The moment he touched the stele, Carlos' heart beat a beat slower.

And then nothing happened.

Carlos turned his head to look at Sylvie suspiciously. Morgan.

"Close your eyes."

Sylvie said softly.

Well, turning his head to scan the ancient text on the stele, Carlos closed his eyes.

In an instant, Carlos was shocked by a whirling weightlessness that turned around, and when he came back to his senses, Carlos found himself the world.

Non-god, non-holy, extraordinary and non-spiritual, this body is even the world, and the world is even itself.

I, Carlos. Barov, is this stele.

I am all the history recorded by the stone tablet.

To look at oneself is to look back at history.

Carlos indulged in the thrill of dominating everything.

The world is under control, no need to conquer, no surrender, no need to defend, no need to plunder.

Even God, that's it.

Despite all the strange feelings, Carlos quickly woke up from the thrill of this false power.

Because this "world" is too small.

The starting point of history begins with the Arachi Alliance.

At that time, the ancestors were still alive, and the forest trolls, despite their rampant nature, did not have the courage to run wild in the Arathi Heights, and the human race was scattered into countless tribes to live freely in the land.

Then, the elves came, and the fellows who called themselves the High Elves came, bringing covenants and magic.

Contrary to modern human imagination, the unification of the Arathas Empire and the alliance with Quel'Thalas did not happen overnight.

Although the new humans were full of fear and yearning for magic, the ancestors did not care.

Besides, the High Elves are not a good thing, if it weren't for the fact that the ancestors still existed and the strength still existed, where would those arrogant pointed ears have the leisure to talk about friendship and covenants with weak humans.

On the one hand, there is the pressure of the trolls, and on the other hand, the pressure from the High Elves. The ancestors thought that the days of human freedom were over and that it was time to regroup.

So, each tribe sent its best representatives to a test of strength and wisdom.

Thus, the first aristocracy was born.

Noble comes from responsibility.

When the humans scattered throughout the Arathi Heights converged, the overwhelming numerical superiority made the High Elves desperate. Begin to face up to the power of humanity.

The war that decided the fate of Lordaeron had been prepared for a long time and ended quickly.

Later, it was thought that it was the number of humans and the magic of the elves that overwhelmed the empire of trolls.

But the reality is that in front of the Iron Body, the troll's most powerful warrior can only die with hatred.

Many ancestors' bodies have begun to decay under the erosion of the long years, and for the sake of the children's future, many ancestors have no intention of coming back alive at all.

Thirteen thousand high elves, one hundred thousand humans, against three hundred thousand trolls. 300,000 Amani Imperial Army.

And the ancestors were less than six hundred.

The war lasted one day and two nights.

In the face of the warriors of steel and the torrent of magic, the trolls were completely defeated, and the rule of the Amani Empire over Lordaeron was ended.

Now that the union has been generated, how can it be divided for no reason, in front of this stone tablet, all human beings have made an alliance of blood, and the Alaso Empire has been officially established.

And the exhausted ancestors gradually faded out of the stage of history.

This is the origin of the "bloodline contract".

From the founding of the empire to the time of Soladin the Great. Carlos saw human affection, friendship, and love, but also human cunning, deceit, and betrayal.

Huddle together for warmth because of weakness. Expansion because of greed.

Lordaeron is so blessed, the elves are in a safe corner, the trolls are powerless, and the vast world follows the human race.

When the royal family could no longer control the high citizens of Riptide Castle, the empire existed in name only.

Soladin's heirs did not want to be in the company of ill-intentioned courtiers, and they did not want to be intrigued by interests. So I chose to go south.

The last living patriarch chose to walk with the children.

After a two-hundred-year migration, the humans who traveled south arrived in a blessed place, which was named Alwin.

And the last Patriarch, after witnessing the restoration of Stormwind, decided to die alone and wait for his imminent death.

Children are already able to survive on their own. The mission of the ancestors has been accomplished.

Like awkward children, the Ancestors were not as concerned about the division of the empire as the new humans. The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, as long as human beings prosper.

As a result, this stone tablet, this "bloodline contract" was taken away by the last ancestor.

Although their own death was foreseen, the life of the Viku people was still long.

For a hundred years, Yingli continued to be weak, but it was not yet the moment of death.

In a seclusion in the Red Ridge Mountains, supported by a small village, the last ancestors lived out their old age in peace.

However, the civil war between the dwarves, while not related to the Elwyn Forest and Stormwind, is related to the humans of the Red Ridge Mountains.

The Black Iron Dwarves maintain a basic friendship with the humans who inhabit the Red Ridge Mountains, but Thorrison's ambitions have brought the war to the peaceful Red Ridge Mountains.

In order to prepare for the unexpected, Yingli used her appeal to gather thousands of miles of humans in the vicinity.

If you are not of my race, you shall not believe it all.

However, Young-ri is not a god and cannot foresee the impending disaster.

Even though all the preparations had been made, in front of the power of the Fire Demon King, the human race was so small.

The monstrous flame was no longer an adjective at this moment, and the world was only red and black.

The red is the sky, and the black is the earth.

More than 100,000 humans were killed by the relentless flames of the cataclysm, and many more died in the aftermath of the mutation.

And Yingli is in a position where you can see the King of the Fire Demon who wields his endless anger with just the naked eye.

Unwillingness, distress, remorse, anger.

Even the body of steel was barely able to defend itself in the face of the flames of the burning sky.

No one can save it, and no one will be spared.

Ying Li looked around, only the charred humanoid wreckage, and the world was dead silent.

Rush all the way back to your secluded village, where the burning world is only corpses.

Although the high temperature activated Yingli's body, it consumed what little vitality she had left.

When Sylvie was found in the stone room where the "Bloodline Contract" was kept, Eiri couldn't help but cry.

Whoever it is, save this child!

In her cry, the burning sky seemed to clear up.

Yingli, whose life had come to an end, fell to her knees and turned her head with difficulty, seeing a pair of eyes as clear as moonlight.

Carlos's heart began to stir.

This is a figure that the world cannot record, this is a beauty that cannot be described in words, this is a figure that cannot be desecrated by a statue, and under the light gauze feather coat is a pair of eyes full of compassion.

Elune!

The moon god once descended on the small mountain village where the tribulation occurred. (To be continued.) )