Anomaly Of Warcraft

Survival or destruction is a question.

To eat or not to eat, this is a choice.

You have to do it or not.

After Carlos witnessed the magic of sprouting, growing, heading, and maturity within 24 hours of [three-season rice], the issue of genetic modification has been forgotten.

Because it's just a mere nuisance.

Carlos was originally afraid that he would open Pandora's box. Since then, human beings have relied on high-yield crops, become slaves to the druid's magical spells, and are controlled and dominated by night elves.

But after tasting the bread baked by Dawn Wheat with his subordinates, Carlos felt relieved and relieved.

It's so fucking unpalatable!

"Obviously the scent is the same as wheat bread, and the touch and visual effects have not run away. What is going on with this sensation of ruining taste?"

That's right, it's not a weird smell, but no smell at all. Carlos ate a full pound of morning wheat bread, but he didn't notice any discomfort in his body, and his fullness was quite high, just like a grandiose wax. After eating, he felt that all his taste buds had run away from home.

"His Majesty Carlos, with all due respect, if the taste of morning wheat is as good as other wheat varieties, you would not be able to purchase the full set of services from our San Diego Chamber of Commerce at such a low price. One price per cent."

McDonald's Fire Sparrow accompanied Carlos and his generals with a smile on his face to eat morning wheat bread.

"What you said makes sense, but I was speechless. Then at this rate, how long will it be able to urge the quantity I need."

As a long-term food, Chenguang wheat is obviously unqualified, but as an emergency crop, Chenguang wheat is outrageously excellent, and the night elves are unexpectedly reliable in this respect.

"Your Majesty, because of the ignorance of the pirates, one third of the sample was lost. As the name suggests, the [three-season rice] will degenerate after three crops. Even if I eat, sleep and sleep in the field, I cannot meet your requirements as originally agreed. ."

McDonald's Fire Sparrow apologized for not being able to fulfill the agreement.

"Make an estimate."

Carlos still hopes to get an accurate amount from professionals.

"Um, according to our night elves' appetite, it will probably be enough for 10,000 people to eat for about 20 days. Replace it with your humans. I mean ordinary soldiers. Your Majesty, you have to understand that there are still quite large individual differences between races."

"I understand, you are blunt."

"According to ordinary human standards, it can be used for twenty-five to twenty-eight days."

Carlos took a deep breath, and then he felt a sense of relief from heavy burdens.

"Mr. McDonald's."

"Your Majesty, what's your order?"

"I will pay as usual as agreed."

"I can't accept it. I lost one third of the goods. This is my responsibility. How can I make your Majesty pay for my fault?"

"I will not only pay in full, but also prepay a certain amount for the next order. This is a reward from the king."

"Then what kind of intention... uh, do you want more, your majesty?"

McDonald's Fire Sparrow has a weird face.

"I think it should be a good choice as part of the war preparations storage."

Carlos didn't tell the truth.

"That's true, except that it's unpalatable, the nutritional value of Chenguang wheat is not much different from other crops. But your Majesty, if there is no professional guidance, without the cultivation liquid of our San Diego Chamber of Commerce's exclusive secret recipe for fattening, Chenguang wheat can absorb three meters below the ground. The nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium of the country are very predatory to the fertility of the land."

"I will pay your consultant fees."

"Praise your majesty for your generosity, the Chamber of Commerce will not disappoint your expectations."

After agreeing to arrange a series of heart-warming actions such as arranging the return boat, the host and the guest enjoyed themselves and enjoyed themselves.

McDonald's Fire Sparrow was busy urging the seeds, but Carlos was still busy dealing with the trouble brought back by Sola Starbreaker.

"This is a normal transaction. It is a transaction that conforms to the spirit of the contract. You can't treat me like this!"

A shrill voice came through the bars, hoarse and full of energy.

"What the hell are these goblins?"

Carlos looked at POI's face.

"It's a lucky angel and the culprit."

Sola had a flattering look inviting credit.

"speak English."

"Um, the pirates took advantage of the wind and took advantage of the situation. It is because this group of goblins cost a lot of slaves, so your majesty your seaman is still alive. But without these goblins, it is estimated that there will not be so many twists and turns, so it is their fault! Well, that's it. of."

