"Laziness, how lazy, during the Second Orc War, whether it was the griffon knights of our alliance or the red dragoons of the tribe, air defense has always been the top priority."

Standing on the walls of Lordaeron, Carlos looked lonely.

"It's only been a few years of peace, and the air defense work has already fallen on paper, and it's really lazy that there are no guards to check the situation with such a loud noise."

Milhouse wanted to say something, but thought it would be better to remain silent, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After all, every year, with the scientific research funds of the Barov family, more than 100 hand-rubbed engines were provided to the Alterac military, and as a result, Carlos (the gold owner) father called a private flight and blew up.

It's embarrassing.

Although four hours spans a distance of more than seven hundred kilometers, this in itself is a fantastic fact.

But in front of the gold lord's father, there is still a distance of twenty kilometers from Lordaeron City.

Exploded.

The aircraft blew up.

Explode into a firework that lights up the night sky.

If it weren't for the Golden Master's father's holy shield, Milhouse himself would be afraid.

Could it be that the mark of mana fuel has been increased, anyway, his mana shield will definitely not be able to withstand this kind of explosion damage.

The conclusion was that Milhouse not only lost people, but also owed his life.

So in the icy Lordamere Lake, he was led by Carlos by the back of his neck for an hour, and finally came ashore.

At another time and place, Milhouse may complain.

For example, you see that this cliff is high and steep, this wall is thick and large, the night is deep and sleepy, and the guards of the alliance are also human.

But in this situation, a dwarf who pretends to be dead is a good dwarf.

Carlos waited for about five minutes, his brow furrowed, and he realized that something was not quite right.

"Milhouse, figure it out for yourself, and after dawn, hurry up."

"Is something wrong?"

Milhouse asked suspiciously.

Carlos was in a hurry to get to Lordaeron, naturally he had his reasons, Milhouse's curiosity was in the search for spells, not in the conspiracy trade-off, so he could not resist asking too much.

"I have three forces hidden in Lordaeron City, and there is no one to answer them, what do you think this means?"

"Does it mean that our place is relatively remote?"

Carlos looked down at Milhouse, and suddenly felt that he had some truth in what he said.

In another timeline, Milhouse responded to Dalaran's call to follow in the footsteps of the Alliance to the Shattered Outlands, and failed to teleport to be able to penetrate the battleship-class Naru shield and be imprisoned directly as an intruder in the Forbidden Demon Prison, which shows absolute luck E.

And this dead dwarf can still be loyal to the anti-undercover Twilight church in that timeline without being discovered, and gradually blends into the high-level of Dalaran, but he is a big fool and mentally retarded ..... a wise and foolish character.

Maybe it's Milhouse's lucky E, and maybe it's himself.

With this in mind, Carlos said goodbye to Millhouse, took his direction in the pre-dawn haze, and moved quickly in the direction of the central neighborhood of Lordaeron.

It is not the western district where the aristocracy lived, nor is it the royal district in the east.

In the central block, there is a safe house set up by Archmage Modra.

As long as the Lich King Naozu focuses on one thing, it must be everywhere and all the time, bit by bit.

Carlos would never dare to shout, my life is up to me, and I think I have conquered the world.

Although there was a faint voice inside him telling him that you can.

But now, Carlos must erase his silhouette from the Lich King's gaze.

In addition to the High Elves Archmage, only the Archmage of the Council of Six of Dalaran has this ability.

None of this is difficult.

It didn't take much effort for Carlos to arrive at the safe house disguised as a warehouse.

Activating the mana crystal, Modra's vision immediately appeared in front of Carlos.

"Can I still trust you?"

Carlos asked.

"Should I continue to believe you?"

Jadra's magical visions were somewhat distorted, but the hesitation on her face was serious.

"Ask first, ma'am."

Carlos didn't have to think twice to understand what was going on.

"You brought Medivan's token, so I believe you, but the Guardian's clone just found me."

Archmage Modra said with a tangled face.

"Medivan himself has left Azeroth for the astral plane, and Miss Egwene can confirm that we can end this conversation if we get caught up in this issue."

"I know, I know, if I could get in touch with the teacher, I wouldn't be so distressed."

Jadra's voice sharpened.

"So ma'am, what are you bothering about?"

Carlos asked.

"Medivan showed me the future, I ...... I wavered. ”

Carlos didn't interrupt Modra, just silently waited for Modra to recover from her wavering, he never doubted an archmage's ability to regulate his mind.

"The orcs can't be wiped out, so Medivan asks me to help Thrall and his tribe escape west. This is in conflict with your actions in Arathi to encircle the orcs, and you and Medivan are lying! You have ...... Wait, you're using the safe house in Lordaeron, you're not in Arathi, you're in Lordaeron? ”

Modra reacted suddenly.

"Forget the damn orcs, I don't have time to care about them."

Carlos's tone betrayed a hint of weariness.

"What's going on, it's serious enough for you to say that your army stays in Arathi and you go to Lordaeron alone."

At this point, Modra realized the gravity of the problem, and her magical illusions seemed to be more disturbed, and the distortion was getting worse.

"Arthas has taken refuge, he has been arrested, he has fallen for the conspiracy, whoever does it, he is now the Lich King's man."

Suddenly, Modra's magical illusion vanished, and the communication device was overloaded emitting ominous white smoke and heat.

Just as Carlos was disappointed, Modra's visions reappeared.

"Merry. Winter Wind, his old blind tailor shop in Downtown! ”

After saying this, Modra blew up.

Oh no, it was Jawdra's teleporter that blew up.

There was a solemn atmosphere, and although he had fallen to the realm of demigods, Carlos knew that the Lich King had begun to watch him.

Under this kind of gaze, I can't do anything at all, and I have no fun hanging the whole picture on the other side.

After all, Modra wasn't her mentor Egwen, she wasn't the guardian Medivan, or she was not a coercive Khadgar, and it was impossible for a portal to teleport to Carlos from thousands of miles away.

But Modra gave her answer.

Merry. Winter wind, if you change people, you may not know who he is.

But Carlos knew.

The key piece to break the game has been found.

If it's Merry. Winter wind, there must be a way to shield the Lich King from prying eyes everywhere.

But how did this dead skull shelf end up in Lordaeron?

He's not supposed to be in Alwyn Forest, right?