Jack Ma tells you that he doesn't like money, and you think it's the humility of the big guy.

Killing the black chicken told you that Peking University is general, this is the pretending of a scholar.

What small goals, not knowing the beauty of a wife, or a big house, are all the same truth.

The joy of fish and fish?

Peeling off the veil of philosophy, can it be understood in this way———— I will transfigurate: salted fish, I can scare you.

Your eggs are not scrambled well, they are not fresh.

Does the cook have to lay his own eggs?

Your tofu doesn't taste good.

I have to grow my own beans for grinding tofu?

It's not good to perform on stage.

You can do it!

At this time, you are really on, and the effect of the show explodes.

Carlos strolls through the streets of Stratholme, and his mind is full of thoughts.

In just ten years, this world has lost its traces of me, and it is a little lonely......

Although intellectually speaking, it is politically correct for Tyrenus to sing the praises of Carlos on his own turf, and sculptures of the Knight King of Oakland can be found everywhere.

But I have worked so hard for all sentient beings, but I can't even get a little thanks, which is really lonely.

Carlos understood that there was something wrong with his mindset, but instead of choosing to meditate in the ashram, he took to the streets.

For everyone else, Carlos had been missing for ten years, but from Carlos' point of view, the battle with Akmund had been fought only a month earlier.

In an instant, the vicissitudes of life.

The encounter with Medivan, a bizarre alien journey, is like a magnificent dream.

Looking back, the world changed color.

Even Carlos was a little confused.

A month ago, he was the generalissimo of the alliance, commanding thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield.

A month later, no one knew him in the downtown area, like a passerby.

What do you think......

It's all Chromie's fault.

Carlos wasn't a man who liked to be angry, but he wasn't a saint either.

Hinterland's busy business situation made him forget about it for the time being.

But in Sola arrange a meeting with Alonsos. In Fao's interval, Carlos, who was suddenly idle, was finally struck by the loneliness of his heart.

Although walking on the street, there will be people looking sideways at him, but Carlos knows that they are only surprised by their Gundam strength, not because they are Carlos. Barov.

And the people who will be ecstatic because of his return, Carlos can only avoid it.

Because Shadow and Madness have quietly infiltrated the entire Alliance.

This feeling drove Carlos a little crazy.

There are only a few influential cities in the entire Lordaeron region, and Stratholme is one of them, and infiltration by the Cursed Sect here is almost a consequence.

Although the Cursed Sect is still in the latent stage of hypocrisy, it is not difficult for Carlos, a well-intentioned person, to detect the clues.

After all, the Light is sensitive to shadows, and vice versa.

At the beginning of the spell restriction order, although there were warlocks who died themselves, Dalaran's suppression of the emerging spell-casting profession was also an important factor. In ten years, the first warlocks are basically dead, and the rest have learned how to suppress the darkness in their hearts and hide their powers. And many of Dalaran's mages are either not talented enough to turn to warlocks, or they encounter bottlenecks and turn to warlock spells. The transformation within the former law enforcement agency Dalaran has given the warlock the soil to survive.

So much so that Carlos could smell the stench of demons from a layer of soil more than ten meters away.

It's so unusual, no one cares?

Actually carrying out a summoning ceremony in the downtown area, are the mages of Stratholme eating X?

Carlos, who was supposed to keep a low profile, decided to go along with the tyranny of his heart and do something.

But just like the minimap quest points when playing the game, Carlos can locate the location of the summoning ceremony, but how to get there...... God knows.

Anyway, it's not in heaven, it's in the earth.

Wandering around the shops, even the women's supply store, Carlos found nothing.

Come to think of it, the secret door or something is so easy to discover, the warlocks have long been dead, where is their turn to do moths under their noses.

"You, come with us, someone reported you for being a hooligan in a feminine store."

While Carlos was resting on the low wall of a small garden, three Stratholme guards surrounded him, under the guidance of the zealous citizens.

"Huh?"

Carlos made a blinded and embarrassed voice.

"Did you just break into a ladies' store?"

"It's like ......"

"Then come with us."

Carlos didn't move, and his momentum alone made the three guards tense and clenched their weapons.

But Carlos couldn't play with them, and the scene was stiff for a while.

Sure enough, when your brain is not good, you should stay quietly alone.

Carlos was already thinking about a way out of the trap, and a voice came.

"Three, I'm sorry, my companion just came to me, I'm very sorry."

is a blonde High Elf.

Carlos stared at her face for a moment, no, still couldn't recognize it, and gave up.

As the closest human city to Quel'Thalas, Stratholme inevitably has certain privileges with the High Elves.

Now, for example, because the unknown High Elves were helping Carlos take over, the guards muttered a few words, told the lady to take care of her companion, and left.

"Don't you thank me for helping you out?"

"I haven't heard your voice."

"Uh, what's the latest way to pick up a conversation?"

"If you don't have enough qi and blood, don't talk much, you're actually very injured."

Carlos remained seated, because he could look at the elf in front of him, and after a short observation, it was not difficult to notice that she was strong on the outside and on the inside.

"It's you, it's so sharp."

"Do we know each other?"

Carlos was a little puzzled, in a familiar tone, but he didn't know her.

The elf opened her mouth to say something, but Carlos couldn't understand it, and couldn't even read her lips.

It's like your own High Elf face blindness, which is a cognitive impairment.

"I'll say it again, though, unfortunately."

The elf didn't seem surprised by this outcome, and said it again.

But the result is the same.

Carlos knew what the other party was saying to him, but he had no access to any information.

"What do you want to convey to me, do you need to find a pen and paper?"

"No need, when you get back what you lost, you will naturally understand what I want to tell you. If you can't find it, then there's no point in understanding. ”

"Can you explain that?"

The female elf didn't mean to continue explaining Carlos's question, she diverted the topic.

"You're looking for a secret meeting place."

"Huh?!"

"I know, there's a bakery behind the back of the house over there, and the entrance is behind a cabinet in the basement of the second floor of the house on the right."

Following the elf's fingers, Carlos turned his head to look at the direction, and when he turned back, there was no more of a female elf.

Carlos's back hair exploded, what the hell in the day?

I didn't feel it at all.

It's as if everything that just happened was like a hysteria.

All this was so unbelievable that Carlos decided to go and see if there was a secret meeting place as the elves had claimed.

Go and verify what just happened.