"Those who think too much will not understand in their lifetime~~~~~ because of love, so love, life is not so exciting~~hey~~sigh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Humming a song whose name he could no longer remember, Carlos stood on top of the tower of the palace of Lordaeron, looking down on the living beings, and was inexplicably happy.

Sure enough, the wisdom of mortals.

Taking himself off and looking at Terenus's approach from a perspective that has nothing to do with interests, Carlos has a feeling that he has benefited a lot.

This kind of touching brought by just looking at the master's micro-operation at close range is far from what "Thick Black Learning" or "Emperor's Heart Technique" can teach.

What do you do when there is no solution to the problem?

Carlos imagined how he would reconcile the internal contradictions of the kingdom of Lordaeron if he was in the position of his old father-in-law.

After thinking about it, in the end, the knife will be used after all, the confrontation of interests is too serious, and if you don't kill people, you can't suppress the opposition at all.

But Terenus's hand, generous to others, instantly united everyone, which is really wonderful.

The most important thing is that those who understand can see clearly but will not hide from talking, and those who can't understand think that they have taken a big advantage.

It's a game where no one loses.

Even Varian, who appears to be the victim, has nothing to lose.

After all, Stormwind is still a pile of rubble, and with a bunch of bounties that the devil knows when, a destroyed kingdom is about to be revived.

It's wonderful.

Carlos blew the cool evening breeze, speculating on the old father-in-law's thoughts, and laughed out loud from time to time.

It's really learned.

After this move, I am afraid that the dominance of the alliance will be completely seized by Terenus.

Then next, I'm afraid it will be the beginning of infighting.

Gilneth, Alterac, Fort Riptide ...... Kurtilas was too small and was let go.

Carlos sorted out the memories in his mind and secretly clenched his fists.

The opportunity to change the future is now.

The wisdom of mortals, Carlos considered himself a mortal as well.

Even with a lot of incredible knowledge, he is a mortal.

Using the wisdom of mortals, Carlos sorted out the main points of the so-called "wonderful world" and tasted some flavors.

Azeroth's slide into the abyss of destruction after destruction begins at the Well of Eternity.

Start by identifying a little basic concept.

The Burning Legion is invincible, or rather, the Burning Legion is not something that the planet Azeroth can defeat.

A game is a game, and forcibly lowering the enemy's IQ for the sake of gameplay does not happen to yourself. The Burning Legion has an overwhelming advantage in terms of scientific and technological strength and military strength, and Sargeras's personal strength is even more desperate. One of the biggest reasons why the world of Azeroth survived was that Sargeras couldn't get through.

Whatever the reason, it is a fact that Sargeras and his Burning Legion do not have the world of Azeroth as their primary target.

Otherwise, a Star Destroyer with a tonnage comparable to the mass of the planet Azeroth, you tell me how to fight this battle?

Surrender, Legion Taijun go here.

Secondly, the second of Azeroth's greatest crises, the Elder Gods.

Why did the Bronze Dragon let the Orcs into Azeroth, why did they condone the outbreak of the Undead Scourge, and why did there have to be a Lich King?

In addition to the main reason for fighting the Burning Legion, it is to fight against the Elder Gods.

The establishment of the Scourge Legion caused Kilgardan to abandon the plan of the spaceship to ride the face, giving the world of Azeroth a chance to breathe, and the unexpected characteristics of the undead species also gave the bronze dragon a surprise. The Undead Scourge dominated by the Demon King, immune to the blasphemous whispers of the Elder Gods, deadly corruption to the Titan's creations, spiritual contamination to flesh creatures, and ineffective against the Undead Scourge.

That's great.

If you look at their behavior from the perspective that the bronze dragons are correct, it is not difficult to figure out the context of the entire world line.

However, the correctness of the bronze dragon is only relatively correct, otherwise there would not be a dragon's twilight, 10,000 years later, Nozdom incarnated as Mzdonono to stop himself at that time.

Why is this happening?

Because the Bronze Dragon, or the Guardian Dragon Legion, is the native of Azeroth, and even with the blessing of the Titans, it is still bound by Azeroth's gravity circle.

