A person always has to look back at the road he has traveled to find out whether he is crooked.

But you can't always look back, because if you look ahead, you will stop moving.

It's like some distorted allusion from another world.

The disciple asked the master, "I am often worried about my stupidity, so I reflect on my body three times a day, is this right?"

The master nodded and shook his head.

The disciple asked suspiciously, "Master, what will you do?"

The master replied, "That's enough."

Everyone will say that it is really not like that.

At least Carlos had a rare time looking back on the past and finding that he could have done better.

As a result, I unnaturally had other ideas about the path I would take in the future.

There is still plenty of time, and there is still a short period of time before actual action, which is enough for him to think slowly.

The Elder Gods feared the power of Sargeras, and the flaming expedition feared that one day all of Azeroth would be consumed, and they were not immune. So when it comes to fighting the Burning Legion, the Elder Gods are actually on the side of the creatures of Azeroth.

However, the ultimate goal of the Elder Gods is to corrupt the entire planet and become their own flesh and blood, and eventually achieve the evolution of life forms, so they are the mortal enemies of all the natives of Azeroth.

The Cult of the Curse is such a deformed organization that has been created under the principle of fighting without breaking.

Gugar accepted Enzos's gift and became the Archbishop of Twilight, and Kil'Gardan underestimated the struggles of mortals and helped the Twilight cultists establish the Cursed Cult.

With the Elder Gods and the Burning Legion behind them, the rise of the Cult of the Curse is clearly unstoppable, especially since in the past decade, Azeroth has no Guardians and no Carlos.

Coupled with Naozu's dominance in Northrend, Carlos has to deal with such a dangerous situation.

A situation where we don't distinguish between friend and foe.

Every day, Carlos could feel a noticeable increase in strength, and in less than two years, he should be able to break through the shackles that bound mortals.

But the lack of ten years has made his foresight lose most of its significance, and he has lost control of the situation.

It's like an old thief from a production company who smiles at you with pity and doesn't let you clear the game.

Seems......

What is it like?

Forget it, I can't remember, I don't want to.

Now that the rise of the Cursed Sect is a foregone conclusion, let's think about how to deal with the current situation.

While Carlos was in charge of Cincaro, Chromie broke free from the shackles of the time stream with an injury and returned to Azeroth.

Unwillingness is the truest portrayal of Chromie.

Death or something, I'm used to it for a long time.

In search of the truth, God knows how many Chromies have died.

But this time, it really doesn't want to die and can't die.

Because finally, it knows everything.

So the world can't tolerate it.

"You're special, Carlos."

Chromie looked around and found himself near Keldaron, and there was always an inexplicable sense of immediacy, as if he had died here many times.

Putting aside these useless thoughts, it turned into a dragon and burst into the sky with its broken body, thinking about the direction of Lordaeron City.

Carlos had to be told the truth.

A truth that unlocks endless reincarnation.

However, not long after Chromie left, in the clear moonlight, a pitch-black figure flowed out along the rift in time that had not yet fully healed, dissipating into nothingness.

Carlos didn't know what was a thousand kilometers away from him, and dealing with the Cursed Sect was his number one goal at the moment.

Both the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods use it as a tool that mortals cannot fight.

Even Medivan intervened in it.

Unstoppable scourge?

Are the undead necessary to fight against the Elder Gods?

Thrall's Horde is a key factor in the fight against the Burning Legion?

Just like the brain tells you that the brain is the most important organ of the human body.

The prophecies circulated by those bigwigs with the ability to predict are the same truth.

Carlos wasn't entirely convinced.

Humans, Night Elves, Dwarves, and Trolls are not strong enough to fight the Elder Gods and the Burning Legion alone.

What happened in Cinchero speaks for itself.

Hatred, the wheel of hatred keeps the races from working together.

If you really want to talk about the role of the tribe, I am afraid it is to match the concerted efforts of the alliance.

In other words, the League and the Horde have cultivated a large number of fierce warriors who are not afraid of death.

This is exactly what Carlos once mastered and lost.

Ten years have passed, the soldiers who experienced the war have grown old, the new generation of the alliance has seen the mentally exhausted orc captives, and the young people in the rebellious period often boast that they were just born late, otherwise how would they have been.

They have forgotten the horrors of the Tide of Darkness and know nothing about the Elder Gods, which are more terrifying than the Orcs, as well as the Burning Legion.

At this time, the alliance is a seemingly huge weak fat man, and no matter how Carlos thinks about it, he can't think of a way to reunite the alliance.

If there is time to transform the current alliance, it is better to reopen the dark door and take Tulayan and them home.

This is what Carlos really thinks.

Judging from the intelligence gathered.

After his own battle with Akmund, the Dark Gate was already in danger, and Tulayan followed his orders to lead the main force of the Alliance out of Draenor.

Then it didn't take long for the Dark Gate to blow up.

After that, in Terenas. With Minerhir's support, Varian returned to Alwyn to rebuild Stormwind City, and the Stormwind Kingdom was restored.

Then, due to the explosion of the Dark Gate, the terrain of the Dark Swamp was permanently altered, and the Dark Gate, which was unscathed by the explosion, still stood in the Cursed Lands, and in order to prevent a possible attack, Terenus led the construction of the Watch Fortress.

The old father-in-law proved to be truly wise, and a year after the construction of the Watchtower, Naozu accepted Tyrone. Bloodseeker's suggestion reopened the Dark Door.

This time, it's Gromsh. Hellroar and his Warsong clan.

Tulayan, Khadgar, Aurelia? Windranger, Danas? Thorbane, Kudran? Brute Hammer, after the loss of Carlos, the Alliance sent the five most prestigious generals in the last war, leading the alliance army painstakingly managed by the two marshals of Lothar and Carlos, and drove head-on.

Because of the experience of attacking Draenor once, under the command of Tulayan, the Alliance army was overwhelmed, and the Warsong Clan was simply unable to resist the Alliance's army.

Having snatched the desired items from Stormwind, Dalaran, and Lordaeron, Neozu betrayed Gromsh and detonated the Dark Gate once again.

At this point, the Alliance's most elite army fell to Draenor.

And because of the rebuilding of Stormwind, the renovation of Fort Watch, the caretaker of orc captives, and many other things, because of the problem of money, Gilneth withdrew from the alliance, Kul Tiras also maintained a distance, Alterac fell into forced silence, and Fort Riptide was in Soras. After Thorbain's death, he fell into infighting.

Terenus sits in the clouds as a savior, and in his lifetime, it seems that the glory of the Arathso Empire can be restored.

Now, Arthas has joined the Silver Hand as a paladin and practiced the path of light under Uther.

Not so long ago, Varian. Queen Tiffin of Wrynn. Wryon died on the stones of the rebels.

Under Carlos's deliberate questioning, the gladiator star of the underground arena of Dunholk Castle was an orc named Thrall.

It seems that in addition to the preservation of the Barov family, the great inertia of history has erased everything Carlos once did.