In the night sky of Azeroth, there are two moons, the white, eternally mellow one called the White Lady, which is said to be the courtyard of the moon god and is the abode of Elune. The blue one, the one that is forever missing, is called the Blue Child, some say it is Elune's back garden for her children and husband, some say it is where Luna's sister lives, and some say it is Elune's prison where Evil Moon is bound.

However, Fang Brick once said to Carlos that calculating the gravitational and tidal changes of the planet, there should be a third moon between the White Lady and the Blue Child, and through the spectral analysis of the pure crystal, it should be a red moon.

Fang Brick deduces the results with rigorous magical doctrine and tells Carlos that the Red Child is not supposed to be a regular sphere, but is likely to be square.

Carlos couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It's not a whimsical to laugh at the bricks, he's even experienced it through rebirth, and there's nothing Carlos doesn't believe.

The problem is that a square braincase, righteous words, and careful talk to you about "red children" is square......

In the end, Carlos spent a hundred gold coins to appease Uncle Fang's wounded heart because of his mouth debt.

Sitting on a lying cow stone, Carlos found that although he couldn't see a single moon today, the entire night sky was red, and it seemed that Uncle Fang Brick had two brushes.

Three months are bright, one is bright and one is dark, and one is hidden.

Three-color moonlight, one round and one missing.

Forgetting whether it was the previous life or the current generation, and forgetting where he saw or heard, Carlos remembered a sentence.

The circle is in the hometown, the lack is in the end of the world, and the square is in the dream.

"Your Majesty, within a radius of ten miles, thirty-one members of the guards have returned, and nineteen are missing."

The chief of the guard reported to Carlos.

Humans' teleportation magic technology is still immature. Long-distance transmission is prone to a variety of problems.

Carlos was already very satisfied with the safe return of more than sixty percent of the personnel, and the rest ...... Leave it to fate.

The assembly site after the separation has been arranged in advance, and a thorough plan has been made, and the rest is to look at the face.

It's not Carlos who cares about human life and lives in this troubled world. Either die of stupidity or die of doing, the difference is also a matter of dying early and dying later. When Carlos was the first to step through the portal, the guards had no resentment, and the rest was left to their fate.

"Is it worth it?" Aurelia was resting on the grass beside her, her poor human teleportation skills making her extremely uncomfortable, and it had been almost three hours since the afternoon.

"It's worth it. Danas is a friend of mine, and Uncle Beerras blocked my knife in Hinterland. Now that they are in trouble, how can I stand idly by? ”

Carlos answered Aurelia's question and stood up.

"Give up searching. Fifteen minutes later, everyone assembled, ready to go, and the goal was Dunhold. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Although Carlos's reasons are high-sounding, they are not all.

Because Tanhime overheard an internal meeting at Fort Riptide.

The permanent stalker, who had only five combat power, accidentally overheard the truth of the incident during an operation.

The denigration of Uncle Biglas comes from the internal power struggle of the Riptide regime.

Solas, the current supreme ruler of Riptide Castle, is fifty-three years old, and he is considered to be a long life in Azeroth. However, Solas has no heirs, so his scepter will eventually be taken over by one of his brothers.

Originally. Biglas. Bertone is very probable and prestigious. However, Uncle Biglas's fate is now unknown. Then Danas became a backup supporter of their faction.

To denigrate Beglas is to erase the legitimacy of Danas's succession.

And Wu Ping is just an innocent victim of this power dispute.

Now that Hilbride has been shattered into nothing, Gilneth and Lordaeron have also mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources to deal with the tribal attack, but the Rapids Fort regime in the Arathi Highlands has only used conventional troops to deal with this race war that has been fought for more than a year because of the protection of the Saldo Bridge and the Soradin Wall.

Except for Lordaeron, so to speak. Fort Riptide has the greatest war potential, and if it is fully mobilized, Fort Riptide can also send 100,000 strong men to participate in the war, and there is no need for Lordaeron to provide food and grass.

At this special time, it has a special status. This gives the supreme ruler of Riptide a special voice within the Alliance.

So the people who smear and vilify Bigras are people from within the Tolbaine family.

This is a political conspiracy to take advantage of the special form of war.

Wu Ping, an innocent political victim.

In this particular battle, force is useless, and the competition is wisdom, authority, and potential.

Might, momentum, people's hearts.

In this special battle, Carlos had no troops to rely on, he could only rely on the bloody wind of his body, taking advantage of Quel'Salas's entry into the alliance, and in the trial where the alliance's high-level leaders gathered, to make his voice heard.

As the voice of the king.

Not only for friends, but also for yourself.

Carlos wants the League to listen to him.

After a long period of preparation, the balance of the war has been tilted in favor of the Alliance, although the Horde still has the advantage in combat, but the Alliance has recovered its disadvantage at the campaign level, and in terms of strategy, the Lordaeron Kingdoms, who have seen the brutality of the Orcs, have begun to fully mobilize one after another, and time is on the side of the Alliance.

In the foreseeable future of victory, whoever has a louder voice will get more benefits.

