Anomaly Of Warcraft

Either greedy for money, or lecherous, or short-term care, or bloodthirsty. Heroes and heroes always have this or that kind of flaws, but as long as someone is respected as a hero, there must be one thing in common-decisiveness.

To the extreme of decisiveness is a very unscientific self-confidence.

The fascinating self-confidence of successful people is known as the wise god of martial arts.

The fascinating self-confidence of the loser is called blind and arbitrary disobedience.

So self-confidence has nothing to do with right or wrong, what is right is God’s will, and what is wrong is the world!

Wild Turalyon came out again to brush up on his sense of existence. When Lothar was most hesitant, he rushed back to Lothar with a group of people, and talked to the boss about fighting.

The returned Silver Hand brother Gui Tuan has come out to show off his muscles again. The Sajia does not ask who the enemy is, but only where the enemy is. Brother Anduin, stand up for the flag of Heavenly Path!

Terenas, who was relieved, also used a small speaker of 50QB to speak. Lothar, my friend, don’t panic. I will pay you the membership renewal next month.

There is so much good news, so let those generals who are crying and crying in tears leave it alone. Those who can move will move. It is the fine tradition of our major league since ancient times to not get under the line of fire.

How old is it?

That stupid question has been more than two years old, and it's not ancient!

When Carlos received the battle report, the River Valley War was an old news a week ago.

After thinking about it, combined with the news that other people of his Master shouldn't know, Carlos slammed his fist on the granite beside him.

"His Majesty?"

"Okay, I won!"

Carlos, as the emperor of LV4, mastered the skill [Actor] without a teacher, and turned his anger into joy.

"The league has won!"

"Your Majesty, but Sir Lothar's strength is probably..."

"According to my order, the whole army will set off and be sure to catch up with Marshal Lothar and join forces."

Carlos's army was originally south of Lothar. Even if the news lags for nearly ten days, it is not difficult to catch up with Lothar.

So when Carlos led Alterac's army to meet Lothar to victory, Lothar welcomed Carlos with the most solemn etiquette.

"The orcs are over. There is something wrong with them inside. Don't miss out. Time is not for me, Marshal!"

When Lothar asked Carlos about his military strategy, Carlos didn't even have any opening remarks, and directly pointed out Lothar's biggest doubts.

"You mean, the factional struggle within the orcs has intensified?"

"Worse, no, this should be a good thing for us. I'm afraid the orcs are already in civil strife."

"Oh?"

Lothar wanted to keep listening, but Carlos kept silent.

"Then what do you think we should do."

Lothar was able to reconcile such a big mess in the Alliance, and naturally he was also an old treacherous generation, who knew how to seek common ground while reserving differences, so he skipped this hurdle.

"Hunt and fight hard."

"But at present, we don't have enough mobile power."

"Follow Orgrim."

"Oh?""I think we can..."

You don't have to turn too many turns when talking to smart people, it's comfortable and easy.

Lothar dismissed all the attendants around him, and Carlos flicked his fingers and did the same thing.

No one knows what Carlos Barov and Anduin Lothar were talking about, but when the old brothers like Turalyon and Uther thought they could fight with Carlos again, they got Carlos. He left the news that his army left alone.

"Marshal, Carlos... well, cough, your majesty, he..."

"Carlos, he is in the final battle on his battlefield."

Lothar's expression was uncertain and answered Turalyon's question.

Defeated like a mountain, Orgrim is talking about.

The twenty-five boy of Gul'dan not only drew his own knife behind his back, but also helped him to block the knife. It was already a month later for Orgrim to return to the tribe’s southwest camp, and then the tribe’s The warchief found that the harbor was empty.

Reid Blackhand cleared out all the people who were loyal to him, and took the Blackstone clan back to the wetlands. Gul'dan cleared out all the obstructors and disappeared.

"Warchief, now is not the time to be discouraged. The tribe is only a temporary defeat. On the other side of the sea, on the other side of the door, the army of orcs is endless!"

Facing the encouragement from his subordinates, Orgrim responded with a hearty smile.

"You are right, gather the people, let the wetland find a way to piece together a fleet, let the Dragonmaw clan send more red dragons, we need to survive this difficult time."

How the Alliance and Horde fight in Hillblad is no longer something Carlos needs to care about.

Despite all his calculations, the inertia of history has finally maintained the continuation of the timeline in another way. If the league is not unexpected, it should have won. If there is any accident, I can't control it.

Then, the war belonging to him Carlos Barov, the war belonging to the Barov family, should have a result.

Oliden Perenold, Aiden's second son, the core figure of the Anti-Carlos League, should have met.

Carlos led a guard of less than three hundred people all the way north, as if he was going to Lordaeron, but when he arrived on the west bank of Lake Lordamere, he suddenly boarded the ship and disappeared from the sight of all the followers.

Under the cover of dense fog in the night, Carlos landed at a location indicated by a secret map, and then sent people to surround a nearby hidden manor.

After clearing all the detectives, Carlos personally shook the brass bell outside the gate.

"who?"

An old concierge who was blind with one eye opened the baffle to observe the incoming people, but found that he couldn't see the incoming people's face, so he had to squat down.

"The protector of the blood of the eldest son."

After uttering the code word, the door opened.

How old the concierge was Carlos's opponent, pressing hard on the carotid artery, the old man fainted. The two thugs tried to blow the whistle in their mouths, but found that no matter how hard they were, they really couldn't make a sound.

"Sora, don't kill."

Carlos stood in the same place, stopping the mage's murder trick, and at the same time reminding all those involved in the action not to kill.

