"Considered joining the Dragon Legion? Become Jackie Chan. ”

"Jackie Chan?!"

Why not Jet Li......

Carlos's heart fluctuated slightly, and he immediately understood what the problem was.

Azeroth's linguistic systems are diverse, but there is absolutely no confusion about the meaning of "Jackie Chan".

Nesario wasn't talking to himself in words at all, not even a simple exchange of thoughts and ideas.

Because the communication at the level of thinking and thinking can be disturbed but there will never be ambiguity.

This......

"I have a way to transform the race, and you're qualified."

Carlos just stared at Nesario's face and suddenly had a glimmer of realization.

It's the resonance of blood.

I’am Your Father！！！

Ah......h

Carlos dispelled the inexplicable messy thoughts in his mind, and carefully analyzed and speculated.

Ruling out the stupid possibility that we have dragon blood, considering the identity of the Guardian of the Land of Nesario, the most daring guess is ———— we are all children of Azeroth.

"Can you answer my question?"

"You ask."

"Is Elune, the moon god, a person?"

"Luna... Elune... Not people. ”

Carlos finally realized that he was speaking in the lingua franca, and that Nesario was communicating with him in a more bizarre way.

Oops, the difference in expression, I missed the opportunity to ask for the finale!

Nesario's mental condition is obviously not very good, and if he shakes his baggage, tells jokes, gags, and the other party is likely to turn his face on the spot without saying a word.

Carlos exhaled softly, forcibly suppressed the part of his "spoiler" thoughts, and began to communicate as a "party".

"It's the Source Engine."

"There's an easier way."

There is no denial......

"Not interested for the time being."

"That's a shame."

Didn't turn the other cheek......

It should be possible to try more pointed topics.

"You lured me here?"

"It's the guidance of fate."

That's it, Ethoregus, I didn't expect that your thick eyebrows and big eyes were actually a shame for the blue dragon, and you were actually played with by your big cousin by magic.

Why are you distracted again, thinking about something that you don't have......

"Are you going to convince me to give up the Well of Souls?"

"Of course not, even if you don't do it, I'll intervene. The earth can't stand that trauma anymore. ”

The intriguing answer, I didn't think about it at all in a short time, and I didn't think about the meaning of this sentence for the time being.

"That ......"

"You're thinking too much, we just happened to meet."

Although Nesario was sincere and felt true, Carlos instinctively didn't believe it.

"The Green Dragon told me that you were preventing the Red Dragon from interfering with them in the affairs of Firas, and I can only conclude that way."

"Hahahaha, my former siblings don't know when they became unreasonable and unable to communicate. Deter? I'm stopping them from making mistakes! ”

Carlos felt heavy sadness and grievances, mixed with unwillingness and anger, very complex emotions.

Cheering up, he ventured into asking.

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

"It's nothing, just doing my duty."

Suddenly, Nesario seemed to lose interest in communicating, turned around again, and made a sound similar to "Drink ~~~ ah~~~~~~~~~~~ha", and his palms seemed to rise to spread the weight of ten thousand pounds, maintaining a delicate balance.

Then, the red-hot magma lake cooled.

By the way, the magic of disorder was also calmed.

Nesario turned half to the side and glanced at Carlos with his peripheral vision, disappearing from Carlos' sight.

"Nesario!"

Carlos suddenly shouted, feeling as if he had forgotten something again.

"There is no Nesario anymore, there is no Nesario in this world anymore."

It wasn't the Black Dragon King's answer, but the voice that recoiled from the depths of Carlos' heart.

Although there is no evidence, Carlos's instincts tell him that the Black Dragon King, Nesario, seems to have run out of "sanity".

Abrupt encounters, strange dialogues, revealing the disobedience of mystery everywhere.

After Nesario left, Carlos re-observed the scene with the spell of the Holy Light system, and was able to determine that the elemental plane had been stripped away.

So, full of confusion, Carlos left his things and commanded his men, who were still setting up temporary camps, to dismantle things and flash people.

People have limits.

Carlos, as a human being standing at the top, began to deeply appreciate the heaviness of this sentence.

When you're not working hard, talent is a good excuse for you to shirk.

When you work hard, you can understand how cruel it is to be less talented than others.

Compared with the Elder Gods, who can spend twenty-eight hours a day thinking about intrigues, Carlos really can't do it.

Originally, the incident of the Well of Souls in Erresaras was only handled by Carlos as a minor trouble.

But this unexpected meeting with Nesario made Carlos intuitively understand one thing———— he was not a true prophet.

Or to put it more bluntly, his IQ is flawed compared to the ancient gods.

To eat, drink, to sleep, to have fun, to need friendship, to thirst for love and understanding.

Carlos couldn't help but relive how he felt when he last met Nesario.

After returning from the alien planet, he has not fully adapted to the mutation of his body, and he feels that he is "very strong", even if he is the king of the black dragon, he dares to make a few moves head-on.

When we met again, I didn't even have the courage to do it.

Was it because I was blindly confident before?

Probably not, it was something that happened to Nesario.

It is the "power" of the king of the black dragon that has become stronger.

Has the Elder Gods corrupted Nesario faster?

He was just blocking the development of the Cult of the Cursed God in the realm of humanity, and the Elder God immediately made a "big news" on the other side of the world corresponding to Lordaeron.

This difference in intelligence really can't be made up for with effort.

Carlos couldn't help but start thinking about whether the time was ripe to take that step.

With deep apprehension, before dark, he finally set out on the smooth road, carrying torches and starry nights, and it took thirty-six hours to go, and twenty-one hours to return.

A little more than two days later, another group of troops arrived in Firas from Hinterland, and a large number of war equipment was also delivered.

But preparation is still far from sufficient.

Not only the preparation of war materials, but also the unity of thought, as well as the arrangement of tactics.

With a large army stationed in Eresaras, the upper elves are not rightfully peaceful.

It was only the collective shutdown of Tosedlin and Sindra, the core of the rule, that created the illusion of submissiveness in the early days.

For the orcs need to be appeased and encouraged, for the trolls need material rewards, the upper elves need to be coerced and lured, their own troops need to be arranged in the right position, cooperation with the minotaurs needs to be negotiated, and the troops that have been squeezed out by the night elves to oversee the majority of the reinforcements need to be coordinated.

Everything weighed on Carlos.

In order to save the world, Carlos decided to make his debut as an idol.