"Your Majesty, we found a squad of orcs in the southwest, about a hundred or so."

The guards who were gradually closing in brought the latest news.

"Ah, this kind of moonlight is just right for seeing blood."

Carlos stretched and stood up from the stone.

When commanding a large army, as a commander-in-chief, Carlos must take care of the overall situation, and the so-called fight is more of a show to boost morale.

And the battle of more than 1,000 people, in fact, the role of the individual has been weakened, and this kind of battle with a scale of 100 people is Carlos's favorite.

With the help of his guards, Carlos didn't need to estimate his back, and he didn't have to worry about the cold arrows in the shadows, and the king of Alterac only had enemies waiting to die and enemies fleeing.

As if under the influence of the Crimson Moon, Carlos felt himself becoming bloodthirsty.

"Aurelia. Going? ”

Carlos asked.

"What do you think?"

Under the crimson moon, Aurelia seems to be infected too, and with no one around to take care of, the Avenger of the Windranger family props up his head with the back of his hand and shows a twisted and pleasant smile.

That's the smile that belongs to the Avengers.

The previous generalissimo Aurelia was just a disguise for the grief of the loss of a loved one, and at this moment, this crazy woman who exudes brutal malice is the Aurelia who has liberated her inner constraints.

My heart is broken. How can a smile not be hideous.

"Are we really going to trouble the orcs? There are three times as many people on the other side as we are! ”

The newly added guards whispered to the seniors, and what they got was the merciless taunts of the seniors.

"Don't use your brain to think about problems, all you need to do is follow Your Majesty and then hack and kill."

Carlos didn't notice the hiccup behind him, and he reached out to Aurelia and grabbed the female ranger's palm, pulling Aurelia up from the ground.

Carlos, a High Elf face blind, could not see the face of the elf in front of him, but he could see the smile that was almost bent into the shape of a crescent.

"Do you want to compare?"

Carlos asked in a good mood.

"You're happy, I'm free."

Aurelia said in a slightly trembling voice.

Burning Plains. Tyrone. The Storm Altar built by the Blood Demon Overseer has been completed.

In order to catch up with the schedule, many humans, dwarves, slaves, prisoners of war, and even orcs died of exhaustion on the construction site, falling into the hot lava.

But for Guldan, these are only insignificant sacrifices.

Because today, tonight, under this scarlet moonlight, the Burning Legion will be ten thousand years later. Once again, there is a Legion Commander level of the Great Demon standing above the land of Azeroth.

Under Gul'dan's guidance, a huge void energy tore through the barriers of space. Tall as a mountain and with unparalleled might, it crossed the rift in time and space, appearing in the Burning Plains, in the Storm Altar.

Overlord, Kazak, this nearly 100-meter-tall demon only relied on his passive talent and fear aura to make the three hundred human sacrifices prepared by Guldan die of fright.

"I've heard the cunning speak of you. Orcs, good, you're good. ”

Absorbing the frightened and desperate soul of the sacrifice, Kazak bestowed the reward of the Gul'dan Legion.

"My hands, reap despair. My feet are out of the flames of war. I even if I am the hegemon, Kazak! ”

Unabashedly revealing his real name, Kazak ignited Guldan.

Tyrone. The Blood Demon watched all this in horror, not knowing how his master had angered the Great Demon in front of him.

But soon, Tyrone. The Blood Fiend realized that he had missed something, and in the flames of shadows, Gul'dan looked happy and contented.

"Legion, is this the power of the Burning Legion?"

After absorbing Kazak's gift, Guldan's whole person became more unpredictable and unfathomable.

"Continue to serve the Legion, orcs, thousands of worlds are waiting for the Legion to conquer."

After Kazak finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew away, thinking about the direction of the Dark Gate.

And inside the Underground Mirror Tower of the Karazan Tower, Egwen. Magna seemed to be in a daze in front of the crystal coffin containing the body of her son, Medivan.

"It's still a little bit closer, and there's one last piece of debris, so it's hard to do."

Egwen muttered to himself.

"Huh? Maybe a big demon's horn as a medium is a good idea. But now I don't have the strength to torture and kill the Great Demon head-on, so it's hard to do. I need to do some preparation. ”

The former Guardian has broken his heart and broken his heart in order to expel the fragments of Sargeras's soul and resurrect his son, fulfilling the duty of a mother.

Medivan's death is both the end and the beginning.

Egwene had completed the reshaping of his son's body, and the problem now was that the last fragment of Sargeras's soul was hidden too deep for the female mage to trace.

But the sudden appearance of the sky-high demonic aura before gave the female mage a new idea.

Perhaps it could be a trap to lure the last fragment of Sargeras's soul into manifesting itself.

Then, the last Guardian, Medivan, will be reborn and truly free and independent in this world.

This is the responsibility of the ancestors and the love of the mother.

The defeat of 10,000 years ago made Kazak have a deep impact on Azeroth.

However, what the overlord didn't know was that at the moment, it was already in the mood for a difficult opponent. (To be continued......)