After hearing the words, Carlos made up for what happened.

The goblin asked the pirates to buy slaves. The pirates robbed his ship and captured the crew. The rescuers sent by him robbed the pirate's den and also captured the goblin who was trading.

It's really gratifying... an egg!

In Lordaeron, the brains of the Alliance and the tribes have become dog-headed. There is no time to wrestle with the goblins. Even Lothar has raised supplies from the Hot Sands Group, so why bother with the goblins.

But these gang of profit-only guys are all things that push their noses on their faces, and treat them as bullies if you don't teach them a lesson.

There are always people who think that goblins are idiots who want money and don't want their lives. In fact, this is a misunderstanding. Goblins are very snobbish and believe that money is power. There are rumors that because the goblins were slaves to the trolls before the Zanke Island uprising, their extreme character was due to the extreme living environment and the extreme oppression of the trolls.

But compared to life, money is still a foreign object, and it's just an exaggeration to say that money is not a life.

So when Carlos specially selected some tall and strong men with scars on their faces to surround these captured goblins viciously, the goblins fully demonstrated the word cultivation.

"Benevolent, wise, wise, tolerant, and respected by all goblins, the greatest and greatest Carlos of the Alterac Kingdom, I am the chief purchaser of the sewage consortium, praise you, please accept my sincerest greetings, and may goblins The friendship with mankind has lasted forever."

Watching the goblin who can hit his knee without jumping, Carlos felt inexplicably funny.

Don't say it, lingua franca is pretty slippery.

"I can't control the slave trade, but whoever buys me, don't you need to explain to me?"

Carlos sneered with a stern face, and said in a gloomy tone.

The goblin smiled flatteringly.

"Hey hey."

Sora Starbreaker smiled cordially, and all the goblins couldn't help shivering.

"Now, let's talk about compensation."

Carlos was curious what Sora did to these goblins, but now is not the time to delve into it.

"No! You have robbed our payment, it's not fair!"

The goblin yelled unwillingly.

"What do you think is fair."

"Your Majesty, we are not buying and selling the people of your country. We are not slave traders. We are just porters of nature."

Carlos was grinned by the shameless faces of the goblins.

"Your Majesty, let us forget these unpleasant things, maybe we can make a business."

The goblin leader observed for a long time, and felt that the big humans in front of him didn't seem to mean to kill him immediately, so he decided to try if he could lure him to profit.

"Oh?"

Carlos suddenly showed interest, teasing these little guys made Carlos feel quite interesting.

"Although the main business of our sewage consortium is not freight, as far as the current situation is concerned, the alliance lacks everything. Except for the Kaldorei elves in Kalimdor, only our goblins have wealthy supplies in their hands."

"Yet you are my prisoners at the moment."

"As long as your Majesty is willing to give me a chance to show my sincerity, I am confident to be a guest of yours."

Carlos suddenly felt that the goblin race was really interesting.

"What's your name?"

"Buffett J. Rockefeller."

"..."

Carlos felt the deep malice from the will of the universe. Sure enough, only people with nice names have youth?

Carlos was already heartbroken and was about to talk to the goblins again, but a subordinate knocked on the door of the room and walked in and said something in Carlos' ear.

Alleria and Muradin Bronzebeard came to South Blue town with scars!

Carlos frowned and hurried out of the room where the goblin was held.

Buffett J. Rockefeller didn't feel good, he was about to convince the human leader, what happened suddenly? This is human beings will not eat themselves, right?

Without waiting too much, an old man walked into the room with three middle-aged people.

"Mr. Buffett J. Rockefeller?"

"I'm."

The goblin leader felt the aura of a strong man from his body.

"Allow me to introduce you, this is Lord Peruhi, this is Marquis Charlotte, and this is Honorary Lord Abagon."

The old man introduced three middle-aged people to Buffett J. Rockefeller in a thorough manner.

"And I, the treasurer of the Barov family of the Alterac royal family, Eugenie Grandet. Entrusted by His Majesty the King, I am solely responsible for negotiations with you."

The old man's smile was gentle, but the goblin felt her scalp tingling.

Murderous!

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