In magic, the High Elves have always been the mentors of humanity, and no one can erase this.

It's not just the accumulation of time, it's the gap in talent.

This is true even for the study of the spells of the Warlock.

The most straightforward embodiment is that the top magical genius among human beings, the limit of what can be done is only as good as that of elves.

The Alliance's mage world has decayed, and this is Carlos' intuitive feeling about the subsequent development of the events at the Sorceress's Guild.

There is nothing new under the sun, and the vast majority of warlocks who surrender to the path of darkness are not ordinary people who know nothing about magic, but mages who have already embarked on the path of magic.

Or those mages who are not magically gifted enough.

In the world of magic, there is no fairness, let alone how much you give and how much you get, and talent is far more important than hard work.

But the reality is that humans are not the darlings of magic, there are not many people with magical talents, and even fewer are awe-inspiring talents, and most magic apprentices are only a low-level mage in their lives.

This is the reality of the Arcane Path, this is the magical ecology of Dalaran.

But Warlocks are different, and the Path of Shadows is really different.

No pain, one harvest, one gain, the loss of the deal with the devil is your own incompetence, if you are deceived, it is your own ignorance, once you succeed, the power is at your disposal.

This temptation caused many mages who were stuck in a bottleneck period to set their sights on shadow spells, and then gradually became warlocks from mages.

No different from back then, many of these warlocks were mages of Dalaran themselves.

Caught three sorceresses, and how many bigwigs were involved behind it, only God knows.

A small warlock case in Stratholme startled Dalaran into turmoil.

However, this has little to do with Carlos, and he doesn't even have much prejudice against the warlock himself.

The power itself is not terrible, it is its owner who is terrible.

This sentence is valid for all living beings.

The Shadow itself is not terrible, what is terrible is that ignorant humans want to compete with the Void Demon in the path of Shadow.

Ten years of sacrifice was obviously not enough, although the Warlocks had accumulated a lot of demonic knowledge in the process of dealing with demons, and they had a better understanding of the Warlock's spells when using the power of the Shadow.

But not enough, far from enough.

Humans, or to put it more broadly, the Warlocks of Azeroth are still just playthings of the Burning Legion and potential servants of Eredar.

Only by giving enough blood and bones can the warlocks make a name for themselves.

Until then, pay the price for your ignorance.

This is Carlos' current attitude towards warlocks.

Neither encouragement nor oppression, bumping into the hand to see one beating the other.

After the freshness of the beginning passed, Carlos closed his door and recuperated with peace of mind.

I'm probably tired!

Isn't it a sign of tiredness to always feel like you've forgotten something for no reason?

After thinking about it, Carlos felt that his body was so good that he could only be caused by mental fatigue.

Well, that's right, that's it.

So after two days of quiet rest, that night, Sora came to the door and took him around the streets of Stratholme for most of the night, before rushing to Stratholme Cathedral at dawn.

"That's how you arranged it?"

"The most normal is also the most secure and the most inconspicuous."

"I, tall man, you, High Elf. Troublesome? ”

"Don't worry, it's all arranged."

"Don't worry, I'm asking you what you're doing!"

Sora's so-called arrangement is a weekly blessing ceremony.

Although the night has not yet faded, the dawn is already about to rise, and when the skyline is slightly clear, the square outside Stratholme Cathedral is already sparsely populated with hundreds of people standing or sitting.

These are the first believers waiting to be baptized.

And Sora tells Carlos that if you go inside, you will naturally meet Alonsos. Fao.

Although it feels like child's play, under Sora's crazy appearance, there is a calm heart.

Carlos chose to believe her.

Sure enough, Alonsos, who is already old. Fao simply showed his face at the blessing ceremony and left the break, followed by another archbishop, while Carlos was quietly ushered into a dark room.

"It's really you! Yes, yes! ”

When Alonsos. After seeing the person clearly, Fao couldn't help but burst into tears, and held Carlos's arm and sighed.

For a time, Carlos had a thousand words, but he couldn't say them.

In this world, there are still people who remember me.

A sense of unprovoked satisfaction warmed Carlos's heart, and he immediately remembered the severity of the situation.

So, Carlos put aside his nostalgic thoughts and explained the matter of the Cursed Sect in a concise and concise manner.

"This ......"

Listening to Carlos' elaboration, Alonsos. Fao was in a huge shock.

"I'm sorry to involve you."

Carlos' apology was genuine.

Because he could see that Alonsos. Fao is dying.

The running out of oil and the lamp is the true embodiment of the archbishop at this moment.

Founded the Knights of the Silver Hand and campaigned for the Second Orc War. Fao is over 50 years old, and more than ten years have passed, and the old Fao is quietly waiting for eternal sleep in glory and satisfaction.

He has no regrets in his life, he has fought for his ideals and career all his life and witnessed the fruits of the seeds he planted, is there anything happier than this?

Therefore, Fao is not afraid of death, but spends every day of life happily and calmly.

Telling him about the Cursed Sect was actually speeding up the burning of the venerable old man's last life.

But Carlos had no choice.

Because except for Alonsos. Fao, he couldn't find help.

Azeroth's predicament is simple to say, but in fact it is a ring after a ring, and it is not difficult to launch a holy war simply and rudely, with his current strength Carlos. But isn't a crippled Lordaeron still on the path of having to have a Lich King?

The Cursed Sect is still in a state of gaining momentum, and it is also the state of the strongest and the weak.

Powerful, because no one else knows how terrible they are except Carlos.

Weak because they themselves don't know how strong they are, and all organizations are hidden.

At this time, as long as the organizational connection of the Cursed Sect is accurately severed, a monstrous catastrophe can be eliminated.

And if it wants to target the Cursed Sect, the alliance that has been infiltrated into a sieve cannot be counted on, and the only reliable one is the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Although at the moment, the Knights of the Silver Hand are more like a legion of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and they are the private soldiers under their old father-in-law, but Alonsos. Fao is the titular Grand Master of the Knights, the true speaker of the Silver Hand.

As long as Fao mobilizes the Silver Hand to assist him, Carlos will be able to calmly return to Alterac for a purge that cleanses the Cursed Sect that has infiltrated Alterac and he will be able to truly make his voice heard.

Tell the inhabitants of Azeroth, I, Carlos. Barov, back.

However, after a moment's thought, Fao told Carlos the bad news.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, I'm afraid I can't help you. Just last month, I had relinquished the position of Grand Master to Uther, and now that he was the speaker of the Silver Hand, I no longer had the right to command the Order. ”