Anomaly Of Warcraft

Going up the mountain is easy to go down the mountain, Carlos originally thought that Sylvie would let Wigmar send another teleportation circle to send everyone back.

However, after discussing basic cooperation matters, Steve Watson led everyone on a walk for about two kilometers, and then in a sheltered camp, Carlos saw a goblin-style airship.

"Praise Mrs. Jack Sparrow for your service."

Greenskins, goblins.

"Madam, your subordinates are really talented."

Carlos couldn't help but complain.

"The Morgan Consortium's business scope is relatively broad. Booty Bay has 17% of our shares."

Sylvie Morgan calmly took out a windshield and put it on.

"Captain Jack, take our distinguished guests to Camp 4."

"No problem, ma'am."

When Steve Watson guided Carlos and his men into the airship, he locked the gate.

"Uh!? Sylvie, won't you go with us?"

A distance of more than 20 meters, Carlos cried out in confusion.

"I still have something to do. I need to go to Camp 17 below the mountain. We can see you tomorrow, so don't worry."

After speaking, Sylvie Morgan went to the material accumulation point in the camp, opened a windproof and waterproof linoleum, and launched a dump motorcycle. The mysterious wizard Wigma consciously sat in the dump, and then Sylvie Morgan lifted the corners of her skirt and stopped her waist, revealing tight leather pants and long wind boots, riding on the means of transportation towards the rising airship. The crowd waved goodbye.

"Steve, what's the name of this mountain?"

"Autumn Mountain."

Carlos felt that he was messed up in the wind.

Standing on the bow of the airship, although it seems a cool thing to blow in the third person, as the first person party, Carlos felt his skin tighten and his head hurt. The goblin airship has always maintained a height of at least two kilometers, and the lush forest under his feet is nothing to see. Carlos decided to go to the cabin to have a rest and have a good chat with Steve Watson.

About two hours later, the airship landed.

The Red Ridge Mountains stretch endlessly, and in a crack in a canyon, the Morgan Consortium built the so-called Camp No. 4.

It has to be said that Captain Jack Sparrow’s driving skills are really good. The width of the top of the canyon crack is only 50 meters, and the width of the goblin airship is about 30 meters. Under such primitive directional dynamic control system, the airship can be stabilized. Lowering is by no means a relaxing thing.

"Your Majesty, we're at the station, let's go down."

Walking on the escalator linking the airship, there was a lot of shaking. Although Carlos pretended not to care, his heart was still a little hairy. But not all the people want to harm me all the time. The escalator is very firm. After getting his feet on the ground again, Carlos stomped his feet heavily, dispelling the subtle sense of weightlessness in the body.

"This is our arsenal and material warehouse. It is very secretive. Your Majesty can take a rest."

Steve Watson bowed and then led Carlos and his party to the room to rest.

You need to be careful when you go out. Even though it seems that the two sides are allies at present, Carlos's guards still refuse the warm hospitality of each other.

Carlos has a room for one person, two people are guarded indoors, and four are guarded outdoors. The other six people rest in another room not more than 20 meters away from Carlos's residence.Camp No. 4 is built on the two walls of the canyon. Even if it is hidden and difficult to attack, it is not easy to evacuate in emergencies. This makes the guards have to fight for 120,000 points.

"Your Majesty, what the hell are the guys from the Morgan Consortium doing? I don't quite understand their behavior."

Seeing Carlos half leaning on the bed reading a book, the guard hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his doubts.

The guards who can be brought by Carlos are themselves worthy of training.

Carlos didn't like the kind of dumb boy who only knew the execution of the death order. Loyalty was important and thought was more important. People who did everything by themselves were exhausted in the end. Only by erecting a common goal is the only way to move forward hand in hand.

So Carlos didn't mind answering the doubts of his subordinates.

"Reversely from the conclusion, we need their financial and influence help, and they need our military support. Since everyone needs each other, then the possibility of turning their faces is unlikely. If you don’t understand anything, just watch juggling tricks. Don’t worry too much."

"But your Majesty, there are too few guards by your side! Although I personally think you are unmatched, but no matter how strong your personal force is, it will not be able to match a whole army. I am very worried."

Carlos opened his mouth, said nothing in the end, and continued to look down at the book.

It is acceptable for subordinates to be loyal, but it is a bit of a disqualification to throw the troubles of being a leader to subordinates.

At dinner, Steve Watson led Carlos and his party from the cascading canyon buildings all the way down to the bottom of the valley.

A whole cow has been roasted on the campfire, and the smell of honey and spices diffuses everywhere.

You know, roasting whole lamb and whole beef is not an easy thing to make. It needs to be roasted little by little over medium heat, and the meat is brushed layer by layer with seasoning to make the meat tender and condiments. The taste infiltrates it. Generally roasting lamb requires three to four hours of roasting, but for a large piece of cattle, there is no continuous roasting for six to eight hours. The meat on the surface is burnt and the inside is still dripping. He is not a skilled hunter or specialized A trained cook can't cook the whole beef dish at all.

The protruding rock wall above the head has been blackened by smoke, the remaining smoke is blown away by the howling canyon wind, and the place where Carlos and the others sit is calm.

"Your Majesty, is this place pretty good?"

Steve Watson finally pulled out the long dagger around his waist, cut off the tenderest part of the spine and put it on a porcelain plate and handed it respectfully to Carlos.

"You will enjoy it."

Carlos answered the wrong question.

