Whether it is a human being, a ghost, a god or a demon, as long as there is a real individual, there must be a fact.

Or the truth.

That is, the ability of "people" has a limit.

It's nonsense to say, but when something happens, it's really helpless, and it's sad with a capital letter.

When Carlos left Lordaeron, his mood was heavy and complicated.

He alone couldn't save Azeroth.

Sargeras: He didn't have the courage to face it head-on.

Akmund: He really can't beat him.

Kil'Gardan's machinations are powerless for him.

Even if you have the strength to stand at the pinnacle of humanity, can you show off your power and anger in front of your compatriots?

Is it that hard to do something?

Sorry, it's that hard.

It's not difficult, how can Deathwing be so desperate that it will perish.

It's not difficult, why does Nozdom turn black and metamorphose into eternity.

It's not difficult, how could Azeroth be so troubled.

As the brightest jewel of human society, the future of Lordaeron has cast a huge shadow.

This is the pain of the seer, and Carlos clearly understands that he does not have that power.

The Lich King Neozu's power is so strange that it has lost the shackles of its flesh, and its spiritual power is infinite under the blessing of the Ice Throne, and as long as it concentrates, any place in all of Azeroth will be under its watch.

Azeroth has no secrets about it.

Maybe the Titans' secret bases, like Ulduar, might have defenses that keep the Lich King out of their eyes, but what does that mean for humans?

It's not that Carlos doesn't want to save Artace's fate, it's that he doesn't have this power, let alone this position.

Without Tikdios' encouragement and Neozu's layered design, Arthas would have become the great king who ruled the kingdom with the strength and wisdom his father had expected.

Because although Arthas's heart is full of all kinds of small entanglements, he is essentially a good person who believes in light and goodness.

It's a pity that the paths are all chosen by themselves, Carlos can interfere with Alsace, but there is no reason to do so.

He needs time, he needs Neozu to put a lot of attention into Arthas.

Only then can Carlos emerge as a winner in this game of disparity.

It's like fighting the landlord, the Burning Legion is pinching the king in his hand, Nao Zu is pinching the four twos, how can Carlos win.

Only flip the table.

Forcibly intervening in Lordaeron's affairs would only allow the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods to make themselves the primary targets of exclusion.

Without the apple on the chessboard, Azeroth would only be destroyed, as the bronze dragon had witnessed, sooner or later.

He needs Veron's wisdom, Tyr's legacy, his comrades trapped in Draenor, and all the forces that can be united to change the established destiny.

So Carlos, in the midst of compromise and concession, left Lordaeron in silence.

Saving the world is never a matter for the savior alone, and Carlos can only hope that Arthas can hold on to his will and support himself until he returns.

Carlos and his wife sat quietly in the carriage, but his son Alphonse rode on a pure white horse given by his uncle, and he couldn't help himself.

Falina was left behind by Carlos in Lordaeron, and she was ordered to keep a close eye on the actions of the Church of the Damned.

It was just a duckweed-like woman, and before her authority collapsed, Carlos did not doubt Farina's loyalty, because at this stage Naozu's chips were not enough, and the chips that Kel'thugad could open were given by Carlos. Cooked or raw, Falina will not completely defect before Carlos falls.

And North, in the psychic of Sdomka. After recounting the life of Soladin the Great, the Warrior accepted Carlos's leadership and returned to Dalaran to devote himself to the fight against the plague of the undead. He was a good man, a rotten good man who really cared about other people, and was so moved by Soladin the Great and Carlos's self-sacrificing mind that he even took the initiative to donate his property.

Alchemy is really TMD money, Carlos was shocked by North's net worth, that is a huge amount of money that can be used as Alterac's military expenses for two years!

Dead profiteers, big dogs......

Pardon Tirio. Fordin's negotiations did not go well, and the old father-in-law, Terenus, made it clear that it was an internal matter of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and he would not interfere too much. However, Uther stubbornly believed that Tirio was to blame, and that as long as Fordin confessed to the crime and confessed to Itreig, everyone would be treated as if nothing had happened. However, Tirio. In order to insist on the justice in his heart, Ferding still chose to part ways with his former comrades. He can't pardon Tirio. Fording, this would greatly shake the faith of the Silver Hand.

This is also an inexplicable matter, because Carlos also believes that Uther has not done anything wrong.

Because justice is also divided, Tirio. Fordin's choice was in line with his justice, but it was against his camp.

Carlos endorses Tirio. Fordin's choice could not ignore the facts to erase his betrayal.

Things are frozen there for the time being.

But send someone to Tyran. It was within Carlos's power for Fordin's mother to send an invitation.

I believe that any child who aspires to become a paladin will not refuse Carlos. Barov's invitation to the test.

This is what Carlos can do for Tirio without violating the laws of morality. Fordin's best efforts ———— reunite father and son.

It was precisely because of this incident that Carlos did not choose to return to Alterac by boat via Dalaran, but chose to return home by taking the route east through the Valley of the Hearth.

On the way, he met his old friend Swain, who was going to Lordaeron City to find him.

Even if Carlos's lost decade is not taken into account, he and Swain are reunited after a long absence.

However, after a warm hug, Swain brought him heavy news, a letter, and a large bag of broken copper.

Carlos clutched the last letter from his former chief of guard with mixed feelings, and watched Swain open a backpack of daggers in front of him, full of melancholy and bewilderment.

Regarding the chief guard who single-handedly cultivated and eventually "betrayed" for the sake of a woman, Carlos has complex emotions of "although you are still a fool with cigarettes and hair tattoos, but Dad loves you".

In the end, letting the chief of the guard leave instead of sending someone to kill him, Carlos was already soft-hearted.

But when he learned that the chief of the guard was Natalie. With the news of Selin's martyrdom, Carlos still had the urge to raise troops in anger.

However, this emotion was quickly lost by Swain.

"The guy said that the dagger in his hand was the key to Natalie's murder, the evil blade, but when I went, he didn't have a dagger at all. I didn't know what was going on, so I took everything that looked like a dagger from the scene. ”

Swain nodded in satisfaction with his wisdom.

"So you're carrying this backpack all the way north from Stormwind to Lordaeron?"

Carlos stretched out his hand and weighed it, afraid it was not close to two hundred pounds.

Aha, Swain, you're so awesome!