Beneath the calm sea is a raging dark tide, a situation that both Alsace and Carlos face, but one is literal, and the other is a metaphor behind it.

Are you ready? 】

When asked by God, Arthas replied, "Yes, always ready."

Compared to "Elune", Kel'thugad's petty means seem so shallow and vulgar.

The gap in the soul caused by love, hatred, hatred, personal gain and loss, is nothing in the face of the great goal of striving for the benefit of all mankind.

Arthas knew what he was up against and how dangerous the journey ahead would be.

But he was fearless, even with the satisfaction of a martyr.

I was saving the world, and the gods had chosen me.

The otherworldly soul that calls itself the Lich King will inevitably pay the price for its hubris.

Arthas and his fleet were already very close to Northrend, but the Ice Storm of the Raging Sea would not be treated with the pleasure of being Prince of Lordaeron and the chosen people of the gods.

Experienced boatswain told Arthas that the calm was only a precursor to a great storm, and that they were about to learn the coldness of the Northern Rift before nightfall.

"Maybe this is the test...... Father, wait for me. ”

Alsace has nothing to fear.

On the other side of the Raging Sea, the closer Carlos got to Lordaeron, the more he could intuitively feel what was called a hotbed of hatching chaos.

Carlos' old father-in-law, Terenus. His Majesty Minethil II is too good to be able to do without him.

"Why can't these stupid [beeps] bow down to me like an NPC!"

Carlos couldn't help but spit on himself when he was alone.

Every human member of the Eastern Kingdoms has in their hearts a dream of empire, a seed that has taken root in their sleep as a child.

Folklore, bedtime stories, the boasting of adults in their free time, bards and circus performances......

It is undeniable that the deeds of the Alaso Empire and Soladin the Great are the intrinsic centripetal force of the human race.

For the restoration of Stormwind, Anduin. Ser Lothar personally untied the last chain around the neck of the beast known as power, and all the kingdoms of Lordaeron gained legal legitimacy.

In this regard, Carlos is also a beneficiary.

If there is no undead scourge, no burning legion, no tricks of fate, then Arthas or the generation of Arthas's sons, the kingdom of Lordaeron has great hope of restoring the grandeur of the Arathor Empire, and all humanity will once again live under the same banner.

But there are no ifs in life.

The not-so-tall political giant fell.

At the end of his life, Terenus focused what little energy he had left on the absolute dominion of the Minethil family over the city of Lordaeron.

Lordaeron City is the absolute core of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and it is also the most important city in the entire Lordaeron continent, and it is the foundation of the Minethil family.

Terenus's choice was understandable to Carlos.

But Lordaeron City is not all of Lordaeron continent.

Where the Lordaeron City Legion can't control, intrigue and ambition are growing like weeds in the middle of summer, fueled by the Cult of the Damned.

The Union, having lost its common enemy, united became a huge joke.

Carlos became more and more aware of the Iron King's mood.

It is also becoming more and more clear that the road of the Iron King is impassable.

Even if we are disgusted, even if we resist, even if we use the same less glorious calculations, we must face the crisis at hand head-on.

Politics is politics, and the use of power and violence to suppress the outbreak of problems will eventually not be able to escape from a deeper and worse quagmire.

So when Spartacus, the former orc sword saint, reported to Carlos about the movements of the Frostwolf Clan in the depths of the Alterac Mountains, Carlos chose the deepest silence.

This life of CTM ......

Because of the excellent performance of Carlos and Silver Dawn, the spread of the Cult of the Damned has been severely hindered.

However, because of this, the internal contradictions of the alliance have become more and more intense and irreconcilable.

In particular, the great filial son Arthas did not know what to smoke and ran to Northrend in search of a panacea that would save his father's life......

So everything piles up, and Carlos is ready to let Sal be a demon.

In the current situation, the existence of the Lordaeron Alliance is necessary.

Gilneth has retired, the Torbane family of Fort Riptide is mired in the murder of power, Alterac is marginalized, Stormwind is far away, and Quel'Thalas's internal purge has reached its climax.

At a time when the power of "justice" continues to decline, the worst alliances are more important than the crumbling independent monarchy.

Perhaps letting or even guiding Thrall to do something was a viable option.

Stuck in a spiral labyrinth of thoughts, Carlos has not yet realized the horror of his "fate", and his choices are increasingly similar to the "best" future chosen by the bronze dragon.

Queltiras's fleet is still floating on the seas, the crisis of Silisus is temporarily lifted, and the legions of the Night Elves are beginning to shrink back to defense.

After all, for the Night Elves, the Worm Pullers are a big problem, but not the only one.

Sartre, for example, never let the watchman be at peace.

Mavi. Shadow Song immediately turns around and prepares to head to Feywood Forest to snuff out the latest plot of the Blue Fire Sartre, after making sure that Silisus doesn't need her and his Warden sisters.

This was originally the work of the Cenarion Council, but the resurgence of the Luna Scythe after many years has put the druids in big trouble, and the biggest trouble of the Cenarion Council is Malfurion's spoiling of Tyrande.

Garrod. Shadow Song said goodbye at the pinnacle of glory, and the leadership of the Night Elves had essentially fallen into the hands of Malfurion and Tyrande, after the Sunchasers and those arcane followers crossed the ocean, the Night Elf society at this time was essentially a **** system.

Mavi. Shadow Song thought Tyrande was a good priest rather than a good leader 10,000 years ago, and she still thinks so 10,000 years later.

But Malfurion was a competent leader.

As long as Malfurion can wipe his ass for Tyrande's naïve willfulness, Mavi. Shadow Song wasn't ready to argue with those two.

Even if the troubles in Felwood Forest weren't originally in her plans.

So, Mavi. After the crisis in Silitus was temporarily resolved, Shadow Song did not return to the Warden dungeon in the Broken Isles in the first place.

Therefore, the best opportunity to slash Gugar was also missed.

"Savis, you'd better speed up, the patience of the master is not unlimited."

"Corrupting Teldashir is a daunting project, and I'm working on it!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the master doesn't like to hear it, and neither do I. I've sent the Skull of Gul'dan to your forest, and I've fulfilled your request, so don't make excuses. ”

"I did my best!"

At this time, the Titan facility that imprisoned the Elder Gods had not yet been completely corrupted and infiltrated, and Gugar, who had become the leader of the Twilight Sect, had to travel to the Broken Islands to harness the powerful and twisted demonic power around the tomb of Sargeras if he wanted to contact Savis, the king of Satyre.

Whether it's the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor, or the Lordaeron Alliance and the Kadore Elves, the surging dark tide is converging.

Outside Dunhold Castle, Thrall, who has completed his shamanic cultivation in the Frostwolf Clan, is planning an attack on his adoptive father.