Stopping his men from following, Carlos stepped into the old house alone.

Unlike the mottled and broken appearance, after entering the gate, there is no musty smell that has been uninhabited for a long time.

When you open the door to the master bedroom, the stillness of time and space and the uncontrollable gravity all tell that it is the handiwork of the bronze dragon.

Who is it?

It's Chromie.

I don't think it's anyone else.

What does it want to do?

What is this calf trying to do when you brought me here, but you don't see me?

Carlos resisted his irritability and began to examine the environment.

No.

Normal.

Or not.

It's business as usual.

Is this a discarded hideout?

Carlos searched carefully, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

But this in itself is the biggest anomaly.

Did you put so much effort into luring yourself over just to say those three words?

Tease you!!

It's impossible, under the external actions of Chromie to make trouble, there are all hidden deep-seated reasons, and simply doing things is not its style.

So there must be something I haven't discovered.

Carlos's mind flashed, his body moved, and he put all the things that had been suspended in the air back into place, and then with a wave of strength, he pulled all the debris to the ground, and then checked whether their shapes symbolized something.

The result is...... Think too much.

Do you also have to consider air resistance and volume collisions?

Carlos, who is no longer what he used to be, already has this kind of power, so he doesn't mind burning his brain and trying it again.

The result is...... Thinking too much.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos stood still, wondering if something was wrong with his solution.

Finally, Carlos thought of a possibility.

Chromie can't be using reverse thinking to trap me here, right?

When you are imprisoned, outside the room, the flow of time is normal!

Carlos brace himself and leave the place, but nothing unusual happened, and his men turned to look at him, with a sense of inquiry in their eyes.

"If someone comes looking for him, let him in, don't try to stop him."

Carlos commanded, and re-entered the room full of puzzles.

It seems that I guessed wrong again.

What the hell is Chromie trying to tell me?

After a few months, Carlos already has a number of [beeps] in his heart about how much strength he has now, and it must not be a trivial matter to be able to make him care so much, so he would rather venture into Alterac City on the eve of the decisive battle, and he must find out.

While Carlos is indulging in the puzzle game, Nefarian has already had a seizure.

Taking the lead in charging has never been his style, and inciting chaos is the choice of the wise.

Alex. Grand Duke Barov Regent seemed to be a gentle and elegant elder, but he was never a good old man who could not see blood.

This can be seen from the fact that he summoned all the forces under his control and all the diehards of the Barov family to the royal palace.

The tightly closed palace gate seemed to tell those careerists, go make trouble, go jump, and ignore me.

The original king is no longer traceable, and the identity of the generalissimo of the Carlos Alliance is enough to suppress the discordant noise. But after his disappearance, there were no longer a few people who tried to overturn the case for Aiden.

After all, it was a bad start, and the crown that the Barov family exchanged for blood and knives told the others that the throne could be obtained in this way.

Those shallow ones don't see the whole picture of the Alliance, they can't understand the thoughts of Terenus, they just know that I can take my place. Instigated by the Cursed Sect and the Black Dragon Legion, Alterac's seemingly peaceful political scene is actually full of powder kegs.

Is the Black Dragon Legion the kind of organization that admits instigation when it suffers a loss?

After finding out the end of the incident, Nefarian began to retaliate, and it was not a day or two before Alterac infiltrated.

Originally, the Black Dragon Prince was ready to rain the flames of destruction on this small kingdom, but during the infiltration, Nefarian was surprised to find that there were really many enemies in Carlos, and at least a quarter of the population of the small city of Alterac were ill-intentioned.

That's interesting.

So, Nefarian himself was involved in the game.

A game of who will be the ultimate winner.

Do you need to ask?

Of course it's me!

So the first people Nefarian agitated were the supporters of the Cursed Sect.

They are foolish people who yearn for mystical powers, self-righteously believing that the Unspeakable Great Being will lead them to "sublimation".

Stupid but inciting, Carlos Paladin's status is enough to keep these guys up in their sleep.

So, in Tirio. By the time Fordin's team arrived at Steinbrad, a few hours away from Alterac City, they were already jumping up and down.

But Alex. Barov's old ginger is really spicy.

No matter how you deal with it, there are pros and cons and disadvantages, and as a result, the Grand Duke Regent has adopted the most iron-clad measure.

Leave it alone.

Because no matter what he does, he will be targeted and used, so he simply does nothing.

No matter how many innocent civilians he has, he will be injured and killed by this commotion.

No matter how many noble lords he is, his family will be ruined because of the return of the king.

Alex. The moment Barov closed the doors of the royal palace, he gave up the stage to these careerists.

Nefarian couldn't help but praise him, as a human, he was really wonderful.

The only problem is that giving up the initiative is tantamount to putting all the odds on his son.

If Carlos. What to do if Barov and his army lost?

While encouraging the guys with ulterior intentions to connect up and down and win the support of the army, Nefarian put his killer move on Carlos.

Why bother so much with a mere human being?

Spiritually immortal, it would be good to destroy him physically.

The Shadow Dragonmen, who are well-versed in the art of assassination, have already set out.

Carlos' counterattack was not taken seriously, and Nefarian pretended to be busy just to get his father's praise.

As a result, the sky was getting brighter, and standing on the walls of Alterac, you could already faintly see the flags in the distance.

In the city of Alterac, the civilian area was deadly silent, there was not even a few wisps of cooking smoke, all the houses were closed, and the windows were filled in without a trace of light. The residential area belonging to the aristocracy is full of traffic and a thriving busy scene.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

After all, Alterac nominally had an army of 100,000, and Carlos never imagined that the kittens could open the city without bloodshed under his own banner.

So when Quel'Salas was a guest, there was already an envoy with his letter to contact the powerful generals of Alterac.

When Ymir hurriedly felt Tirio. When Ferding was in front of him, the first question he asked was this question.

However, Tirio. Fording could only answer him: no comment.

"Lord Tirio, you must understand that if this is a hoax, you will die without a place to bury!"

After such a threat, the cavalry general of Alterac left the command tent.

The same question, from many different mouths, Tyrio. Ferding was also a little overwhelmed.

According to the plan, many of Carlos' supporters arrived as promised, but as the absolute core of this army, Carlos played mysterious.

"Tirio, what the hell do you think Carlos is thinking?"

"I can probably understand that he doesn't really trust these people. But I wonder where his faith comes from. The defenders of Alterac are more than 20,000, and if we don't rely on these men and horses who came as promised, just two or three thousand of us, let alone siege the city, it is a question of whether we can leave the Alterac Mountains alive. ”

Tirio. Ferding whispered to Sedan. Da Sohan said.

"Besides, Anhador's defenders ..... you know."

"Well, we can only trust Carlos."

Both Carlos and his opponents hid their cards behind the scenes.

And Carlos, when mathematics could not answer his doubts, decisively chose metaphysics.

Entering a meditative state, Carlos seeks answers from the all-powerful Light.

Outside Alterac, the first wave of assassinations arrived.