Carlos. Barov fell into a deep state of anxiety.

Because of a miraculous victory.

Although a gag order was issued to the surviving subordinates, rumors of the Demon Slayer War still spread.

Don't ask why you came up with a name for the Demon Slayer, Carlos has also heard people say it.

Although it is rumored that this thing is basically nine false and one true is very exaggerated, but for the second reprocessing of this already exaggerated truth, it is not true to the sky.

I used to brag with others, but it was my buddy/friend/comrade-in-arms/aunt/aunt who said it, don't tell anyone else.

What's going on now?

If it weren't for the card king's order to seal up, see if I don't blow up XXXXXXX for you! Breathing of the Sun Warning!!

Fortunately, human beings are an empirical species, and the truth that cannot be understood is no different from a lie to the general public.

So Carlos didn't pursue who exactly was leaking.

Recalling that battle carefully, Carlos, who had calmed down, did not have the slightest excitement and pride, but was replaced by deep fear.

Carlos was scared.

He had no way of recalling his state of mind at the time.

I thought I could win, so I went up recklessly, and I won.

This hot-blooded boys' style of painting really doesn't match Azeroth's style.

Carlos clearly remembered that his rational judgment at the time was that he should have tried his best to escape, but he did not understand why he had been reckless.

The more terrifying fact is that he won the battle.

The smell of disobedience and intrigue is too strong.

Especially with the old demon of Warimas, as a reference.

Carlos vaguely remembered that at that time, he had already come into contact with the realm of demigods, and the power of his whole body was about to burst out, and he had to do his best to press it to the ground and rub it against Valimas.

It's a great battle to go all out to stabilize half of the head

With this as a reference point, it is not difficult for Carlos to make a roughly accurate positioning of his strength.

That is, it is impossible for him to win under the siege of the previous demon and under the joint restraint of the four fear demon kings.

This is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change.

Carlos was mentally prepared to pay a terrible price.

The result?

Carlos has a huge disadvantage! Carlos' face is like ashes! Carlos is in poor formation! Carlos fights and retreats! Carlos is in a dilemma! Carlos has no way to escape! Carlos is ridden in the face by the Dreadlord! Carlos Reckless Explodes! Oh, this holy light, this holy light has made a meritorious service! Carlos wins!

This is called Carlos, how to write a post-war summary for a professional general.

I can't explain it.

Behind all the weird events, there is either a black hand behind the scenes, or a larger conspiracy lurks.

Carlos couldn't imagine how the Legion demons lined up to give away heads.

So the unknown frightened him.

Add to that the huge difference between rational judgment and combat instinct at that time.

This caused Carlos to feel a sense of uncontrollable trepidation.

Just like in a top-level football game, when you volley the world wave to score a goal and kill your opponent, the eyes of the world are focused on you with the camera...... Kicked off the boot and broke a hole in the thumb sock on the foot.

Carlos felt bad.

Why are there so many demons, and why do you win.

Most importantly, what is behind all this?

The inexplicable result led Carlos to believe that he was seriously lacking in information.

As a result, the purge that should have been carried out immediately was delayed.

On the other side, Chromie, who was dressed in the shape of Medivan, pretended to be a ghost and fooled Gianna to fool Tyrenus non-stop. Minecil II.

But the result was not very good, Carlos's old father-in-law was in a particularly stubborn stage of imminent death, and directly sent the three words of Chromie ———— song dirty.

Chromie pondered for a long time, and felt that it seemed to make no difference, so he rushed to Keldarron.

In the luna's plan, Akmund is an important tool that must descend on Azeroth, so the hidden purpose behind Chromie's plan to pretend to be a ghost is clear.

Persuade Gianna to go west and establish a fortress city that the ghost knows is not called Theramore.

Persuade Terenus to be careful with his son so that the Alliance can prepare its forces as soon as possible.

But this doesn't seem to be very important, the old man obviously won't live that long.

In the penultimate step, persuade the King of Alterac to release the water and let Thrall's orcs go west.

Then the last step is to go to Sal and pretend to be a magic stick, and then brush the elf's face.

That's the perfect plan.

However, when Chromie Madivan lands on the terrace of the Castle in the Heart of the Lake of Kelldaron, she is greeted by Carlos with a Sdomka in his hand.

"O King of Alterac, I have brought you ......"

"Shh

Carlos pressed his left index finger to his lips, signaling the "Medivan" in front of him to be quiet.

Then, there was a heavy and sad blow.

This birdman is hairy, and it has come to my head?

Carlos felt incomprehensible, and the astral mage Medivan personally handed over his inheritance in Azeroth to himself, when suddenly another "Medivan" popped up to give him the apocalypse!

Cut it and talk about it.

"Heroes spare their lives!"

Finding that he couldn't stop the sword at all, Chromie decisively knelt down and begged for mercy.

As a result, Medivan's illusion dissipated into the light and shadow effects of magical particles.

"Are you...... Chromie? ”

Carlos couldn't help but rub his eyes, and then felt ridiculous and at the same time seemed to be nothing wrong.

At this time, although it was Chromie kneeling and begging for mercy, and Carlos was holding a fierce dragon with a knife, Chromie was not panicked at all.

Because in her vision, the dissipating power was haunting Carlos, distorting his will and perception.

"Well, it's me."

"Why you?"

"Well, do you believe me telling the truth?"

"You can guess."

"I guess you won't ask me to guess."

After a bunch of nonsense, Chromie noticed that Carlos's attitude had become kind.

So, she said what she wanted Carlos to do.

"This is a betrayal of the Union."

"It's a salvation for the world."

"I ...... Will consider. ”

"Then, you think about it first, I still have to go beforehand."

Glancing at the bloodthirsty blade in Carlos's hand, Chromie decisively recognized the man who had run away.

Carlos was left alone on the terrace in a daze as if he had dropped from an online game.

Egwen, who came from the tail of Chromie, hid his figure and fell to Carlos's side, watched carefully for a moment, sighed silently, and quietly left.

The previous Warden had largely guessed the Luna's intentions, but he couldn't see it really.

But looking at Carlos, the "darling" of the moon god, she understands that this is the world that is afraid that the world will once again fall into a sea of corpses and blood.

After a while, Carlos "came to life" as if he had been disconnected.

He cautiously examined the terrace, but could not find the familiar aura he had just perceived, so he wondered for a moment and turned to leave.

"It's time to settle Hillbride's orc problem."

Carlos whispered quietly.

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