The guards filed in and quickly took control of this manor, efficient and secretive.

Outside the main house, Carlos hesitated for a moment, finally realizing that what he was obsessed with was just hypocrisy, smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out his hand to hold the doorknob, broke the handle with the door bolt with a click, and then opened the door.

"Yo, hello everyone, count me as the party!"

Facing the current aristocrats, former aristocrats, and the promised future aristocrats, Carlos opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace everyone present.

"The queen betrayed me, didn't she?"

Oliden Perenold stopped the panic on his side and asked calmly.

"Aunt Sasha is the daughter of the Stark family, how could she do such a thing."

Carlos smiled gently.

"But only the mother's queen did not come."

Oridon sighed.

"So I'm here."

Carlos left the gate, walked into the lobby step by step, then patted someone on the shoulder at the end of the long table, motioned him to stand up, and then sat down by himself.

"why."

Carlos asked.

"You know."

Although Oridon's hand holding the wine glass was shaking, his voice was clear and his eyes did not show much confusion.

"Kill him, all problems will be solved by killing him!"

Someone shouted hissing out of fear, but Carlos and Oridon glared at him, and had to die.

"For me, there is no problem, why betray the country? Except Alterac, all other lands can be ceded, and all the Barov family inheritance can be dispensed with. What is the meaning of such a revenge, and what is the use of such a crown? "

Carlos looked at Oridon with sincere and serious eyes.

"Not so exaggerated. The Proudmoore family wants South Blue Town, the Menethil family wants Brill and Guy Darron, the Greymane family wants Hillbrad north, Stromgarde wants gold and silver jewelry, Tarron Mir is still mine."

Oridon answered flatly.

"Well, I take it for real, what's the crime?"

Carlos took two deep breaths, then asked.

"No charge."

Oridon replied.

"Oh? I thought it would be killing-kun."

Carlos laughed himself.

"I know that you didn't kill the father, but in this matter, our Pirinold family owes you personal love."

Oridon's words are also very sincere.

"Oh?!"

Carlos was a little surprised.

"Because of the betrayal of the alliance and betrayal of mankind, the taste is really bad."

Oridon put down his glass, stood up, and shouted: "According to the master's order, act!"

The nobles who opposed Carlos waited until the lord’s order, and drew their swords together, wanting to sum up Carlos’s life here, but when the black claws pierced their chests, they looked at Oridon in horror. .

"His Majesty Carlos encountered an accident during his secret meeting with the opposition. While he was dead, he followed Alterac's will to return the crown to the Perenold family. What a perfect script."

Surrounded by the dragon people, Oridon's eyes showed an abnormal scarlet look.

"It turned out to be the handwriting of the big cousin, no wonder, no wonder."

Carlos nodded calmly.

"Your Majesty, we are attacked by monsters!"

The chief guard rushed into the room to report the enemy's situation to Carlos.

"Don't keep one."

"Yes!"

The head of the guard perfectly embodies what it means for a soldier to obey, and he will leave after receiving an order, regardless of the situation in the room.

"Carlos, you are great, but what makes you so arrogant in front of the mighty power of the dragon?"

The dragons and half-dragons who have been dispelled are all over three meters tall, one, two, three...seven-headed dragons, four-headed half-dragons, a behemoth fanning Carlos, Oridon thinks he is Has become a winner.

"Of course it's because I know Nesario has gone to Outland."

Carlos stood up.

"Do you think these semi-finished toys can stop me?"

Pulling off the cloak and unfastening the two hand axes from the back, Carlos was full of fighting spirit.

The long-lost confusion has been solved, it feels so good.

Thinking like this, Carlos, a million-dollar model, threw two hand axes, then turned around and ran, fighting against the dragon in such a small room, his brain was not sick.

"Chase!"

"Cut~"

"Hahaha."

Oridon commanded the dragon people to destroy the gate and rushed out.

The beautiful black-haired human girl opened the curtains on the second floor with contempt.

The female dwarf eating potato chips looked at the small book in her hand and didn't know what she was smiling.

"Oni, leave, it's time for this muddy water to end."

"Old Witch Chromie, the world is so big, why can I meet you everywhere?"

"Little Aoni, I'm here to save your life. Auntie will be sad if you say that."

"..."

The young and beautiful girl knew that she was not the opponent of the old witch who maliciously sold her cuteness in front of her, so she had to suppress her anger and endure it.

"Let's make a bet, your men will not be Carlos's opponents."

"That's a hundred dragon people!"

"Just say gambling or not."

"What are you betting on?"

"Go back, go back to your own lair."

Onyxia thought for a while, anyway, Chromie was in this town, and he didn't have the opportunity to do it. He won everything as usual, and if he lost, there was no loss. Why not bet!

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The beautiful girl stretched out her palm to give a high five to the dwarf, but the female dwarf wiped her hand on the beautiful girl's sleeve with her greasy palm.

Forbearance, forbearance, forbearance, the dragon hate God Annoyed that Kromi can live to this day, naturally it is not something he can handle with a little dragon less than two hundred years old. Onyxia took a deep breath and suppressed the anger, and turned his eyes out of the window. .

In the enchantment of the time dragon, the space is solidified. Even though the dragon people rudely destroy the buildings in the manor, the small room on the second floor of the main house can't even feel the slightest shaking.

"This is impossible?"

Slowly, Onyxia's beautiful face was filled with waves of surprise.

"Humans are amazing races, everything is possible."

Chromie closed the book not calmly.

"After reading it again, I don't know what to chase after. I don't know if the "Anomalous Warcraft Experience Record" has been updated!"

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