The role of idols is enormous, and the power of example is endless.

But at what cost?

As a child, Carlos used his fantasy mind to speculate about the demigods of Azeroth, fantasizing that one day he would set foot on the altar and ignite the divine fire, punch and kick Cenarius to Malorn, and finally marry Elune to the pinnacle of his life.

Shit ......

Don't care about beating someone else's husband and son and marrying someone else.

The point is that a demigod is not a defective product that can't become a god at all, it's half a god!

The gods are far from the world, they are untouchable and incomprehensible.

To summarize the end in the language of the scarcity of mortal races, the gods are not all-encompassing, but all-encompassing.

Demigods, on the other hand, are gods who walk in the world.

While it is understandable that they can be touched, to mortals, there is no essential difference between demigods and gods.

But at what cost?

Walking in the mortal world as a god, how can you not pay the corresponding price.

Medivan and Egwen's mother and son obviously possess the power to kill gods, and can even look down on more than half of Azeroth's demigods in terms of combat effectiveness, but they are still only mortals in person.

Why?

Carlos once asked the astral mage Medivan this question.

"I can't get out of Azeroth when I get there; Got this far in the astral plane, so I can't go back. ”

The Astral Mage did not answer Carlos's question directly, but combined with his own speculation, Carlos had a rough guess.

The immortality of the demigod is the immortality of the soul, the destruction of the body, and it would be good to be resurrected in the Emerald Dream Realm.

But if you think about this phenomenon more deeply, who is resurrecting those demigods who have died physically?

Or to put it another way, who gave the demigods immortality?

It's an emerald dream, it's the Titan gods.

Before he found out, Carlos wasn't very happy to step into the realm of demigods.

Because the improvement of rank does not mean the improvement of combat effectiveness.

Stepping into the realm of demigods will have many strange and useful abilities, but everything has a familiar process.

At this critical juncture, if you change your life form and become a demigod, you will inexplicably sleep for ten or twenty years......

The daylilies are cold.

According to Carlos's plan, he should at least visit the Shattered Isles and talk to Odin the Guardian after dealing with the Cult of the Damned before considering this issue.

But a plan is always just a plan, and it can't keep up with the pace of change.

The sudden attack of the Elder Gods and the vast unknown conspiracy loom over Azeroth, and Carlos desperately needs new powers to deal with these crises.

"How do I become a demigod?"

Carlos asked the Astral Mage.

"It's good not to refuse."

The Astral Mage replied.

When you reach that level of power, the world you live in will naturally invite you.

Carlos had already vaguely felt the kind of invitation that Medivan had described, an invitation from the world, when he returned to Azeroth.

But this call of the soul is not clear enough, and it seems to be separated by a layer of fog.

This time in the well of the soul crisis, Carlos had this feeling more than once———— as long as he compromised, he could be sublimated immediately.

Not understanding why, Carlos naturally came up with the word compromise.

But he held back.

And now, stimulated by Nesario, Carlos couldn't help it.

Mortals can sing a triumphant song of humanity in the war against the Burning Legion, celebrating the greatness of the Golden Spirit.

But mortals can't fight the gods.

When facing the indescribable existence of the Elder Gods, the level of the demigod level is the lowest level of admission.

With this realization, Carlos no longer resists the call of his soul.

"The upper elves are resisting our continued reinforcement, saying that there is not enough food stock."

"Wait."

"Do orcs really need to be guarded? This is not a country, and our numbers are not enough to create a suppressive advantage over the orcs, Your Majesty, we must guard against it. ”

"Wait."

"Ordnance allocation, troop coordination, battlefield selection, Your Majesty Carlos, it's time to study these."

"Wait."

"Carlos, are you alright, I don't think you look very good, do you need me to mix some herbs for you?"

"Wait...... No, thank you. ”

"Lord Carlos, the arrangement of the magic ceremony is complete."

"Wait."

After returning to Erezaras, various practical problems arose, but Carlos was able to procrastinate, and in the eyes of others, he completely failed to fulfill the duties of a commander.

In this way, under the great crisis, although the coalition forces still maintain the most basic restraint, internal contradictions and conflicts are accumulating and intensifying.

"How long will we have to wait?"

The blue dragon Ethoregus finally couldn't help it and questioned it in public.

"We're running out of time, the stability of the Well of Souls is getting worse, and it's about to strike."

"Tomorrow."

Finally, Carlos replied in the affirmative, and Ethoregus stared into Carlos' eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just turned away and did his own thing.

Shortly after Ethoregus left, Carlos gave the order, and at dawn the next day, all the leaders, large and small, gathered in Crescent Square for a general assembly.

That night, Dandemar, who had disappeared for ten days, returned to Erezaras.

"How's it going?"

"You guessed it. The people above withheld the news. Silisus has already started fighting, with the help of Lord Cenarius, the zerg has not yet broken through the defense line arranged by the Cenarion Council, I heard that the seal set up at the beginning is still working, and the regular army of the zerg is still sealed under the ruins, but those xenomorph insects alone are about to drive the commander of the front line crazy. It was not a question of food at all, but a lack of armament, especially arrows and blades. ”

"What about the north?"

"About Malfurion. I can't hear from Fury, but I heard that Vandal. Deerhelm's journey south is difficult, and Sartre and some other demon are constantly blocking his progress, and he and his druids have not yet been in the Bleak Lands. ”

"yes, what's going on at sea?"

"Tedasil's fleet has a good record, and after this battle, at least ten meritorious captains can be produced, but it can't achieve substantial melee combat at all. Carrying supplies can't break through Naga's blockade, and the battleship's pure combat configuration is not enough range, so supplies can't be transferred from the sea at all. Naga's casualties were very high, and even I could tell that such a blockade would not last long, but it would be enough to bring down the situation in Silisus. ”

"Any other notable information?"

"No, Santis has already left the Feathermoon Fortress for Silishus, so I can't get any more information."

"You've worked hard, hurry up and rest."

Carlos patted Dandemar on the shoulder and said no more.

Vandall. The corruption of the deer helmet did not happen overnight, and before he came into contact with Savis, Vandal Helmet. The Deerhelm is a respected and trusted elder among the Night Elves, and is an indispensable leader of the Night Elves.

But in the current situation, Carlos simply does not have enough intelligence to judge Vandal. Has the Deer Helm been completely dominated by emotion and has taken refuge in the Nightmare King?

Then I just didn't wait.

Carlos is ready to sublimate his personality at tomorrow's rally, suppress all noisy voices with absolute strength, unite the will of the coalition with his personal prestige and charm, and let all the creatures of Eresaras listen to their voices.

This is the power of a demigod.