Anomaly Of Warcraft

"To carry forward the style, not to be afraid of hardships and dangers, and to do our job well, we can't let the heroes shed blood and tears!"

Carlos's eloquent narration finally touched the two aunts, and the two high elves who had passed the ranger qualification certification finally both acted as hunters and went out foraging.

Sora and Alleria left for about a minute, and Carlos finally stopped rubbing his temples.

"There is still strength to cut wood and firewood to go out."

Seven or eight people left sparsely.

"Also has the ability to cast spells, has a full set of field survival skills, and has more than five years of higher education left."

This time, the horrified people were gone, and only Carlos and Khadgar were left in the hole.

Carlos stood up, walked to the fire, put out his hand and rubbed it, then moved his muscles and bones, shook his mind and came to Khadgar curled up in front of him, picked up his collar and pulled the archmage up, and started. Own performance.

"A team of nearly 400 people was born and died all the way. We succeeded. We put the King of the Balrog in its lair. We prevented the fire element from conquering the world. For this, we paid more than 300 lives. The price. Everyone who sacrificed in the underground is good and a hero of the Alliance. And you, too. Without your last spell, we don’t know how long we will be a mole under the ground, or even know Can you dig a way to escape before you die from exhaustion, starvation, suffocation, and death? You saved our lives."

"But I was the one who killed you. I finally managed to escape. I sent you to such a ghostly place. There is no winter clothes, no food, and exhausted soldiers sleep forever in their dreams. It's my fault..."

Khadgar closed his eyes in pain.

The comrades who were still laughing and laughing around the fire last night passed by and froze to death beside them with a smile.

Not one person, not two people, but more than a dozen people. The weird smile on the deceased's face deeply stabbed Khadgar's heart.

Carlos couldn't explain to Khadgar that the faces of the people who died of freezing were all ghosts, and he didn't even know how to comfort the mage who was in self-blame.

Living people are not a pile of 0 and 1 data. The entire operation lasted more than forty-eight hours. Even if the members of the death squad were all elite men and hard men, they couldn't stand the endless battles and marches. Even Carlos, as a Paladin, felt the sourness of his body being hollowed out, let alone other people.

Eighty-nine members escaped from the ground, and sixteen slept forever overnight.

Carlos understood that they were exhausted, but they couldn't speak more comforting words.

Unlike the horizontal corpses on the battlefield, this kind of death around you is even more painful.

Especially between great sorrow and joy, Khadgar, who was originally strong, was suddenly knocked down, beyond the expectations of all insiders.

After touching Khadgar's gray hair, Carlos could only mobilize the "faint" light to soothe his tired body and spirit.

"Think about it, you are the only one who sends spells from the Grandmaster here. We are still waiting for you to take us home."

Putting Khadgar back on the ground carefully, Carlos left silently.

It's still young after all.

The world is always easy to be misled by Khadgar's appearance, thinking that he is an elderly man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, but ignores his true age.

It was a young man who had just left the category of "children".

The beauty of distance is applicable to the present case. There are many orcs who died under Khadgar’s magic, and many comrades died in front of Khadgar, but such a neat row of people died because of Khadgar. , Still stabbed Khadgar's heart and penetrated his defenses, causing the old young archmage to fall into a deep self-denial state.

Therefore, it is hypocritical to talk about the Lord. Those who are full of emotions are easy to fall into moral problems, and those who lack humanity are easy to become evil incarnations.

No one blames you, entangled in a fart!

If he could tap "M" to open the map, Carlos wouldn't want to be Khadgar's psychological mentor at all. But the real world of Azeroth is called a big, big desperate. Don't even mention Alterac and Lordaeron, even Arathi's "human territory" in the traditional sense has large tracts of no man's land. The death-defying team members are no matter the elite of the human elite alliance, they are trapped in the vast snow forest, and they have no supplies. It is difficult.

After a day or two, Carlos didn't have the confidence and courage to lead everyone out, but there is no need to challenge the limit to survive in the wilderness... why bother.

After a round of inspections, I found that everyone in the pit was emotionally stable, that is, they were generally panicked. Some people even looked straight at the pile of kobold corpses. Carlos felt that it was necessary to go out for a circle.

It’s difficult to report everyone’s stomachs just by relying on Saidan Dathrohan to take out the hunting squad.

So Carlos arranged his equipment, walked out of the mine, and shouted at the guy who was cutting wood and firewood not far from the exit.

"Come on with me, two anti-movers, don't be aggressive."

Even if Carlos emphasized that don't be aggressive, he still followed out six people awkwardly.

Carlos kicked these people back to the cave, letting them borrow clothes to find supplies from the cold, and squeezed their nearly exhausted light to cast a group of weaker secondary power blessings for other guys who insisted on cutting wood and wood, and they felt a little panting. NS.

Since becoming a Paladin, how long has it not been in such a desperate situation?

The Holy Light is not a small universe of Saint Seiya, it can burst out with a few shouts.

The paladin squeezed the Holy Light when it was almost exhausted. In fact, it used the principle of reverberation to extract the [Solidized Light] that was usually used to strengthen the body, which was not much different from the sorcerer's blood turning blue.

Carlos waited until a few wildly dressed...unruly guys came out, the breath had calmed down.

"Let's go, go hunting, and eat meat tonight!"

Carlos suddenly came with a bit of pride, even without the power of the Holy Light, Laozi is a muscular man!

Under the laughter of howling ghosts and howling, the group stepped into the deep mountains and old forests.

Unlike the hunting team of Saidan Dathohan and Carlos Barov, the two-person team of Alleria and Sola did not have the difficulty of one foot and one foot.

Even if they are not comparable to the night elves who are known as the sons of nature, the racial talents of the elves have given the two agility far beyond human beings. Coupled with the hard training of the Farstrider troops, the two men with the title of Ranger shuttled between the forest and the snowy plains, unspeakably unrestrained and unrestrained.

After being run out of the cave by Carlos, in less than an hour, a total of seven birds were hanging from their waists.

Four to three, Alleria is currently leading.

"Aren't you just waiting to see me?"

Alleria couldn't help but speak first.

"Yes."

Sola glanced contemptuously and said.

"I do not understand why?"

Alleria asked curiously.

"Of course it is for the glory of Quel'Dorei!"

Sora flicked the tip of Alleria's hair and nailed a fat prey to the trunk with a weird light flashing in her eyes.

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