Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Hey, Raistlin, have you made a decision?"

The female Quel'dorei Elf Sola blocked the black-robed mage on a secluded street corner.

"What decision?"

The black-robed mage has no affection for female elves, but stopped because of the mage's cultivation, and the corners of his eyebrows still couldn't help shaking.

"The solicitation of King Carlos of Alterac!"

Sola put her arms around her chest, setting off her majestic chest even more eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, I haven't received any invitation to meet with His Majesty Carlos, let alone soliciting it."

Raistlin nodded and signaled that he had something else to do and was about to leave.

The result was blocked by Sola.

"Come on, anyone with a heart doesn't know that the big bald-headed Luoyan who is a rogue and ruffian is Carlos Barov's spokesperson. Are you sure you haven't been solicited by that bald-head?"

The female elf had a mocking smile on her mouth.

"Well, it's no secret. Yes, Sir Luoyan talked to me. However, what does this have to do with you?"

The patience of the black-robed mage was gradually losing, and he didn't know how long he could endure the female elf in front of him.

"Of course there is, because we two are the same kind of people."

Sora looked very happy suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I am a pure human, and you are not the same species as Quel'Dorei."

Raistlin couldn't help showing a mocking look, and then found that he had lost his temper, and soon returned to his expressionless state.

"You don't understand, I don't blame you, after all you are just a child."

Sora nodded of course, and didn't care about the black veins exposed by the black robe mage's forehead.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first, ma'am."

The black-robed mage couldn't figure out the depth of this female elf, and had no intention of making trouble in Stratholme, and finally decided to avoid the trouble.

However, Raistlin didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came to him.

The female elf stepped forward and stopped in front of the black-robed mage who turned and was about to leave.

"Well, I won't try to guess riddles with you. To be clear, both of us are aliens who ask for Archbishop Alonthos Faw, and we are both attracted by the bigger alien Carlos Barov. People. So, I want to hear your opinion."

Sora put away her joking expression, showing a serious look.

"..."

The black-robed mage was thinking about something, but didn't talk to him.

"I, I used to be a pastor, but then I found out that even if I became the chief priest, I couldn't change anything, so I changed my job to become a ranger. Anyway, we elves have a long life. As long as we spend the time to learn something, we can always learn something. A little achievement. As a result, I found that I became a Ranger Lord in time, and it was useless to realize my ideals. So I was lost, indulged, and somehow named as an anarchist. After being exiled by Silvermoon City, I I came to Stratholme to relax, and finally witnessed the formation and development of the Paladin. I suddenly found that this profession is particularly suitable for me. Originally, I was begging for nothing but Alonthos Faor was so annoying, but finally I got mixed up. After listening to the qualifications of the trainee, I regretted it. Although the paladin class was developed by Alonthos Faor, almost all paladins admit that the strongest man in the world is Carlos Barov, even The Holy Light of the Knights of the Silver Hand copied a large part of the book "Who Shines on the Holy Light" written by King Alterant last year. So, I am very excited, following the ancestor, It doesn't seem to be a bad thing."

Hearing Sora said a lot, Raistlin was unmoved, because the female elf was nonsense throughout the story, there was no substance at all, and it was completely sensational in her tone and tone.

Except for the fact that he had been blacked out by Your Majesty Carlos by the way, the female elf had almost nothing to say.

But the mage's scholar's heart was at odds, Raistlin was a little distracted.

Although there are different opinions on the origin of mankind, all researchers basically agree that Lordaeron is not the earliest hometown of mankind. Therefore, as a mainstream theory, migration theory is divided into two major conjectures. One is that human ancestors migrated from Kalimdor; the other is that human ancestors came from Northrend.

With the deepening and development of research, more and more evidence points to the second type, that is, human ancestors came from Northrend. And the circumstantial evidence of the Quel'dorei elves also denied that Kalimdor's migration said that they came from there.

Therefore, it seems not an exaggeration to say that His Majesty Carlos has returned to his ancestors. After all, only the Northrend Vrykul has such a tall physique, and now humans are much smaller in physique.

But no, who would dare to say that the ancestors of human beings were those barbaric Vrykuls. He didn't get tied up by lighting a sky lantern on the square. Raistlin had no interest in dying for this kind of thing.

Just when the black-robed mage Raistlin was distracted, the female elf Sola continued to speak.

"And you, little boy, you also asked the archbishop. Why, let my sister see if your left hand is good."

For an instant, Raistlin felt a burst of electric current from the tail vertebrae rushing into the sky.

"you think……"

The words were not finished, and only had time to put on a defensive posture, the black robe mage's left wrist covered with rune bandages was grasped by the former elf ranger lord.

"Relax, at this distance, I can poke you to death with my nails. Your not dead is my greatest sincerity."

Sora shook his hand for about half a minute and released Raistlin's hand. The black-robed mage immediately retreated three steps, flashing magical auras on his body, and applied three layers of magical defense to himself within the time of one breath, showing that Extraordinary strength.

But what puzzled Raistlin was that his counterattack did not seem to take effect.

"Are you wondering why the curse of weakness didn't take effect? ​​Of course it's because my magic resistance is much higher than you think."

Sora laughed happily.

"Merry Dongfeng's disciple and grandson, no wonder you want a black robe, hahahaha."

After laughing for a while, Sora added.

"By the way, before I became a pastor, I was also a not-so-bad magister."

The black-robed mage put on a look like an enemy, and drew out his magic wand.

"Calm, little boy, your left hand should be played off by yourself, right? So you need the power of the holy light to stop the spread of withering. Meri Dongfeng was only studying that when his life came to an end. You are young What can't you think of?"

Sora asked with some confusion.

"Strength comes at a price."

The opponent really made him unable to figure out the depth, so Raistlin did not make up his mind to do it. What's more, his own bottom-line Alonthos Faor knew that as long as this female elf Sola was not an enforcer in Dalaran, he didn't need to go violently on the spot.

The cost of killing in Stratholme is too great, and Raistlin doesn't want to hide in hiding before being driven out before the goal is achieved.

"So, be my little brother."

Sora opened her arms, with a holy smile on her face, like a pious Madonna.

"what!?"

The black-robed mage was stunned, which one is this singing?

"If you want to change to a club, you naturally need to form a clique. I was only here to ask your opinion, but I said that I convinced myself. Come with me to the guy who has fun at the grave, let’s hang out. Big sister covers you."

Sora spoke vulgarly with a serious face.

At almost the same time, Carlos listened to the report of the bald brother, and the three corpses jumped.

"Now, Brother Bald, as a king, right?"

Carlos asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty, as it should be."

Carlos's intelligence chief replied respectfully.

"Then the snow on the top of the mountains is angry, how about this name?"

Carlos continued to ask, his voice trembling.

"Very good, Your Majesty, it suits you well."

Brother Bale's answer was very sincere.

"Then, can you tell me what's the matter with the title of Tomb Tou Bengdi?"

Carlos tremblingly threw the pencil in his hand onto the map placed in the center of the table.

"You mean the white flames flying above the enemy's grave? This is what the Lord Turalyon has furiously tampered with based on the snow on the top of the mountains."

Brother Bale answered truthfully.

"Hahaha, hahaha, ahhahahaha. So there is no mention of my original copy, and Turalyon's pirated version has been widely known?"

Carlos let out a low growl of exhaustion.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, there is a huge gap between you and Your Excellency Turalyon in terms of nicknames."

After becoming Carlos's personal intelligence director, Brother Bal always reminded himself that honesty and loyalty are the key to doing well in this position.

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