Anomaly Of Warcraft

After a day's rest, when the fog began to dissipate the next day, Carlos and his group began to rush.

Walking along the avenue, wild animals dare not to trouble the brigade casually. Killed two salty crocodiles without opening their eyes, analized three teams of Supi Gnolls, shot a few lonely orcs, and the sun went down. Carlos felt that he had a very fulfilling day today, but he didn't seem to have done anything.

Grilled tender crocodile meat is a good delicacy. Cut into thin slices, spread evenly with refined salt and black pepper, and grill on a hot stone plate. It is delicious.

The other soldiers are very happy if they have meat. You can put aside any meaty taste. If you have salt, you can eat good meat. If you don't have salt, you can eat it. Two crocodiles weighing more than 500 catties are divided, and one person has three bites.

As a guard of Carlos, in addition to strict requirements and high standards, there are naturally some privileges.

It was a felony to release the other wing, and go out privately during the march, but the Guards, a group of proud soldiers, said hello to the officer, and the three of them carried forks and ropes and went out for food.

Anyway, it's right to come back before opening.

Some people started, and others were uncomfortable.

No way, the head guard ran over to ask Carlos for instructions.

Carlos looked at the surrounding environment. It was not a suitable terrain for ambushes. He simply gave twenty three-person teams a place. If you want to eat meat, find it yourself. It will be more than an hour before the sky is completely dark. Do not come to the military law disposal.

Amidst the cheers, the devil came out of the turret.

The difference between elite and ordinary soldiers lies in their ability to execute.

The sky was completely dark, and the hunters more or less hit the wild food.

Water birds, water snakes, and freshwater fish are the most common, as are rabbits, squirrels and beavers. But discovering that two groups of people actually worked together to get back a brown bear, Carlos was a little uncomfortable. And the most overwhelming thing is that three guys actually carried a murloc back.

"Your Majesty, it's fresh and refreshing. It tastes almost like a bullfrog. Would you like it?"

Seeing Carlos accepting the bear paws that the soldiers paid tribute to, the murlocs also cut a thigh to flatter them.

"What do you think is the definition of humanoid?"

Carlos twitched the corners of his eyes, and asked in as gentle a voice as possible.

"Humans, elves, dwarves, dwarves."

The soldier patted his chest and said with a blushing face.

"Blonde and blue-eyed big girl!"

Soldier Two said excitedly.

"Long live Alterac!"

The soldiers stood at attention with three pairs of feet, holding convulsive murloc thighs in their hands.

Is it because you don’t understand human language or I speak Martian language...

Carlos gave up euphemism and decided to use circuitous tactics to appease the soldiers' enthusiasm.

"As the shield of the emperor, you have to eat enough before you have the strength to protect me. If you have a good intention, I don't want anything. Waste is a great crime. You have to finish eating."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

"Guaranteed to complete the task!"

"Long live Alterac!"

It's the leader's fault if he doesn't understand the three views of his men, and it's the leader's fault if he doesn't understand people's words and winks.

Forget it, I will bear it.

After the end of a small farce, the chief guard said in Carlos' ear: "Your Majesty, there is still a group of people who have not returned."

"Go ask the situation, make sure you are disoriented, and prepare to act before you see anyone in half an hour."

"Yes."

About twenty minutes later, a single soldier returned to the camp covered in mud.

"Your Majesty, we found the corpses of a few dwarves while hunting. They were still fresh. We followed the traces to investigate and found a group of dwarves and a few orcs trapped in a cave by a group of jackals. The other two were in a cave. Lookout, I'll report on the situation."

Although he looked embarrassed, the soldier's speech was clear and energetic, and his words were full of murderous intentions.

According to his reaction, the number of wolves in that group was between sixty and eighty, and it seemed that there were spellcasters.

But, who are the people around Carlos?

I have talked about feelings with the orcs, and wrestled with the ogres, the iron-blooded murloc veteran who doesn't change his face!

To paraphrase vulgar words, they don't ask how many enemies there are, only where they are!

