What is right and what is wrong cannot be separated from success or failure.

Chromie's body was on the verge of collapse, and the battle with the invisible had directly damaged the root of its existence.

But it doesn't regret it.

The civilization of Azeroth has only been more than 30,000 years since its origins.

Although Chromie has not read the Tao Te Ching, and cannot speak such highly refined language as the beginning of the nameless and the mother of all things, he has felt the essence of it with his body.

All material forms of life have their innate defects, which are determined by the nature of matter, whether it is the root cause or the original sin, it is no problem.

Just like steel, though hard, is afraid of oxidation, and trees are luxuriant, but they are afraid of wildfires.

Precisely because it is not omniscient and omnipotent, all tangible beings are empiricists, and can only speculate from the known to the unknown.

The most classic example is a blind man touching an elephant.

For things that cannot be understood, we can only use things that can be understood to deform the imagination.

It's certainly a great idea, a very second approach, and an important trick to understanding the world.

But that's just what "you" think you understand, not the thing itself.

So Chromie couldn't tell Carlos in words what he had found and what he wanted to tell him.

Because Carlos simply doesn't understand.

Carlos should have been able to understand that this is what makes him special.

After pondering, Chromie cautiously looked up at the sky, as if he understood something.

Only ...... can do this

And the only one who can fight against it is the Elder God on the planet Azeroth.

The only way to tell Carlos the truth is through the whispers of the Elder Gods.

So even if he knew that there was an abyss ahead, Chromie jumped without hesitation.

After knowing the truth, life and death have long been insignificant.

I've pinned all my hopes on you.

At this moment, although the root of Chromie's existence has almost been destroyed, his ability is so powerful that it transcends the setting of the bronze dragon.

For example, it directly affected Nesario's mind from the level of fate, causing him to venture from the Deep Rock Continent where he was lurking in suspended animation to Alterac.

One last attempt to burn sanity.

Quel'Thalas' fleet was ready, Carlos had recruited an army in place, and two thousand trolls had been ordered to cross the Alterac Mountains a month earlier to join them.

And the defenders at key points outside the city also received orders from the Grand Duke Regent to strictly guard the garrison.

In the foggy early morning, the king of Alterac prepared to attack his capital.

"Father? How do you !! ”

Nefarian looked at the man who pushed open the door to his room in surprise, speechless.

Whether it is Nefarian or Nesario, they are not bad people who repay their grievances with virtue, what Carlos did in the original battle of Black Rock Mountain, more than ten years is enough time for the Black Dragon Legion to check it out.

And Alterac, who has lost his king, is a delicious piece of cake in the eyes of the black dragon.

In other words, it is precisely because of Carlos's disappearance that the Black Dragon Legion did not directly retaliate against the human kingdom of Alterac, but managed to infiltrate and use it.

In charge of all this is none other than Nefarian, the prince of the black dragon.

So for his father's arrival, the Black Dragon Prince was surprised.

"That Carlos. Barov is back. ”

Nesario said lightly.

"Do you need to call up the Legion?"

Fearing his father's might, Nefarian inquired cautiously.

It's only been a few years, and my father has become stronger and stronger.

The more the Black Dragon Prince, who once delusionally wanted to surpass his father Nesario, progressed, the more he found himself and his father.

It was an impassable mountain sea.

"No, you can deal with it yourself, I came this time, just to see, don't expose my existence."

With that, Nesario sat down in the seat that had previously belonged only to his son Nefarian, motionless like a sculpture.

Seeing that his father had no more instructions, Nefarian left "his own" room.

There must be something going on that that I don't know about, and I need to find out.

Thinking so, Nefarian directly used magic to transform his clothes and went to the palace.

The soldiers guarding the palace stood respectfully, their axes slamming to the ground, their armor and weapons making a crisp sound, saluting Count Presto, the current fiery minister.

Nesario, the King of the Black Dragons, is proficient in enchanting spells, and his enchanting spells are so effective against mortal species that they are close to personality modification.

As the eldest son of the Black Dragon King, Nefarian was also proficient in charm spells, and although not as exaggerated as his father, he was just as effective.

At least no one in the whole of Alterac was surprised by the form of Presto.

Even Alex, who learned from his son that "the Presto family is equivalent to a black dragon". Grand Duke of Barov Regent.

"Victor, is there anything wrong with asking to see you so early?"

The Grand Duke Regent's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was greasy, and it was clear that he had not slept all night.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere in the city."

"Did you hear anything?"

In response to Nefarian's claim, Alex asked rhetorically.

Old stuff!

Nefarian resisted the fact that he let go of a few mages hiding in the shadows, and then directly confronted Alex. Barov carried out the impulse of brainwashing, thought for a moment and then replied.

"Those nobles are not very peaceful."

"It doesn't matter, I see your loyalty, and I will repay it truthfully."

As he spoke, Alex pushed open the window and looked out into the foggy sleep, leaving only Nefarian with his back.

Tell the truth?

Carlos. Barov has secretly returned to Alterak?

Nefarian pondered his father's endless words, pondering the deeper meaning hidden in them.

At the same time, Tirio. Fordin, who led the vanguard that had gone ashore in advance, had completed the blockade of the port and docks, and waited patiently for the arrival of the troop carriers.

At the same moment, Chromie dragged his dissipating body to Nesario.

"I knew there was a little madman in the bronze dragon, but I didn't expect you to be so crazy."

Nesario looked at Chromie with amusement and said, he could see where Chromie was.

"You're right, but you're doing it wrong."

Chromie said, pulling out his heart and handing it to Nesario.

"I know you've seen the future in 10,000 years, and I've seen it too. Great Black Dragon King, you are right. ”

After losing his heart, Chromie's body collapsed even faster.

Hearing this, Nesario restrained the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"But if you keep looking backwards, you understand that you were wrong."

With that, Chromie weathered and dissipated like sandstone, leaving only a faintly beating dragon's heart.

Confused by the scene in front of him, Nesario subconsciously grasped the dragon's heart as it was about to fall to the ground, and then read the footage that Chromie wanted to see for himself.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~h

Nesario resisted the urge to erupt.

"Chromie, you count me!"