"There is great wisdom among the stars, and Azeroth is not alone in the fight against the Burning Legion. In fact, Azeroth was never the primary target of the Burning Legion. But it would be naïve to think that everything is fine and the world is peaceful because of this. When the Burning Legion attacked Ordach, no one stepped forward, and Ordach died; When the Burning Legion corrupted Argus, Naru was late, and as a result, the Legion had two more giants; When Pantheon decides to compete with the Burning Legion to kill people, if we don't stand up, there will really be no hope for this universe. The Legion of Light, sounds interesting, but I'm not going to join because your Mother of Light is retarded. ”

After seeing Carlos off, Medivin stood alone at the window looking at the scenery, and in the empty living room, there was only the pleasant sound of wind chimes.

Carlos, on the other hand, has crossed a distance of tens of millions of light years and come to the "New World".

[There are two parts to the plan, the first part is to falsify the identity to obtain qualifications, and the second part is to participate in the ceremony and win.] 】

The soul contract between Medivin and Carlos has the effect of a mantra, so there is the most basic trust between the two.

It's weird, weird to the point of being supernatural, but Carlos knows that what Medivon said is true, so he comes.

It's a barren world, and Carlos can't even tell if it's an entire planet or a special plane with a distorted spatial structure. But this does not prevent Carlos from making a judgment.

You've come to the right place.

It has nothing to do with the light, it has nothing to do with magic, it is a metaphysics that has been cultivated over the years.

The heart of a warrior.

The whole world reverberated with a sad battle intent, a feeling that penetrated through the pores and penetrated deep into the bone marrow and into the heart.

"Master's spell is really mysterious......

Carlos selectively oblivions the fact that the paladin's spells are as unscientific as they are.

This is a world destroyed by the Burning Legion

This is a not-so-complete world destroyed by the Burning Legion.

It's a world that's falling apart.

This is a world that has completed its vengeance and is not yet dead.

A strange world.

According to Medivan, the Burning Legion, after destroying this world, routinely ruled over its ashes. But with the intervention of the world's last wishes, the agent completed his revenge.

It was an armor, an armor without a master.

For the first time, Carlos remembered his restored Paladin T2 set, the Avenger.

It's really TMD metaphysics.

Because there is no reference, time loses its relevance.

Following the ruins left by the demon, Carlos didn't know how long it took, and finally arrived at a deserted place that looked like a fortress.

Jumping down a steep slope enough to kill millions of witchers, Carlos didn't even need to use the shield to buffer, Medivan's spells protected him for a long time.

Although the corpses have long since weathered and the bones have decayed, the hard buildings themselves have been preserved by the erosion of time, and the traces left on the steel and rock silently tell the story of what happened back then.

Slowing down, Carlos took in the look at his surroundings like a tourist who paid a lot of money for a ticket.

It's a wonderful mood.

I still don't know how long it has been, but I am very conscious, but I have a feeling that Carlos has arrived at the heart of this deserted fortress———— the empty underground square.

It was the remains of an Abyss Lord, a massive skull full of cracks, the fangs on the left side had been broken, the thick breastplate had been pierced, and the war spear in the right hand was full of gaps.

And in front of the bones of this Abyss Lord, a pitch-black thing shrunk into a ball.

This TMD is armor?

Carlos doesn't know if he's dazzled or if Medivin is a liar.

Cautiously walking up to the thing, Carlos felt no sign of a "living thing".

In a world where time has lost its meaning, it is useless to watch the birds, so Carlos reached out and touched the lump.

In an instant, time seemed to start ticking.

Carlos seemed to have seen what had happened, a pitch-black humanoid monster slaying the demons of the Burning Legion one after another, destroying everything she could see. In the end, the pitch-black type fought the new master of the ash world in the fortress of Doom built by the former world rulers.

The power of the Abyss Lord was beyond imagination, which made Carlos deeply puzzled. Hell roars an orc, why did he hack Manolos to death.

Could it be that the difference in strength between different Abyss Lord individuals is so big?

Either because Manolos allotted too much power to corrupt the orcs, or because of the Gromsh before the battle. Hellroar re-drank a large amount of demonic blood.

But the truth no longer matters, as the battle between the unknown Abyss Lord and the eerie pitch-black form captures Carlos' full attention.

Primitive, furious, devoid of skill, vulgar and unaesthetic, not even as good as the Alliance recruits who have just laid down the pitchfork.

But there is another kind of shock, which is unscrupulously venting such an ism———— and having power is to do whatever you want.

After a long battle, the Abyss Leader dried his demonic blood, and the soul fire in his eyes and above his head was gradually extinguished.

In the end, the Abyss Lord used the Incineration Blast, leaving the pitch-black humanoid unharmed.

Then, the victorious monster gradually collapsed from a humanoid form into a "lump".

And Carlos's touch, or Medivan's spell, caused the former Avengers to react.

That is the last mercy of this lingering world.

Carlos was lucid into the dreams woven by the whole world.

Again, again, again, again, to fulfill the mission.

Dressed in pitch-black armor, Carlos is in front of the "former" Abyss Lord.

That lump can be killed, Gromsh can be killed, I can't kill it?

Carlos glanced at his empty right hand, then at his left, and then at the pitch-black version of Ashkandi. The Sword of the Brotherhood has inexplicably appeared in the right hand.

Unable to help but snort softly, it was not surprising that Carlos was surprised that the pride shield of the Lion King that Lothar had used appeared in his left hand.

Come on, fight hard!

Stepping forward, Carlos had no idea of hitting it hard.

It's not that you don't dare, but you don't cut it.

Skill is also part of strength, and a fool is only a fool who punches me and kicks me.

Without the shocking collision, the Abyss Lord lost blood faster.

It's time for you to see what true cruelty is!

Carlos simply didn't allow the Abyss Lord to blow himself up in front of him.

No self-destruction!

Shield slash, kick and lunge, Carlos' power seeped into the Abyss Lord's body, preventing the evil energy from converging towards the core.

"You monster!"

It seemed to be the Abyss Lord's last words, and it seemed to be some other voice.

In a chaotic twist, Carlos "woke up".

"The ceremony was a success!"

"Oh my God, what a dark monster you look at, just looking at it makes you tremble."

"This time, we won!"

It was a language he had never heard before, but it didn't stop Carlos from understanding the meaning.

At this moment, a humanoid creature with two horns stepped forward, bowed to Carlos, and said, "The sincerest respect to the last king of Sparta." ”

Carlos looked at the magic circle under his feet with his peripheral vision, and suddenly realized that he was wearing the piece of armor on his body now......

Wait, this is the visual sense, as if something is wrong!!

"If you still have any unfulfilled wishes, join me in the final victory, for the sake of the cup of heaven that satisfies everything."

……

Carlos felt his spirit take a toll on his spirit, comparable to when he found himself reborn in Azeroth.

"So, you are Lao Tzu's scolding it?"

Carlos said this in a terrible way.