Sylvanas closed her eyes, and images of the past came to mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She didn't regret her choice, even though Karl had repeatedly asked, and even almost commanded, to leave Silvermoon and Quel'Thalas if the war went badly.

But she couldn't, she couldn't leave the home where she was born and raised, and even more so Carl, his only love, had not been heard from for years, and even for the elves who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, Sylvanas felt that every day was an ordeal.

Now, she can finally let go of the heavy burden on her shoulders.

Carl, I'm coming.

The icy breath of Frost Sorrow sent Sylvanas shivering.

"Bang!"

Sylvanas felt as if a gust of wind was blowing through him, and the cold suddenly left, replaced by a familiar warmth.

"Am I dead?"

Sylvanas opened her eyes and looked at the familiar figure in front of her who was gazing affectionately at her, hot tears sliding down her face.

"Little fool." Carl gently wiped away the crystal tears, "I'm back." ”

Sylvanas couldn't hold back any longer, and threw herself into the warm, familiar embrace.

"Your hair ......"

After a long while, Sylvanas raised her head and caressed Karl's face with tears of joy, but suddenly saw Karl's white hair like silver threads.

With a hint of grief on his face, Karl shook his head slightly.

"I'll tell you slowly, now ......," Karl gently lowered her hand, "let me deal with the filth first." ”

The soldiers of the Scourge had recovered from the shock of their commander being blown away. Although they don't know where the guy in front of him with a blue uniform and a strange pattern on his chest came from, the will of the Lich King gave them the simplest and most direct orders.

The Scourge Soldier roared and rushed at Karl.

Two pale golden rays shot straight at them, and the tidal wave of natural calamity soldiers didn't even have time to scream, and they were melted into a pile of black powder by the blazing rays, which dispersed with the wind......

The undead soldiers, who had no idea what fear was, had no sense of their companion's death and pounced on Carl one after another. With a grim smile, Carl disappeared in place.

A wind colder than Northrend swept in, and Carl flew through the air and breathed cold breath at the undead soldiers on the ground. The frost quickly crawled all over the bodies of the undead, and the ice sealed them completely. A dazzling golden light swelled in Karl's hand, swelling, condensing—

Gather the Holy Light together and deal massive damage to enemies like a bomb. Carl called this new skill the Holy Light Bomb.

The ball of light between the hands grew larger and larger, shining like a small sun. The undead soldier looked up at Carl above his head, roaring and swinging his weapon, unaware of the impending devastating blow.

"Boom!"

A high-purity light bomb larger than a washbasin exploded among the undead soldiers.

When the light enough to brighten the blind dissipated, all those who were frozen in ice or mechanically carrying out the Lich King's orders to wave their weapons at Karl disappeared as if they had never been here.

He ...... He's ......"

As the new favorite of the Lich King, the Immortal Force has given Arthas a qualitative boost. Whether it is the immortal body or the strength, he has surpassed his original hero rank and has risen to the legendary level. Unfortunately, he was met by an angry Carl.

Carl's blow from the sky slammed the entire armor on Arthas's chest deep into his ribcage, and the Death Knight's chest was almost completely sunken, and he could clearly feel that his heart and other internal organs had been punctured to shreds by broken bones. If not an immortal body with an undead soul......

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure, Arthas's eyes were full of shock and disbelief!

"He's Carl, the god of war of the Alliance! A guy with a mysterious identity and an incomparably powerful identity is really enviable and jealous, isn't it? ”

Kel'thugad's voice rang in Arthas's ears. Arthas was convinced that the man who resembled the white wolf, who was easier than the civilians he had slaughtered in Stratholme, was indeed Karl, the god of war whom he had always worshipped.

"He is now our enemy......"

Arthas smiled wryly. When the Orc War took place, Arthas was just a young child, and he had never even seen Carl fight. Seeing that almost half of the tens of thousands of natural disaster soldiers had disappeared in just a few breaths, Alsace's already cold heart was even more like falling into the abyss.

Kel'thugad no longer spoke, and any language pale in the face of overwhelming strength.

After the Holy Light Bomb, the entire square was empty. As if they had been given orders, the Scourge soldiers did not continue to rush forward to deliver Karl's head.

The undead soldiers, who were as quiet as stone, abruptly parted and made way for them.

Tik Dios and Anubarak strode towards the square.

"We're meeting again, Carl El...... Oh no. Now I should call you Carl Sunset. Unexpectedly, 10,000 years later, you would give up your identity as a messenger of the stars and become the god of war of these weak ants. Tut-tut......"

"Tikdios." Karl didn't believe that Tikdios didn't know that he was under thirty years old, and he didn't believe that as a staff officer of the Burning Legion, he didn't know much about the timelines.

"That's your last word?"

Ticdios' words relieved Karl for at least one thing - that is, what happened in the timeline of the War of the Ancients had quietly changed in the world that Karl was in. In this case, there is hope for the recovery of Onexia.

"Last words? Hah-" Tikdios laughed, as if he had heard the joke of the century, clutching his stomach and staggering. "Carl Sunset, do you think that by luck, with the power of the artifact, you can defeat Lord Akmund? I'm afraid you don't know that Lord Akmund has been resurrected, the shadow of the Burning Legion will once again loom over the world, and Kil'Gardan and Lord Akmund will surely descend on Azeroth once again! ”

Karl's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glint of shooting.

Akmund didn't die!

Karl, who knew the methods of the Burning Legion, had already screwed off Akmund's entire head and burned it to ashes with heat rays, but he didn't expect to be able to be resurrected.

It seems that the only way to deal with the Burning Legion is to completely purify their souls together.

Karl suddenly thought of an artifact that was designed to deal with souls. )