Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Master Zujin, the enemy's defense line is faltering, please allow us orcs and allies to share the last glory."

Coramar petitioned Zukin with words that he considered connotative and literary. During the whole day of fighting, Zujin wanted to show his orc allies the strength of the troll, and Kolamar was also interested in observing the combat effectiveness of the troll. So in the daytime battles, the trolls kept charging, and the orcs kept applauding.

The sky is already gloomy. Looking from the sky to the ground, the torches in the troll camp have been connected to the galaxy on the ground, and the Milky Way in the sky complements each other.

Zujin is determined to revive the trolls, starting tonight. The elves who defeated or even killed Alleria Windrunner and defeated the old enemy Quel'Thalas for thousands of years are right in front of them.

"It's a great honor, Lord Kolamar, the soldiers who have eaten will continue to attack the enemy's defenses. Now, let your orc warriors get ready. After the sky is completely dark, we will launch our final attack. Use this The depth of the night bury the enemy's hope for life."

Hearing Zujin's words, Coramar kicked Zogsh again.

"Hurry up, write down this sentence, and write it in my seventh diary. Bury the enemy's hope with the depth of the night. Good art, good Haki, I like it."

"But sir, I am writing all your diaries. Why is it your diary instead of mine. And which is the seventh diary?"

Zogsh scratched his bald head and asked for unknown reasons.

"Because I am the warlord, and you are only my adjutant! Diary No. 7 is the diary that records the famous sayings about the night. From now on, I can call it the seventh chapter of the night."

Zujin decided to pretend not to understand, and turned around to continue to observe the battle.

On the other side of the defense line, humans and elves are preparing for the final evacuation.

"It seems that the troll is ready to end the normal battle before dawn. We are ready to follow the evacuation list, let the injured go first, and then the material escort will be faster. The reserve team will all enter the battle and send you the fastest Go down and inform Turalyon that you are ready to respond, Alleria." After speaking, Carlos turned his head and said to the other commanders, "The trolls thought they had defeated us. Warriors, before the trolls can find my buried treasure, they still need to be tested by the Alterac people!"

Carlos' playful remarks caused a burst of laughter.

"Fight for you, my majesty!"

"Henry Shett, send someone to inform the perimeter defenders of the north and south fronts to retreat regularly as planned and not to fall in love with war."

"Yes, my majesty."

After a short mobilization meeting, all the staff were in their respective positions, and the trolls did not let the human and elven coalition soldiers wait, and the battle soon started.

After Carlos and his guards joined the battle, the pressure on the trolls suddenly increased.

Because the fighting styles of these strong men and elves are completely different, many trolls suddenly can't adapt to the conversion of fighting styles.

Elf rangers generally shoot with bows and arrows at a distance. They are very practical at close quarters. They use double knives or long swords to fight with their dexterous stature, which can be simply summarized as technical flow or dodge crit flow.

As for the guards around Carlos, all of them were two-meter-high sturdy men, with a sound of iron armor and steel shields, and the fighting methods were simple and rude, in groups of three or five, blocking, slashing, slashing with long knives, and slamming with shields. These are these tricks over and over again, but they are fierce.

In the eyes of the elves, many attacks that must be rolled and evaded, in front of Carlos's guards, are ordinary attacks with a shield. In private, many guards said during training and exchanges that when lifting the shield to feel the impact of the huge force, there is a kind of thrill of the impact. If it is blocked, the backhand will be a knife, and it will fly!

Under this kind of fighting will, the troll suffered from the loss of poor equipment. The first wave of impact was resolved by the Allies in less than five minutes, or there were no troll soldiers who retreated.

The strength of Carlos's guards made all the elves including Alleria impressed.

"Are your Alterac soldiers so good?"

Alleria stared at Carlos scorchingly, and intermittently ran to Carlos and asked.

"Alleria, although I don't care too much, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

Carlos spoke proudly in a haughty tone.

"Uh, what?"

Alleria didn't know why.

"I am a king, and they are the king's guards and the shield of the kingdom. They were easily knocked down by a group of trolls from the mountains. What use does this king want them to use?"

Carlos's arrogant tone received a warm response from the guards. All the sergeants banged their shields with the backs of their long knives, and made a uniform beating sound, making all the soldiers present boiled with enthusiasm.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is my honor to fight with you."

Alleria smiled sincerely, then retreated to her army, preparing for the enemy's next wave of impact.

"Have you heard? The enemy is mocking us, mocking our incompetence. After losing the four lines of defense, they mock us behind the last support. The people of Zu Aman, the warrior of Amani, wash our lives with their blood. shame!"

Zujin's position in the heart of the troll is no longer a mortal. The troll suspected of being on the altar boosted the morale of the troll's army with a few words. Amidst the howls of ghosts and wolves, the troll army was ready.

"Then Commander Zujin, we orcs attack to the left, and your trolls attack to the right. There is no problem, right?"

Coramar asked and got Zujin's answer.

"Warriors of the Horde, kill all the enemies!"

"Oh!!!"

Coramar's battle cry was simple and rude, but the bloodthirsty orcs responded enthusiastically.

As a result, the tribe's army split into two torrents, and rushed towards the soldiers of the alliance with a steel barrier made up of bodies, like a left uppercut and a right uppercut, which angered the Mao tribe people in danger.

"My name is Kira Yamato, who will come!"

An orc rushed to the forefront, shouting in an extremely fucking human lingo, and rushed to the human army.

Judging from the weapons he wears, he is an orc sword saint.

"Kira Yamato...what day is it, I want to play Scarlet Valentine, so the tribe will come out with a Kira Yamato."

Carlos understood the slurred orc lingua franca, and felt the corner of his eyes jump.

"Aslan, kill him."

"Yes, my king."

Under the domination of the will of the universe and the evil taste of the king, the human paladin named Aslan Qi'an met his lifelong enemy, Kira Yamato, an orc sword sage.

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