Anomaly Of Warcraft

Because it takes two days to transfer the Griffins, Carlos rested for two days in Eagle's Nest.

No longer the one who changed his life for heaven-defying, Carlos will no longer do things on his own without a guard.

In any case, he was not in a hurry, and he could barely revisit the old place. Carlos rarely relieved his mood and enjoyed the dwarf-characteristic scenery.

What is the dwarf feature?

Obviously he is very small, but the architectural style is typical. Big is beautiful.

As Carlos grew older, his physical development began to slow down or even stagnated. In Alterac, he had already encountered the embarrassment of bowing his head in and out. But in this city built by the dwarves, there is no such worry at all.

Rough, strong, and majestic.

This is probably the characteristic of dwarves.

When I visited Eagle's Nest Mountain last time, the eagle's beak had not been carved, but now, the feathers of the eagle's head have been carved more than halfway.

From a distance, the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain is lifelike, just like a giant eagle standing proud of the mountains.

The dwarf is worthy of being a natural stonemason.

However, just because it is too realistic, and the feathers are only half finished, this creates an embarrassing situation.

The eagle in Eagle's Nest Mountain is a mangy eagle...

"Hahahaha, it's okay to see it up close, but it's too happy to see it from a distance."

"Hey, this is our home!"

"Uh, I'm sorry..."

"But you're right, really happy, hahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha."

Johnson Boulder, a dwarf mage, and a fan of Uncle Brick, is also a good friend of Carlos.

The frankness and open-mindedness of this dwarf won Carlos's favor, and it has not been seen in a few years, and it is still the case.

After symbolically maintaining the honor of Eagle's Nest Mountain, Johnson Dushi joined the ranks of ridiculing the bald mangy eagle.

How can a friend whom I haven't seen for a long time have a quick and harmonious conversation?

It's nothing more than bragging, flattering, and black people.

Having a common topic, Carlos quickly chatted with the dwarf.

There is no utilitarian purpose, and he doesn't want to say anything. Carlos just wants to simply talk to people.

So, I found a leeward place with a nice view, and after two bags of wine, the atmosphere became warm.

At the beginning, the dwarf mage talked endlessly about the changes in Eagle's Nest, Kurdran and Falstad, and himself.

Then Johnson Dushi wanted to hear Carlos talk about his experience.

Although Carlos's eloquence is not bad after more than ten years of training, his talent for storytelling is not high.

There were some bumps and bumps, and occasionally I couldn't find the right words and got stuck, but when Carlos was talking, whether it was the dwarf mage or his guard, he just listened quietly, listened, and heard the moon come out.

"That slick kid back then has become a great hero."

Johnson couldn't help but admire at the end of the story.

"Hero, I don't think I am."

Maybe it was because the other party was a dwarf, Carlos opened his heart rare.

"Everything I do is for myself, my family, and the people around me. I am not that great."

"Isn't this enough, no matter what you think, but everything you do benefits all those who trust you."

Johnson Boulder, as a dwarf mage, may not be so talented. After more than a hundred years, he became an intermediate mage. But as an elder who thinks hard, he said something to Carlos that shocked the soul.

"Love the person you love and give it all. Kill the person you hate without leaving a living. Carlos, you can't make everyone like you, and you can't save everyone's lives. You know what, from you In the story, I wanted to cry. Because although you said that you were very snobbish, but you did things too selflessly. There are at least a thousand humans I have seen, but you are different from them. , You are not like a human being."

"Oh, then what am I like?"

"saint."

"Aren't the saints also humans?"

Carlos asked with a smile.

"Sages are not allowed to die."

The dwarf mage answered sternly.

"Then Master, what's your opinion?"

Carlos bowed his head respectfully and asked.

"I don't have any comments, and I won't suggest anything to you. As a friend, I hope you have a good time, and I hope we still have time to drink together. But as a listener, you look forward to more exciting stories."

"Sorry, Master Johnson, I underestimated you."

Carlos apologized honestly with a gentle smile.

"Hahahaha, don't mind, I forgive you."

An occasional conversation and a sincere exchange made Carlos feel a touch of warmth and guilt in his heart.

Trapped in the fear cage of memory organization for too long, Carlos found that he had unknowingly already had a delusion of persecution.

It seems that as long as you don't work hard, the world will be destroyed by yourself, as if without yourself, others will do nothing.

Unconsciously, Carlos has changed from wanting to save the fate of the family to wanting more, fighting again and again, fighting again and again. Carlos suddenly found that he hadn't seen his mother for a long time, hadn't communicated with his two younger brothers for a long time, and hadn't written a letter to Elucia for a long time.

Unconsciously, the son, elder brother, and younger brother named Carlos Barov were bound by a crown and became a man named "King".

Coming in joy and returning with joy, Carlos returned to the post to rest, and the dwarf mage was also walking on the way back to the mage tower.

Then he went into the alley and disappeared.

"Hey, it really doesn't end well to interfere in the future, one step is wrong, one step is wrong."

Cancelling the transformation technique, a dwarf girl shook her neck.

"Aegwynn, did I help you or hurt you? It's so entangled."

As the little dwarf snapped his fingers, a drunk Johnson Boulder slowly woke up in a tavern guest room.

"Ah, my head hurts, I will sleep again."

Two days later, Lord Metz fulfilled his promise, and a group of Griffins returned from the coast to Eagle's Nest Mountain.

However, looking at the exhausted Griffins and Griffin Riders, Carlos offered to take a rest, and it would not be too late to leave tomorrow.

Metz agreed without any objection.

That night, the observation posts set up by the Wildhammer dwarves in the group of Yamanaka lit up crimson smoke, countless beasts wailed in the mountains, and the fortress of the Eagle's Nest had a great alarm.

"What happened? Go out and inquire."

Carlos gave orders to the guard in his pajamas.

About ten minutes later, the guard reported.

"Your Majesty, the dragon, the red dragon, it may be the red dragon owned by the orcs. The dwarf said that a large number of red dragons bypassed the monitoring station set up by the alliance, attacked the dwarf's outpost, and passed through the mountains."

"Do you know the destination of the tribe?"

Carlos frowned, followed by a cold sweat. If he set off today, then he should be resting at some dwarf's alpine outpost by now.

"Judging from the direction, it should be Quel'Thalas."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then spoke his own judgment.

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