The question of whether or not the Great Barrier of Azeroth exists is an unsolved mystery that continues from the time of the Night Elves to the present day from the days of the Kadore Empire.

Legend has it that in order to protect the people of Azeroth, the moon god Elune used his supreme power to compile a magical barrier covering the whole world, so that other creatures could not enter and exit at will, so that Azeroth is prosperous today.

However, some mages and scholars questioned it, saying that magic also has to talk about the basic law, how can such a large enchantment of such a scale be silent and without a trace, so many people have studied for so many years, and they have no clue at all, what is Bo Lida...... Ahem, the Great Barrier of Azeroth, non-existent.

For those in the know, the Great Barrier lies somewhere between being and not being.

Extrapolating from the facts, the world of Azeroth is indeed very unfriendly to otherworldly creatures. Because of the existence of the Well of Eternity, the world of Azeroth has a fatal attraction to higher beings, but almost all of these cosmic powerhouses with the ability to perform planes can only sense the existence of the world of Azeroth, but they cannot locate it accurately, and can only rely on knowledge and power to tempt the natives of Azeroth to open a portal with their help.

Even if it is as strong as Sargeras and as fierce as the Burning Legion, it is no exception.

Sending his avatar to Azeroth was already the limit of what Sargeras could do.

These facts seem to indicate that there is indeed a mysterious force from the East that protects the planet Azeroth.

But magic is rigorous and meticulous.

The Council of Tirisfa, after a long battle against otherworldly aggression, seems to have come to a new conclusion.

The reason why the Burning Legion doesn't have a starship to ride the face is not because they can't do it, but because it's far away.

Far......

The Pantheon and the Burning Legion are engaged in a never-ending war in the universe, and the Titans, who represent order, and the Void Demons, who are Chaos, also have an almost infinite number, which has led to a shortage of troops on both sides. Even Azeroth has a special meaning and strategic value for Sargeras and the Burning Legion. Sargeras also couldn't stand spending hundreds of thousands of years on interstellar travel, leaving a large number of legionnaires empty on transport ships.

Or maybe the latter is the truth, but for the current Azeroth, demons of the level of the Dreadlord are still rare, and they need to pay a high price to come to Azeroth, killing one blood to earn, and killing two to the sky.

Although the Burning Legion has never given up on infiltrating and rebelling against Azeroth for nearly 10,000 years since the War of the Ancients, rumors about demons have been almost extinct in the last two decades. Even in the deathmatch between the Alliance and the Horde, even if it is Gul'dan, at most some monsters such as hellfire are summoned, and demons belonging to the Burning Legion rarely appear. Now, at the end of the war, a living Dreadlord is alive, what does that mean?

The protein is six times that of dragon meat!

Carlos adheres to the principle of strategically despising the opponent and tactically valuing the opponent, and the final commando team has less than 100 people, but each of them is a veteran who has survived at least five major battles, and at least half of them have participated in the two Burning Plains battles led by Lothar and Carlos.

With such a lineup, Carlos thinks he has taken Valimatas seriously enough.

Potion of natural protection.

Cold Protection Potion.

Flame Protection Potion.

Shadow Protection Potion.

Potion of Healing.

Magic Slayer Potion.

Preparations continued from the second half of the night until dawn, and the crack team quickly and silently disappeared from sight amid the astonished gaze of the residents of Dalaran's morning exercise.

A mining town, about sixty kilometers northeast of New Dalaran, is the secret hideout of the Sorceress's Guild.

The town, with fewer than two hundred people, has been completely controlled by the warlocks.

When Carlos and his party arrived at the speed of a rapid march, the sun was just over mid-sky.

"Thirty minutes of rest, the mage and the stalker conduct preliminary reconnaissance."

Hidden in a low-lying area, the knights pacified the horses and obediently fell, and the members with reconnaissance abilities relied on their abilities.

Half an hour later, the information was gathered one after another.

Anomalies, all sorts of anomalies.

The town was deserted.

In the end, the mages were reliable, and they sensed the fluctuations of magic in the depths of the mine.

"Search the surroundings to see if there is any other way out, and if not, prepare to storm it."

Carlos had not seen it for a long time, and the urge to "Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting" swelled in his heart.

Although the Dreaddemon King's single combat power is not as good as that of the Abyss Lord, his comprehensive strength is much higher than that of the big ass that can only be reckless.

Fighting such an enemy is both a challenge and a pleasure.

After another half an hour, all the men who had gone out to reconnoiter were all returned, and after gathering the information, it could be concluded that there was no other way out of the mine that could be used.

Facing hard seems to have become the only option.

Let's do it.

Leaving a third of the men outside the mine in case of an emergency, the rest followed Carlos into the tunnel.

He didn't walk for too long, and Carlos felt that something was wrong, why did such a shallow mine tunnel smell of gas

Gas is originally a colorless and odorless gas, but the gas in the mine has a recognizable smell because it is mixed with iron ore, copper ore, and other hydrocarbon gases.

Like the smell of rotten apples.

Turning back suddenly, the way was gone, and when he turned around, he saw no longer a dark underground passage, but a spacious and bright stone hall.

Six beautiful sorceresses, dressed in low-cut evening gowns, lined up and smiled at Carlos.

Warimas, are you mentally retarded?

Although he didn't know when he fell for the illusion, Carlos was sure that his consciousness was still awake.

Then freedom is possible......

The smell before confused the five senses.

People who are expecting sex in the pit and mine are stupid, do you think I'm a fool?

Carlos continued to strengthen his will with such thoughts, and the majestic light condensed, condensed, and condensed in his chest, and finally, the divine light that came out of his body dispelled the dark spells of the Dreadlord, and Carlos gripped the wrist of Varymathas's claws before it touched his body.

"It's amazing willpower, the miasma of the blood sacrifice of two hundred people can escape so easily, it's really amazing. Join us, Carlos. Barov, I will show you real power. ”

Carlos gripped the hand that Valimatas was trying to withdraw, the Dreadlord who was more than three meters tall did not form an overwhelming size advantage over Carlos, and Carlos, who was blessed by the Holy Light, was equal to Valimas's strength in strength.

Taking advantage of the brief pause in the stalemate, Carlos quickly looked around and found that it was a large pit, but the corpses of the townspeople, cattle and sheep almost filled the pit, and the yellow gas of continued to drift away, and some of the paladins who had explored first were trapped in the hell of the five senses of the Dreadlord, and had not yet broken free from the environment, some were smiling, while others were frowning, and some looked miserable.

Carlos found himself underestimating the Dreadlord's spells.

I just don't know if their combat effectiveness is as unbearable as the legend says.

"Okay, win me, everything is negotiable."

Carlos jerked Varimasas's wrist to the side, disrupting the balance of the Dreadlord's body and stabbing the bat in the chest.