Anomaly Of Warcraft

Previously, I went to the appointment alone because the hundreds of brothers were outside the door, with a cloud-piercing arrow, and thousands of horses came to meet each other.

Now that the kidnappers just give a teleportation coordinate, he counts on Carlos to go to the meeting alone.

Don't make trouble, if you get caught, Illusia will help.

So Carlos is betting that the kidnapper will contact him again when he can't get a positive answer.

Although there is the possibility of the kidnappers tearing the ticket, Carlos must endure the torment of the soul.

The simplest logic.

If the kidnapper’s purpose is the Book of Medivh, or Carlos. Then Ilucia's hostage role is irreplaceable.

Even if the kidnappers wanted to force Carlos to give in by hurting Ilucia, he would have to hand his fingers, ears, and blood books to Carlos' hands.

But Carlos openly declared that he would do a short-term penance in Alterac's largest church, and no one would be seen, which made it difficult for the kidnappers.

Make a ferocious expression invisible to the blind?

Even the target of the threat no longer exists, and the act of threat itself becomes a useless function to vent anger.

Although it does not rule out the possibility that the kidnappers became angry and hurt Elucia's life.

But this is the way Carlos can't think of another way.

Fortunately, he was right.

The closed confessional, the only door to the outside world opened.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Honorable Majesty the King. I am the master's loyal servant named Nig Dashabi, and as you can see, I am a mage. Your Majesty, your sister, is now in my hands. "

Carlos, wearing a brown linen blouse, slowly stood up from the ground, and ended the not-so-focused meditation.

Because of keeping the same movement for a long time, Carlos' legs and feet were a little numb, and his muscles were a little stiff, but this did not prevent him from walking to the mage Nig with a sense of oppression, and looking down at the kidnapper condescendingly.

"You have three sentences to give your last words."

Carlos suppressed his anger and said in a cold tone.

"No, no, no, Your Majesty, the initiative is now in my hands. I have to say that you have added a lot of work in order to increase the workload."

"one."

Carlos observed carefully and determined that this Nig was the master of the phantom in Khadgar's spell.

"Oh, noble King Carlos, you scared me."

Nigel patted his chest with a grandiose gesture.

"two."

"Well, it seems that our King is a cruel and ruthless guy, who doesn't care about the life and death of his sister, so we have to..."

Carlos grabbed the mage Nig's throat with a claw in his right hand, and lifted him in the air with one hand.

The mage never thought that human power could be so great that he could not react at a speed so fast that he could only use his arms to pinch Carlos's wrist in vain, kick and kick with both feet, trying to get out of Carlos' control. .

"You have too much nonsense. At this time tomorrow, three trees twenty miles southwest of the city are under lightning strikes. The Book of Medivh will be exchanged for Elucia. Love is exchanged, not rolling."

After speaking word by word, Carlos released his hand before Nigel reached the limit, and watched indifferently as the mage collapsed to the ground, breathing in air, his chest fluctuating like a toad, and coughing mixed violently. The sound of "齁齁".

The violent cough lasted for about one hundred and fifty counts, and the mage Nigg was finally able to speak intermittently.

"Cough cough cough cough, master... lord... lord, cough cough cough cough cough, no, yes, let go... you, cough cough cough cough, cough cough cough."

"get out."

Carlos waved his hand impatiently.

After a while, the cough and gasping of the mage Nigg finally subsided, but from his voice, Carlos's brutal behavior completely damaged his vocal cords. The sound that was originally magnetic was like a broken bellows at this moment. Same hoarse.

"As I said, the initiative Master is in our hands. Before the sun goes down tomorrow, there is an abandoned tower in the southwest of Sanchakou leading to Beishan Ranch. The transaction takes place there. You can bring up to ten people, and one more will do it for you. Sister, collect the body, hypocritical paladin."

"Humph."

Carlos snorted disdainfully.

"Hahahaha, cough cough cough, I know how the guy who can be the king can be a pedantic paladin. From your blocking the news, I can see that you don't care about your sister's life and death at all, you only care about your reputation! "

Nigel saw through everything with a look of hatred.

"Do I need to count three?"

Carlos asked back, Nigel's face changed drastically, and he quickly left the confessional.

"Do I need to track him down?"

After Nige left, Brother Bald flashed sideways into the confession room and asked Carlos in a low voice.

"No, don't underestimate any mage. Just trust Khadgar's spells at this time. Then, be prepared for people who are good at secretly sneaking and assassinating."

Carlos knelt again and sat with his back facing the door.

Brother Bald couldn't get any more instructions, so he had to exit the confessional and help Carlos close the door.

In this claustrophobic confession room, Carlos is not confessing and praying to the ethereal gods, but arranging his thoughts through meditation.

Too many disputes and complexity consumed him so much energy that Carlos felt a little confused.

Too many compliments veiled his tender heart, and Carlos understood a truth after reflection.

The world has never revolved around itself.

Whether it’s crossing or rebirth, oneself is no different from others.

But for the world of Azeroth, there shouldn't be too many people who travel through rebirth, dead and alive.

I want a good life and a happy ending for everyone.

Then take your life to fight!

"What I give, you can't refuse, what I want, I will take it."

Carlos's thoughts flowed, and finally he spit out these words softly.

You can't live without spine, and you can't Haki as a king.

Since the Ilucia kidnapping case, I have always responded passively. Although from the standpoint of my family, there is nothing wrong with putting the life and safety of the hostages as the top priority.

But what to do later.

Don’t let your family go out because you’re afraid of being kidnapped?

Sure enough, people are good at being deceived, and Ma Shan is being ridden by others.

It's still too weak. If you have that kind of power, that kind of power that no one dares to take the edge, who would dare to beat your family and friends!

Carlos came out of a strange feeling that he knew his thinking was biased, but didn't feel wrong.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind, and I found a clue that I had forgotten.

In the human world, especially the human world in this era, wizards are not a popular commodity. Even apprentices of wizards are very precious resources. And whether it was the guy who was trampled to death by themselves, or the guy who had just been hoisted, they kept calling someone the "master".

If it were ordinary people, it would probably have occurred to them that there was someone behind them, supported by a mysterious force. But after Carlos turned this turn, his thoughts were clear.

In Azeroth, the "master" may also be a reference to something indescribable!

Counting the time, Gul'dan should have found the Broken Isles and even entered the Tomb of Sargeras.

Originally, Carlos had been a little worried about what would happen if history went wrong, and Gul'dan obtained the Eye of Sargeras and inherited the power that Sargeras had left on Azeroth.

However, this sudden kidnapping case gave Carlos a new idea.

Gul'dan was still dead, as dead as he should have been. In Sargeras' eyes, Gul'dan's existence was not worth mentioning.

Chu'gall still lived, as if he lived according to fate. Rewarded by the "master", the fierce beast with two heads should have gone to Silithus to complete his dogleg mission.

If these guesses are true, then everything has an explanation.

The Twilight Church is about to appear.

The ancient god, here comes.

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