Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Your Majesty, all the orcs' catapults have been destroyed."

The chief guard knelt on one knee and reported the military situation to Carlos, but Carlos focused his attention on the bloody axe blade.

Even for Arcanite products, the axe blade still appears to be curled.

He took a step back with his right foot, squatted down, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and sprinkled it on the semi-solidified Bloodline of the Arcanite Axe, then scraped off the dirt with the outside of the iron-embedded glove, Carlos stood up.

"Receive the team."

Using a knight with three offenses and three defenses to play a big G with zero offense and zero defense, there is no sense of accomplishment at all.

This team of orcs are all the guys who have never been to Hillblad, and no one has even heard of Carlos's name, which makes Carlos's desire to be forced to be completely unsatisfied.

Seven people were killed and fourteen were seriously injured. The manpower brought by Carlos used less than 20% of the casualties to fight the two centuries of Orcs, which deeply shocked the guys in the Morgan Militia.

Yes, although Julius followed and charged with someone, the militia found themselves unable to keep up with Carlos at all.

According to the summarized experience, the Morgan Militia used the process of two people in front, one person behind, and bow and arrow shooting when fighting the orcs, which basically conformed to the situation of the alliance against the orcs in Hillblad at the beginning of the war.

But Carlos and his soldiers completely overturned the senses of these militiamen in the Morgan Militia.

When was the orc so weak?

There is no detour, no tactics, the orcs are completely crushed in the single combat power.

Especially the king of Alterac, that violent posture, not only shocked the enemy, but also his own people.

"Your Majesty, how do you deal with these orc corpses?"

On the battlefield, the record and achievements can best explain the problem. When Carlos proved himself by force, Julius, who had originally respected the crown, was truly convinced.

"Do whatever you want."

Putting the axe on his shoulders, Carlos turned and waved his hand, and all the guards left the battlefield relying on each other.

All the way, I got good news, but after the battle, Carlos speculated more than one bad news.

First of all, Reid. Blackhand screamed, and Orgrim regained power, because these orcs, who were obviously not the return of Lordaeron, chanted the name of Doomhammer in the battle cry.

Secondly, the black dragon prince Nefarian intervened in the orc civil strife, because the noose used by the orc sling was actually a dragon tendon.

Although in the novel, after the Battle of Glory in the Burning Plains, the orcs were defeated, Nefarian sheltered the defeated Blackrock Orcs into the Blackrock Spire. But wake up, in real life, where is the warmth and calmness, Nefarian starts from the position that is most beneficial to him, and controlling the tribe behind the back is the perfect option.

Therefore, the Alliance is likely to face not only the Orcs, but also the Black Dragon Legion.

To be honest, Carlos is really curious that in the Battle of the Burning Plains on another timeline, the Black Dragon Legion and the Dark Iron Dwarves watched the Alliance and the Horde fight to death?

Thinking about this, Carlos waited for Steve. Watson returned to Morgan Watch.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to introduce you. This is Master Wigmar. He will lead your Majesty and your guards to the residence of the lady."

A taciturn mage nodded to Carlos as a salute.

The guards of Carlos couldn't help glaring at him. They were really rude.

But Carlos nodded calmly and said something to start.

Wigma didn't talk nonsense, stomped her foot, her aura came out of the mage's robe, blowing up gravel dust. When the dust falls, sharp-eyed people have discovered that the ground is actually as clean as a wash.

Wigma took out a water sac with magic runes, poured the water in the sac onto the palm of his hand and then dripped to the ground like a silver thread. The next magical scene happened. The water seemed to be alive. It didn't seep into the sand or gravel at all. Instead, it ignored the gravity and flowed on its own, drawing a mysterious trajectory.

Carlos sniffed and asked with a little doubt: "Pure water? I can smell evening primrose and dream leaf grass."

Wigma's brows jumped, and he was surprised that the giant man who was full of fireworks in front of him had knowledge of magic and pharmacy, but he still didn't speak.

It seems that water sacs with a capacity of up to one and a half liters continuously flow out magical water, and a complex array with a diameter of more than five meters is gradually taking shape.

"Very delicate structure. To be honest, I can understand at most one-third of it. With this magic circle alone, you deserve the title of master."

Carlos praised sincerely.

The paladin is not just a brash man who only knows how to cut people with knives. The careful training of his mother from childhood has given Carlos a good knowledge of magic. With the growth of his status, there are many mysteries that are life-threatening for civilian wizards. You can also look at it at will, Carlos has actually gotten started with the sacred spells.

But now it takes two million experience points to improve the paladin's perception. Carlos's daily life is only 1,000 points, and it is getting more and more difficult. If you want to rely on system upgrades, you can only waste time. So Carlos took two-pronged approach, and he is also conducting related research.

The basic principle of the magic circle is probably to communicate the water flow, use the stars and another incomprehensible force coordinate to locate, in short, it is a teleportation circle.

Although being able to teleport without relying on the mage tower and the space node is a great thing in itself, Carlos clearly felt that this magic circle was not that simple.

"Well, Your Majesty Carlos, let's go, how many guards do you need to bring with you?"

When Wigma stopped, the blue fluorescent water vapor filled the space, the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, Steve. Watson asked with a smile.

Never pretend to be forced when you shouldn’t. Carlos hadn’t considered going ahead alone. He turned his head and looked at it. Carlos let his head of the bodyguard stay in command of others, and named a few meticulously. The names of the guards, enough twelve people, and then come and Steve. Watson nodded in greeting.

Carlos, Twelve Guards, Steve. Watson, together with the Wigma who was standing in the center of the magic circle, stood fifteen people directly into the five-meter magic circle and it didn't seem too crowded.

In the field of vision of the chief guard, a mist lingered, fifteen people disappeared all at once.

From Carlos's perspective, after the space outside the magic circle was distorted like a stream of water, it was calm again, and the stars were already moving.

Facing a huge lake, or mountains in the distance, or an open space, the slightly biting majesty blows the water vapor on the surface, which is so uncomfortable.

"Heir to the blood of the ancestors, you are finally here, praise Elune."

A soft and intoxicating voice came from behind, Carlos turned his head abruptly, and with just one glance, the identity of the woman speaking was confirmed.

Sylvie. Morgan.

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