Anomaly Of Warcraft

From the first time he fought against the orcs, and against the Juggernaut, Carlos had a question.

These guys have no scientific reasoning, and they don't talk about magical basis.

The strength of an orc can be understood with the addition of natural physique and devil's blood.

But the strength of the sword saint is already beyond the physical body, reaching a kind of strength similar to Tao.

To borrow a game commentary that cannot be broadcast independently, it is a gap in understanding.

For Wu, there are differences and gaps in the understanding of skills.

Carlos has played against the Juggernaut on the battlefield, won, tied, and lost. Driven away, badly injured, killed, but never captured.

Not even the dead body. Those orc soldiers would snatch the corpse like crazy after the Juggernaut died.

So after capturing Spartacus alive, Carlos spent a lot of precious resources to save the sword master.

At first, Carlos treated Spartacus with the Holy Light, but severely burned the dying body of the Orc Sword Saint. After successfully renewing his life with herbs and magic potions, Brick took a blood sample of the orc and analyzed that there was an unusually active magic reaction inside.

Devil's blood!

But with the passage of time, this magical reaction gradually faded and returned to calm.

Although stimulating Spartacus with the holy light will still make the orc sword master painful, but Tondo is spiritual, not physical.

Therefore, the daily baptism of the Holy Light, the treatment that other humans can meet and cannot expect, has become a kind of torture here in Spartacus.

And the Paladins of Alterac are not tired of it.

But the long-term exposure to the Holy Light dispelled the bloodthirsty curse imposed on Spartacus by the blood of the devil, and calmed Spartacus's soul.

Although the orcs are brave and combative, they are not brainless destroyers.

After calming down, the Orc Swordmaster reflected on his past in the cell, and felt a deep sense of guilt.

"That is not a blessing from power at all, it is the blood of the devil that governs our will."

Spartacus didn't feel much guilt for what he had done, winning and losing was nothing more than a life. But his hatred for Mannoroth, for the devil, for the Burning Legion, was accompanied by anger.

What have we done?

The compatriots of the various clans are forced to drink the blood of the devil, and those who refuse to accept it die.

The draenei who slaughtered Shattrath and burned the century-old friendship between the two races to ashes.

Changed his beliefs and persecuted the primitive shamans.

The Sword Saint, who had recovered his saneness and clarity, chose to cooperate with the experiments of the prisoners in order to get more far-reaching revenge.

Because of this life, it is still useful. Since the will of the ancestors wants me to wake up, then I can't let the people of the tribe still be ignorant in the chaos.

Because of the cooperation of Spartacus, Brick agreed to relieve the depression of this orc book and kill time.

Originally I wanted to know more about the human world, but the books provided by Fangzhuan are similar to "Who is Shining on the Holy Light", "Three Hundred Years of Exotic Creatures", "Spirit Chicken Soup" and so on.

After the initial difficulties, the Orc Swordmaster Master learned the arrangement rules of human lingua franca, and understood the meaning of these books.

It seems to make sense!

Religious or spiritual books are written for those who think too much.

An orc, in the ocean of words, was influenced by human thoughts.

"I know you. Congratulations. Although no one told me, I guessed from the guards' conversation that you are a king."

Spartacus saw the door open and put down the book in his hand.

"This is very good, an orc who can communicate. To be honest, I have had enough of your brain-cuffed compatriots who only shout LOKTAROGAR."

In the guard's awkward look, Carlos pulled a chair by himself and sat in front of the orc.

"What do you want from me, human. The mystery of the Juggernaut lies in years of hard work. If you want to use my blood to quickly become a human Juggernaut, it is nothing more than a dream."

Spartacus's lingua franca is not standard, but it does not prevent him from communicating with Carlos.

"Without this interest, the sword saints who died under the paladin are not one or two. In the war, the personal role is far less than that of the legion. If you are willing to reveal the secrets of the sword saint, we will give you better conditions. It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk, I won't force it."

Two equally strong men looked at each other.

"Personally, I will not apologize for what I have done in the past, because in the war, everyone is just a soldier, and I did nothing wrong."

"I accept your statement."

Carlos said flatly.

"But as an orc, I am sorry, it is our fault to invade your world."

"Oh, a very novel statement, the first time I heard it."

Carlos finally showed a playful smile on his face

"The blood of the devil, your vocabulary is very appropriate. Although the blood of Mannoroth gives us strength, it allows us to easily defeat the draenei, defeat the arakkoa and bluffing, and defeat the mountain Gron and the plains. Ogre. But, let us lose to ourselves. Everything is like a nightmare, we think everything is our own will, we think we are the master of this power. But thank you for the punishment of the Holy Light, when I wake up When I came, I found out that we were wrong. Mannoroth was in charge of our will. We thought it was we who made the decision, but it was not."

Carlos listened quietly to the orc's confession, without ridicule or persuasion.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Spartacus continued after a short silence: "I will not bear the sins of the entire race alone, nor will I be able to carry it. Moreover, the outcome of this war is uncertain. So I can only give With a promise like yours, if you are defeated and your humans are defeated, I will try my best to protect you people. But if you win and try to trouble the people behind our orcs, I can help you."

"Oh? You don't beg me to forgive the orcs' crimes?"

Carlos found this orc more and more interesting.

"Come on, don't treat me as a fool. No one who can become a swordsman is a fool. You are just the king of Alterac. You cannot represent the entire human race. If your alliance wins, I can foresee the fate of the orcs. It was just returning to Draenor with heavy casualties. Why should I beg you?"

Spartacus looked at Carlos with a mocking look.

"Then, how can you help fight those demons, Lord Sword Saint."

Carlos decided to enter the subject.

"I can help you train your elite soldiers."

"Ha, can you beat me?"

Carlos laughed disdainfully.

"I can't beat it, but this does not mean that your martial arts are better than me, but your physical fitness is stronger than mine. Forgive my offense. If you are the same size as me and want to be powerful, I don't need ten moves to kill you. "

"But without if, I can pinch my neck with one hand and lift you up."

Spartacus suddenly punched, Carlos's reaction was not slow, and with a bang, the guards pulled out their weapons one after another.

Carlos waved his hand, motioning the guard to retreat.

"Interesting, what is this?"

"The power gained after taking control of anger."

Carlos couldn't help cursing inwardly.

"anger?"

"Whatever you call it, although the devil's blood dominates my will, it also makes me clearer how to control my anger instead of being dominated by anger."

Spartacus replied.

"You are not afraid that we will use anger to deal with the orcs?"

Carlos frowned and asked, feeling as if there was a problem in it.

"Don't be afraid, learning to control anger is not an overnight thing, and wars cannot be deadlocked for so long. Either you kill me before defeat, or the orcs are defeated, and you counterattack will count. There won't be the day you worry about it."

Spartacus explained his reasons.

It makes sense, I was speechless.

"Tell me about your orcs, about your Delano. A draenei jeweler named Leonardo used to tell me. I want to hear what the orcs say. "

Carlos decided to skip this difficult topic for the time being.

"Oh, that profiteer is still alive?"

Spartacus was suddenly interested.

"Profit businessman?"

Carlos couldn't help but Eight Trigrams got up.

"Well, the profiteer, the uncle of Saint Solandal in the Burning Blade Mine, often get some scraps from Solandal to make some jewellery pieces that look very good, but are actually very poor in quality, to cheat money."

"Uh, you are actually boasting about his craftsmanship in disguise, okay?"

"The craftsmanship is okay, but unfortunately a profiteer."

Spartacus's pertinent comment.

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