moment, he understands what it means to be embarrassed by capitalization.

In the sea of stars, a secluded half-dimensional space, sunshine, sand, waves, cacti, and an old rascal.

Medivan was working the blanket in a puppy style, unaware that there were more fare evaders on the side.

That one......

I say......

Arnold......

I'm going to be killed......

Carlos' brain was in a state of confusion at the moment.

One moment ago, he fought Hacksaw Ridge with Akmund, playing the trick of superheroes always escaping at the last second, and the next second he suddenly crossed from the B-movie scene to the A-movie scene.

My brain is a little messy, I'm not at home on a business trip, who should I think? Online, etc., urgently.

"Thank you."

Medivan spoke suddenly.

"No thanks."

Carlos answered casually.

"Even if it's an old man, being frightened at such a time will have a psychological shadow."

While explaining, Medivan accelerated his sprint, and then in the long moan of "Uh~~~~Ah~~~~~~", the astral mage lifted his pants and snapped his fingers, and the style of painting changed, and Carlos was already in the palatial living room.

"What happened?"

Carlos had not woken up from the dizziness caused by the impact of his worldview, and his IQ was offline.

"Interesting, really funny. Looks like you know who I am, and I don't have any impression of you. But, for your sake's sake, I'd argue you're a friend. Friends come and have a good drink. ”

Medivin snapped his fingers again, and the magic cutlery moved on its own, and the goblet filled with good wine flew into Carlos's hand on its own.

Drinking wine, Carlos repeatedly pursued the memory of the broken thread in the world of consciousness, and the real feeling came through the five senses.

It's not an illusion......

I'm not dreaming, and I don't have an out-of-body body.

"Chromie!!!!!! I'm ~~~~~~~~ Ganlin."

In a terrible wail, Carlos came back to his soul.

"Oh (one, two, three, four gradation)."

Medivan suddenly had a playful smile on his face.

"It seems that you are also a person with a story. So, can you introduce yourself, strange visitor? ”

"My surname is Ka, Ka Aotian's card ......"

Carlos suddenly punched himself in the face, and his brain was still messed up.

"Dear Guardian, I'm Carlos. Barov, King of Alterac, Generalissimo of the Alliance, a devout paladin. ”

"Guardian, how many years have you not heard this name...... Do you know me? Hey, I asked a stupid question, Carlos. Barov, the Barov family has always been a supporter of the Tirisfa Council, and it is not surprising that you have seen my portrait. ”

Medivan smiled self-deprecatingly, then took a sip, then put away his smile and asked solemnly in a slow tone.

"So, distinguished guest, can you answer me a question truthfully?"

"Excuse me."

Carlos straightened.

"How's Azeroth doing?"

"Huh?!"

Carlos didn't know where to start, and didn't even understand what Medivan meant.

"Well, change the question. Nesario ...... It's the king of the black dragon, is it okay? ”

"Chased by Ysera, Alexstrassa, and Malygos, and finally fell into the sea, his life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"That's right."

When Medivan asked, his attention was fixed on Carlos's face, and there was a feeling that he didn't really care about the answer to the question.

"Would you, then, distinguished guest, tell me your story for me, a bad old man?"

"I'm so stupid, I'm really ......"

Feeling sad, Carlos began to tell about his experience.

"Hahahahahaha

After listening to Carlos's story, Medivan laughed uncontrollably and was in a very happy mood.

In the midst of the deafening laughter, Carlos realized that he was so unguarded against a "stranger" person, almost a kind of closeness at the level of psychological suggestion.

Cold sweat covered his back, and Carlos was a little afraid.

This guy who looks like Medivan is outrageously strong under the calm surface.

"I think I know why."

"Uh, uh?"

"Didn't you just say that Akmund ended up using a psychic attack on you?"

"Yes."

"Well, in the same way, Chromie was also subjected to Akmund's mental attack. And it's clear that when you get rid of your evil thoughts, she's still struggling. ”

"It seems...... That is true. ”

Carlos recalls Cromi's performance at the time, as if it were like that.

"And why you're here with me, I probably know why."

"Please advise."

Carlos stood up respectfully and bowed.

"You almost didn't recover."

Medivan used intimidation as a starting hand.

"At that time, Chromie's will was fighting against Acmund's evil thoughts, and you asked her to help you use the teleportation item, and Akmund should have tried to manipulate Chromie to teleport you to the Twisted Void and teleport to it. You sabotaged Akmund's plan, but you nearly delivered yourself to it. Don't doubt it, the polluters definitely have that strength. ”

As soon as he spoke, Carlos' back tingled.

"As far as Chromie's magic attainments are concerned, there is no spare energy to help you calculate the coordinates or anything in the process of consciousness struggle. So she instinctively used ready-made. I left it on her back then. ”

Carlos understood every word Madison spoke, but couldn't understand what the words meant together.

"To put it simply, you were cheated by her, and you were saved by her."

"Shouldn't I say thank you to her?"

Carlos's resentment was about to flow out like substance.

"Not really. Let's be honest. Now the question is how do you get back. ”

"Well, isn't it easy for an astral mage like Your Excellency to send me back?"

Carlos had some bad premonitions.

"It's incredibly difficult."

Medivan shrugged his shoulders regretfully.

"I've been removed from the Great Barrier of Azeroth."