Anomaly Of Warcraft

#155-Chapter 155

The Tustingos left the camp when the sky was dim, and returned when the sun was slanting west.

When returning to the camp, the troll mercenaries carried one or two in their hands, three or five more, all troll heads.

Standing on the high platform, Carlos watched his mercenaries throw the enemy's head to the ground, and then went to find the cook soldiers to find food, which felt quite good.

"I didn't expect that these mercenaries of yours did a very good job."

Alleria said the same, her emotions could not be tasted in her tone.

"It looks like the casualties are small."

Turalyon observed and expressed his opinion.

The troll's shoulders will shake when walking because of a problem with its body structure. If humans walked like this, they would be extremely awkward and unstable. But relative to humans, trolls just look unstable, but actually do not affect their ability to act at all.

Carlos watched the trolls drop the head and swayed away. Soon, the heads harvested by the Tustingo were piled up into a hill.

"Your Majesty, Gottajin wants to see you."

The guard loosened the straps of his hand armor to make his elbow more flexible, and then climbed up the platform to report to Carlos.

"Then let's go, my cavalry haven't come back yet, let's listen to what the trolls have gained."

After Carlos finished speaking, he bent over and supported the edge of the high platform with one hand, jumped directly down, stood firmly, and then strode towards the camp. Alleria shook her head boringly, turned somersaults in the air, and landed steadily, following closely behind. Turalyon sighed and looked at Carlos and Alleria, who hadn't waited for what he meant. They moved their joints and rushed out. After landing, they rolled in a circle to relieve their strength and got up to chase the two of them. companion.

The guard who passed the order stretched out his head and looked at the three-meter-high platform. He dispelled the idea of ​​jumping down and decided to walk the ladder honestly.

"Are all the generals of the alliance monsters?" The guard muttered, and climbed back down the ladder.

In the camp, Gottajin reported the situation and intelligence gains of today's battle. Carlos praised Gottajin and his Tustingos unreservedly, and promised generous rewards.

"But Your Majesty, you reward their original owners with the property plundered from Zumasha, is this really good?"

Gou Tajin asked with a confused look, his words made the faces of other humans in the camp very unsightly.

"Gou Tajin, you are good at lingua franca, but you haven't learned it home yet." Carlos looked startled, then smiled again. "In Zumashar, they are just objects for the burial of the dead. They can neither be forged into weapons, nor can they be used as food to fill the hunger, so when we took them away, you were not very opposed to them."

"Yes, it is. But now I understand that they can buy food and weapons, and even slaves."

Gou Tajin stated his thoughts truthfully.

"Why do you think the value of these properties will change?" Carlos asked.

"I have thought about it, but I can't say it clearly." Gottajin replied.

"Because you have joined us, because you have become allies from enemies. Gottajin, please cherish this covenant. This is the most precious gift I give you Moss Trolls. Then, use these rewards and rewards for you. Buy some delicious food, I will say hello to the quartermaster." Carlos said impassionedly.

"I seem to understand, Your Majesty."

Gottajin nodded thoughtfully, but there was still confusion in his eyes.

"Don't worry, think slowly, the new troll is not made in a day."

As Carlos said, he took out an oak barrel with a capacity of about five liters from the corner and stuffed it into Gottajin's arms.

"What I promised just now is the reward from the Alliance to the Tustin Gou Mercenary Group. This is my personal reward to you, Go Tajin, my warrior." Carlos said with a smile.

Gou Tajin hugged the oak barrel with one hand, unplugged the cork in the other hand and smelled it, and the corners of his mouth grinned with satisfaction.

"Then, Your Majesty Carlos, thank you for your reward. If there are no other instructions, I will leave first."

"Go down and rest."

"Then I will leave first."

After Gotajin left the camp with the clansmen standing behind and returned to the troll camp, the troll leader threw the wine barrel to others, beckoning them to drink by themselves and ignore themselves.

"Gou Tajin, why do you want to anger the king of mankind?" his deputy asked.

"Because humans want us to be stupid." Gottajin replied.

"But shouldn't we fully demonstrate our value?" Gottajin's deputy was confused by the leader's capricious words.

"Yes, our value is to be stupid and able to fight, and we did a good job today. I, Gottajin, a little clever dead-headed sutra, hahaha."

Gou Tajin didn't know what he thought of, and laughed.

"It's a good wine, don't you want some?"

"From the moment you elected me to be Gottajin, I didn't drink."

Gou Tajin refused the wine glass from his subordinates without hesitation.

But after the trolls of the Tastingou mercenary group left, the generals of the alliance quarreled and quarreled.

"Carlos, the Horde is planning a big conspiracy. Look at these fragments that your trolls have found, these fragments infected with weird energy, these fragments of runestones. Although the orcs are not known outside, what they want to do We will destroy anything! We must never let them succeed, time is running out!"

"Alleria, just because we don’t know what the tribe is planning, we should be more careful about everything. We don’t know if we can get more support from your tribe, and we are in a disadvantaged position. We need more information. !"

Although Turalyon is crazy about Alleria and regards her as his goddess, as the adjutant of the alliance, this young paladin has never forgotten his identity as a general. At a critical moment, he will never Because of the paranoia of the goddess in his mind, his subordinates are allowed to take risks.

"I think it's better for us to divide our forces and use the asymmetry of tribal intelligence to play a few games and reduce the number of trolls first?"

"The trolls have more than 10,000 according to intelligence, and there are nasty things like kobolds and Lin Jing, and we, plus the elves, are no more than 6,000. I don't think it is a good idea to divide the troops."

"After all, there is still insufficient intelligence. We don't know what the guy named Zujin is planning."

Listening to the arguing and noisy people around him, Carlos was slightly distracted.

Zujin shouldn't worry, the real difficulty is how to stop Gul'dan.

My own butterfly has caused a storm in time and space, and the memory of the previous life can no longer be completely trusted, and can only be used as a reference. So, what is Gul'dan planning now?

Carlos didn't care about how much damage the high elves suffered. He only cared about how much the unstable factor of Gul'dan would have on the Alliance.

After all, the runestone is a totally unmagical ghost thing.

"Enough, I have a word to ask you all to listen."

Carlos's yelling calmed the scene.

"Alleria, you find a way to spread the wind, you have invited an army of 20,000 humans, ready to cooperate with Quel'Thalas' defenders to completely wipe out the trolls, and target Zu Aman. Second, the whole army is prepared for ten. Dry food for the day."

Carlos slammed his fist on the battle map.

"No matter how many ways the tribe comes, I only fight all the way. Defensive combat is not my style."

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