Most people think that beef ribs or beef tendons are the best parts, but they are not. Except for the drain and the ribs, the beef tenderloin is the best when it comes to meat quality. The meat is tender and smooth, and the taste is rotten and soft. And what Steve Watson took was the part with the least mass after the shoulder blades.

"Job needs, your majesty, you forgot. I have to deal with the expensive countries in the market. I don't know how to eat, drink, and play, but I can't do this job well."

Steve Watson replied without leaking.

Winking stopped his subordinates from preparing for drug testing, Carlos took a bite, and it was really good.

There are too many ways to kill people, so why use this thankless method, guard against defensive, to be so obvious to someone to see, this loyalty is too much.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to worry too much. Let's take a moment tonight, and wait until tomorrow, when Madam arrives, I have a statement."

How could a guy like Steve Watson in the aristocratic circle fail to understand the form? He said the words first, and then clapped his hands. More than twenty fair-looking maids came out with a smile for this trip. The bonfire dinner served the guests.

"..."

Carlos frowned, but soon calmed down.

Living in troubled times, if you say you die, you die. Someone pays the bill, so why stop your subordinates from indulging in pleasure for a while.

The guards of Carlos look at me, I look at you, and finally stare at Carlos.

"go Go."

Waved impatiently, Carlos ate the roast beef on his own.

"Why don't you go?"

"I have a fiancee at home."

"Why don't you go?"

"I'm Kee."

"Ahem..."

Looking at the two guys next to him, Carlos moved his butt calmly.

And Steve Watson didn't change his face, but the bottle poured wine for everyone.

The night was deep, and along the coastline to the northwest of the wetland, small boats kept going back and forth between battleships and the coastline.

The muddy tidal flats are too dangerous, and there is a danger of sinking even when walking in casual clothes. The precious mana of the Lords is unwilling to be used for blessing the soldiers, so they can only pick up and drop off the soldiers one by one.

A full six warships stayed quietly in the mist like giant beasts, and Alterac's soldiers landed slowly and orderly.

"It's too slow, your majesty's whereabouts are unknown, but we are sucking mist here, too slow!"

Ymir paced impatiently.

"General, your majesty has your majesty's consideration, and it is not our turn to question your majesty's decision."

The face of Carlos's respondent who stayed in the wetland was not so good. You, Ymir, became a great general. As guards, didn't we show our faces on the day when we were promoted.

"Raistlin, is there any way to locate your majesty?"

Ymir turned and asked the black-robed mage who was gathering herbs.

"No, there is no."

The Black Robe Mage replied with words in his words, but his attention was focused on the thorn grass in front of him.

"Don't worry about it, my king Yingming Shenwu, just follow his plan."

Dense fog shrouded and the visibility was less than 30 meters, the voice of Sola Starbreaker came, but no one was seen.

After a while, the former high elf ranger came and appeared in front of everyone.

"Smell of blood?"

Raistlin sniffed and asked suspiciously.

"Well, the murloc eyes are a rare delicacy. Anyway, there are horses after the people are off. Don't think about finishing things before dawn. It's the right thing to have a midnight snack."

After speaking, Sora threw a bloody cloth bag to Raistlin.

"Use silver leaf grass powder and ghost algae moss to remove the smell, and add some thorngrass when roasting. The one in front of you is good."

"I will owe you one more time after I do it. Is my favor so cheap, you only need me to do something that a serf can do?"

Raistlin's words did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he could not refer to his mood at all.

"No, no, no, it's just that you will owe me favors sooner or later, and keeping it is a waste."

After listening to Sola's speech, Raistlin's eyelids twitched visibly.

If it weren't for your majesty to call this female elf to go with you, Ymir would have been mad, but at this moment he could only ask respectfully: "Master Sola, how should we find your majesty?"

"you ask me?"

"Yes."

"Who am I asking?"

"you……"

"Okay, I'm not kidding with you. Raistlin is afraid of things, I'm not afraid. When the stars are shining, I will divination."

Even though Ymir thought Sola was crazy, he didn't doubt her ability and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't think I'm arrogant and domineering. Everything we have now is given by your majesty. In case your majesty has a long and two shortcomings, it will be light for the kingdom to fall apart. Can you understand my feelings?"

The corresponding guard explained, and Ymir stopped talking.

For his own wayward king, General Ymir had a terrible headache.

Alterac now has 70,000 troops empty, but it can't be shipped.

The Alliance confiscated all sea ships to prepare for the upcoming South Blue conquest. At this moment, the transfer of six warships from South Blue Town is already the limit. You can't spread the news of your king's loss to the south all over the world, right?

"Actually, I'm very puzzled, why don't you go back to the boat and ask Brick, that guy must know something."

Sola asked boredly with his toes and tilted his head.

"I hope to find your Majesty, and Brick Master will never disobey the king's wishes."

After thinking about it for a moment, Ymir expressed his concerns.

"Do you want to make a decision for your king?"

"The king made a mistake, shouldn't the minister point it out?"

Realizing that his voice was a little loud, it aroused the onlookers of the surrounding soldiers, and Ymir lowered his voice.

"All the monkeys on the mountain started to jump again while His Majesty was away. The kingdom needs its king now!"

So, you are just a general, and Carlos is the king.

Sora understood Ymir's cryptic suggestion, but didn't take it seriously. Instead, she joked: "When I meet, I will blow the pillow with Carlos. You said he is the Monkey King."

"Come on, your majesty is not interested in you."

Only in this respect, Ymir dared to joke with Sola.

"It doesn't mean that there won't be in the future. It's easy for a woman to chase a man. Besides, the old lady is so beautiful."

Sora ended the topic with the flow.

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