For the patrol team of dwarves and orcs, this group of gnolls are terrible enemies, because neither side has enough energy and strength to deal with gnolls who do not know where they come from in the fierce battle between the alliance and the tribe.

But Carlos, who is a strong passerby, is also unlucky for this group of jackals.

"Black dwarf or yellow dwarf?"

Carlos asked.

"It's too dark to see clearly, but it should be yellow."

The soldier recalled, not sure.

"The dwarves are our ally, and it's not good to meet them. The guard, take an alliance to deal with it, and the people can be rescued. Don't worry about the spoils. The wolves' spellcasters shoot them to death with random arrows. Don't survive. "

"Yes!"

As soon as there was a battle, the soldiers who were wrapped in blankets in twos and threes were all excited and urged their captain to sign up with their eyes. However, the captain of the bodyguard knew too much about the cautious thinking of his men and ignored the restless hearts of the soldiers. He took away the night watchman last night, leaving the soldiers with more physical reserves to guard Carlos.

The distance was too far, the screams were not heard, the wind direction was good, and the blood could not be smelled. After waiting patiently, the soldiers returned before the moon reached the zenith.

"Praise the great man, Your Majesty Carlos, it's exciting to see you, thank you for your selfless assistance, I thought I was going to die in the quagmire of the wetland, hahahahaha."

The dirt-covered dwarf familiarly wanted to hug Carlos, but was blocked by Carlos's hand.

"Man, I think a few buckets of hot water will make you more comfortable, and then eat something."

Carlos tactfully rejected the enthusiasm of the dwarf.

"That said, where did these damn monsters come from. His Royal Highness Carlos, please allow Bryan to leave for a while."

After the dwarf finished speaking, he took the towel from the soldiers and put it on his shoulders, and took the hot water at both ends, and walked around behind the tent to prepare for a rinse.

Taking advantage of this interval, Carlos listened to the report of his subordinates.

When the human soldiers felt that the wizard of the gnoll was casting a spell, a large number of swamp creatures were controlled and flocked to the cave. The dwarves and the orcs temporarily cooperated under the threat of the gnoll to resist the offensive of the gnoll.

It can be judged that one of the orcs is a swordsman, but the blood-soaked bandage on his body indicates that he is injured.

Carlos's soldiers did not move blindly. They approached slowly and carefully lurked. After they were deployed, they opened the way with kerosene, bursting arrows to pave the way, and directly analized the group of jackals in the chaos.

Then five dwarves of the Bronzebeard clan were rescued from the cave.

Carlos nodded in satisfaction, if his guards didn't even have the strength to crush the jackals one-on-one, what's the use of raising this group of trash on their own. Among Alterac’s 100,000 young men, less than 700 people were selected. Half of them were filled into the Royal National Knights, and half were filled into the Guards. They were trained and practiced in the most scientific way on weekdays, and used the most magical equipment. Now, the top-notch food is provided, can't it be sturdy combat power?

"Aren't there still a few orcs?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"died."

"died?"

"Yes, His Royal Highness Brian is the younger brother of His Majesty King Magni. There is no need to lie to us. He said that the orcs yelled two excitedly when we launched the fire attack, and then died. It was not they who moved. hand."

The head of the guard was also a little puzzled about this, but he still gave Carlos the orc's relic.

Brian? Brian! Oh, Brian. Carlos didn’t hook the name Brian with the black outfits and Bronzebeard in the two heroes. He was still wondering about the bizarre death of the Orc Swordmaster, but after he understood that Brian was the Brian. , It suddenly became clear.

"Prepare some hot food for our dwarf friend."

After the chief guard left, Carlos opened the orc's life-protected package with the orange flame of the campfire.

There are three papers in it.

After reading them one by one, they are all very time-sensitive command documents, which are not very helpful for future alliance offensives. After reading it over and over again, Carlos suddenly found a strange term-Blackfang Clan? !

History has changed. Red Blackhand stole the position of chief of the Blackhand clan ahead of time. Why is there still the title of Blackfang Clan? Is there any moth out of his brother Mem Blackhand?

Sure enough, water can carry boats and can also row boats.

Carlos gave a fascinating smile, when learning a foreign language is always useful.

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