Fighting the Burning Legion is a shared responsibility and obligation of the entire cosmic civilization, or to put it bluntly, the obligation of the Pantheon Titans, not the obligation of Azeroth.

The creatures of Azeroth have only one duty, to protect Azeroth, to defend their world, and to live.

If you really think of yourself as a savior, there will be no scum left that will die.

After thinking about this, Carlos's thinking was extremely clear.

In a sense, there is no difference between Titans and demons, and when it comes to Azeroth, which has been tainted by the Elder Gods, the Pantheon is just as deadly as the Burning Legion, and there is an Observer in Ulduar.

So Naru has become the key to breaking the game.

Naru is also divided internally, at least Adar and Krish are not all the same.

And the Holy Light Legion supported by Naru is far more moderate than the pantheon of the Titans.

The battle against the Burning Legion could last for 10,000 years, if not several thousand years, but the war against the Elder Gods is urgent.

Only by dealing with the Elder Gods will the people of Azeroth be eligible to ask the Pantheon for help and talk to the Titans, rather than ushering in the order of the planet to restart.

And to deal with the ancient gods, even the Titans only have two choices: imprisonment and explosion. On the contrary, Naru's side is a little more reliable.

The next twenty years are the last golden years of Azeroth, and behind the flowers, the shadow of the Elder Gods breaking through their cages.

Therefore, Carlos tried his best to grab the time for the world, which is crucial.

Carlos has no interest in waiting for Orgrim to blow up the goal, and then Naozu sends Gromsh. Hellroar second counterattack.

Carlos is going to get what he wants from Draenor this time.

So he can endure all kinds of prevarication within the alliance now.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, in order to unite your strength, what is it to be wronged.

Carlos suddenly thought of his alter ego, the leader of the so-called "Iron Alliance".

It's not going to work, it's just a matter of breathing.

The seemingly effective resistance of the Iron Alliance is nothing more than a drink to quench thirst.

After all, isn't the so-called Iron Alliance, another trumpet of the Burning Legion? However, this alliance of steel is not deliberately comparable to the absolute dominance of Sargeras, nor the strength that the Burning Legion has accumulated over the countless years. By the time Sargeras really focused his attention on them, death had become a luxury.

Carlos hummed a song in the evening breeze, thinking about what he had and didn't have, and finally waited for the person he wanted to wait.

"Big Cousin......"

Varian stood up from the doorway uneasily, looking at Carlos with some confusion, and finally chose to pull closer.

"Don't blame me, it's good for you to be estranged, and after I become king, it will hurt you to get close to you."

Carlos didn't look back, still enjoying his own time.

"I understand ......"

Varian's words were directly interrupted by Carlos.

"You don't understand that your throne, your kingdom, was bought back with his life by Sir Lothar. So, hold your head high, pretend to be a king, and when you pretend to believe in yourself, you are a real king. ”

Carlos didn't mind pouring poisonous chicken soup.

"I ......"

"I didn't call you here to see you pretend to be pitiful, my little cousin. I have called you here mainly to give you two pieces of advice. ”

Varian looked at Carlos with some uneasiness.

"Speak, please."

"First, stay away from your idiots, the only one who can protect you is Terenus, my old father-in-law. Minecil II. The kingdom of Stormwind has not yet been restored, and those fools have already begun to make trouble for illusory interests, and will harm you. ”

"I understand this."

Carlos turned his head to glance at Varian, then turned his head back to continue looking at the night scene.

"Second, don't look at what I say, look at what I do. Even if it's because of Sir Lothar, I won't hurt you. ”

With that, Carlos turned around and patted Varian on the shoulder, and walked down the spiral stone steps.

It feels so good to pretend to be forced, even if it's the future High King, the son of the wolf, and the gladiator with the five-word title, Varian. Ureon is still an insecure child.

It didn't matter if he told Tyrenus these words or not.

Because Carlos is ready to embark on the most crucial battlefield of his life.

Succeeded, immortalized, failed, enjoyed for decades.

No loss.