Anomaly Of Warcraft

At noon on the third day, Anduin Lothar's support finally arrived.

Carlos embraced Saidan Dassault enthusiastically.

"I thought you would hide from me forever, teacher."

"Avoiding it, it's good for us, isn't it?"

"I can understand."

"I blame myself, but I don't regret it."

After whispering softly, the two strong men loosened their arms.

After weighing the pros and cons, Anduin Lothar chose to completely believe in Carlos, coupled with the endorsements of Khadgar and Dalaran, and mobilized the most elite two hundred people to the altar of the storm for Carlos to send.

"Sora, long time no see."

Alleria greeted her friendly, but the response she got was a disdainful "cut~~".

Although disaster is about to come, but in this small temporary camp, it is like a gathering of old friends who have reunited after a long time, full of joyful atmosphere.

It has been two years since the Orcs landed on Hillblad to the Alliance counterattacked southward. Without counting the casualties of civilians, the number of sergeants killed was more than 150,000. Especially in the early days of the war, the warnings brought by the Lordaeron kingdoms to Anduin Lothar were doubtful, and the orcs' fronts showed humans what the art of war is like.

In just three months, more than 70,000 people were killed in the first batch of 100,000 recruits, and the original Hillblad defense line was breached.

However, under the cruel pressure of the war, the surviving sergeants became the backbone and main force in the future, accumulating valuable strength and experience for the alliance's follow-up counter-offensive.

And the two hundred people sent by Anduin Lothar were enough to form a teaching group. If they were used as the backbone and filled with soldiers, it could be expanded into a combative army within one month.

These valuable war experts are usually scattered everywhere as grass-roots officers, playing the role of mainstay, but in order to deal with this crisis, they meet again.

"It's magnificent, Marshal Lothar is really bold enough. I look at more than half of the people I know."

Carlos responded to everyone who saluted him, and then whispered to Saidan Dathrohan.

"Originally Turalyon, Uther, and Gavinrad wanted to come, but the marshal refused. The marshal said that you need super soldiers, not command generals, so the standard for selecting people is to be able to fight, very good. They are especially good at fighting. Except for the elves that Alleria brought, everyone else is a good guy who tears orcs."

Saidan Dathrohan said proudly.

"It's obviously only been the past two years, but it feels like it was ten years ago. Am I getting old?"

Carlos said half jokingly.

"This is war, neither romantic nor glorious."

Saidan Dathrohan understood that Carlos wanted to use jokes to dilute the faint estrangement between the two, but the topic was really not funny.

"Well, let's remember the past later. Teacher, please take them to rest first. I still have work to do. We will talk during dinner."

"no problem."

Saying goodbye to Saidan Dathrohan for the time being, Carlos walked up to Alleria.

"Have you changed your hair style? I almost didn't recognize it."

"Carlos, can you change the joke?"

"The taste remains the same."

"This is X harassment."

Sora interjected suddenly.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, it's funny."

"Well, it seems that you guys are talking very happily. I'm the one who cares too much."

Carlos shrugged his shoulders indifferently, preparing to turn and leave.

"Wait, I'll go with you, Sola, see you later."

"Humph."

Finding an unoccupied awning, Carlos and Alleria sat down.

"How did you come?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"Didn't you make a request for magical support? The people who came this time are all very powerful wizards. Whether it is for the purpose of facilitating command or protecting them, I am the best person to lead the team."

Alleria explained calmly.

"Go back, this action is very threatening, even if it's me, I'm ready to die in battle. Alleria, go back."

Carlos said sincerely.

"Child, I have been on the battlefield longer than you and your father combined, and it is not your turn to educate me on the preciousness of life."

Alleria was suddenly a little angry and spoke ruthlessly.

"If it was the former Alleria, I would rejoice to have a comrade-in-arms like you."

Carlos said blankly.

"You are so annoying."

Alleria lowered her head suddenly and said weakly.

"Really, go back, this is a sincere message given as a friend."

Carlos was making his last effort.

As an alliance senior, he has the authority to read the military situation. The intelligence of the death knight's return to the battlefield has greatly moved the alliance's senior management.

As the biggest insider, Carlos's associations are far more abundant than others.

Is Gul'dan remnants of the remnants of the Broken Isles or the remnants of the Shadow Council in Draenor?

Either way, it is not good news.

The war monster named Death Knight is a nightmare in the hearts of all alliances.

For Alleria, his brother Lilas was the darkest throbbing in the nightmare.

A bold and realistic guess, the heroic battle of Lilas attracted the attention of Gul'dan, and the young Quel'Thalas, who was once a five-speaking four-beauty in the new era, was very likely to be transformed into a death knight.

Otherwise, it doesn't really make sense why the orcs had to take a lot of trouble to transport his corpse.

This incident has become Alleria's demon.

A warrior who is not afraid of death is a terrible meat grinder on the battlefield, but a commander who paralyzes himself by fighting is a headache for both superiors and subordinates.

Alleria was mad, mad and sensible. This sensible madness was a double-edged sword, and Carlos did not dare to touch it.

"Without me, you can't command those arrogant mages. Are you sure you want to chase me away?"

Alleria asked with a smile.

"Forget it, just be happy. The specific action is about two days later. Take a good rest and adjust your state. Then, with the determination to die, we will save the world."

"good."

The dark iron dwarf under heart control had been secretly sent to the lower level of the Blackrock Tower as early as eight hours ago. From the analysis of the feedback intelligence of the monitoring and positioning spell, the target's location was constantly approaching the center of the earth. Even if Mrs. Morgan was not contacted, Carlos's plan was still a bet.

In the temporary camp of the Altar of Storms, a large number of fire-resistant potions and heat-resistant equipment are working overtime to make them.

The determination to be bold and not afraid of death is important, but the awareness that you must first sharpen your tools is also indispensable. Without a well-fitted weapon and a well-fitted armor, fighting against the fire element with your bare hands is nonsense.

While Carlos was preparing for battle, Anduin Lothar also received the latest news.

"Marshal, the tribe has taken action! The scouts reported that the orc army of more than 50,000 people is gathering, and will be in contact with the outer guards of our army in one day at most."

Was it normal military operations or did the orcs heard the wind?

Anduin Lothar fell into deep thought, and the shadow of Ragnaros interfered with his judgment.

There are still two days and three hours before the one hundred and twenty hours in the fable.

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