Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Uncle, there are at least thousands of trolls looking at the firelight, how to play." Creeping in the grass, Carlos consulted Biglas who happened to happen.

"How do I know that in the wild battle in the big forest, I can stand you too. If Danas dare to propose such a tactic, I dare to beat him to death." Biglas despised Carlos unreservedly.

In the era of cold weapons, maintaining officers' control over soldiers is the only way to win wars. The night battle is the greatest destruction of this kind of control. As an attacker in a night battle, it is necessary to overcome the difficulty of coordination and ordering by friendly forces in order to effectively control the attacking group to attack the opponent, otherwise it is likely to be surrounded by the reacting enemy.

"At present, the result is good. The trolls have also been confused by us, and their forces have been dispersed. The guys in the front camp are the last established enemies." Carlos licked his face to show his merits. .

"Yeah, the problem is that I am a hundred or so, and there are only six hundred people around us. What can we use to attack twice the number of enemies." Biglas really wanted to take out Tocaral and stab Carlos to death.

Now that the entire coalition is scattered in a forest of ten square kilometers, it is almost impossible to form an effective command. If the trolls desperately launch a counter-attack after dawn, the troops behind will most likely flee when they encounter the defeated soldiers in front. The current dominant situation of mankind is likely to turn into a collapsed situation.

Take out the pocket watch, the faint phosphor in the case provides a light source for the owner to observe the time.

"Uncle, let's go for a wave, I made an agreement with Audlen, half an hour after the attack, no matter how many troops he gathers, he will come to support us." Carlos said lightly, but his heart was puffed and puffed. The straight drums.

Previously, the mysterious power from the East had dominated Carlos's will, and Carlos, who had calmed down, also found himself in a dangerous situation. Fighting too much, forcing yourself to the edge of the cliff for the uncertain future, is it really worth it? Carlos suddenly felt that he understood what the psychology of those gamblers who took their fate was—it was better to win than to die. In this case, what are you afraid of? It is the right truth to fight for a white future.

"Are you serious?" Biglas asked seriously.

"The winner takes everything, and the loser has no bones. Uncle, those who die the fastest are always those who are afraid of death." Carlos grinned in the dark, the faint starlight set off a mouthful of white teeth, which permeated people's hearts. Panic.

"Follow me in a while!" Such a simple order was passed on by the soldiers word of mouth and carried on. This is what Carlos once learned, the more chaotic, the simpler the order. "Haley's Comet visits the earth once every 76 years" should not be too miserable as a joke that the soldiers of the Hope Nation conveyed as "The 76-year-old General Harley will visit the camp on a motorcycle."

Fearing that General Audron would be late, Carlos deliberately delayed the impact time by fifteen minutes. As a result, in the large forest with less than five meters of visibility, more than 600 coalition soldiers launched a true and decisive charge.

At a distance of more than three hundred meters, with a silent trot to a moderate warm-up, when the troll finds movement in the bushes, hiding is no longer meaningful.

Anger howling one after another, the dialects of various accents boil down to three words: dry, fuck, and kill.

Between the battles, Carlos threw the previously unused magic wolf smoke into a pile of bonfires, and the dark red smoke passed through the shade of the trees and rushed straight into the sky.

"I don't have this good stuff!" Biggers was angry, and he let the wolf smoke scare away the trolls earlier, and what he wanted to do.

"If you don't get stuck, the troll will run away." Carlos replied.

"What an enemy? You don't even want your life?" Biglas was stunned by Carlos' madness.

"The young and strong don't work hard, and the boss is sad. You don't need to fight with your life. How can you build a big crystal palace." Carlos himself in a state of excitement didn't know what he was pulling.

Can’t stop, the sergeants who lurked for most of the night supported them with one breath. If the trolls were given time to react, it would be difficult for the exhausted human soldiers to fight head-on with the trolls with superior individual combat effectiveness. Gouge through the camp of the trolls.

But even the powerful warriors like Biglas and the fleshy monsters like Carlos, after a long march and several fierce battles, have some weakness in their hands and feet.

The soldiers who launched the assault have formed a group and began to conduct defensive operations. The surrounding trolls responded after the initial chaos, and a large number of soldiers surrounded the coalition forces in a circular arc.

(Destroy them?)

(Half is good, chase their deserters forward, victory is at your fingertips.)

After the troll commanders discussed it, the cruel army battle began. In front of the troll's spear throwing, human soldiers lacking shields suffered heavy casualties. The first round of spear throwing ended and at least one hundred human soldiers fell.

"That won't work, Carlos, think about a solution!" Biglas shouted loudly to adjust the formation, while shouting at Carlos, "The morale of the soldiers is going to collapse, think about a solution."

Can there be any way, Carlos took out his pocket watch and took a look. It has been 20 minutes since the agreed time. Where are the reinforcements? The troll is also at the end of the battle, as long as there is a force of 300 people to attack from the side, victory belongs to human beings. People, where are the reinforcements!

There is no choice but to use the last hole card.

"Soldiers, I am Carlos Barov, your future king! I will take the lead in the charge!" Carlos roared and launched [Heroic Glory].

Four hundred humans fought against eight hundred trolls, and even if Carlos opened a heroic battle, the loss ratio was only one to one. When his magic power was exhausted, it was when mankind was defeated.

There are still seven seconds to empty, Carlos has no time to think, the burning sensation in his lungs burns his reason, fighting has changed from a skill to an instinct.

Suddenly, a flying hammer drew a weird arc and shattered the head of a troll trying to attack Carlos behind his back.

Under the faintly bright sky, something was constantly shaking in the shadow of the tree, and both sides in the fight temporarily slowed down.

A question filled the hearts of everyone present, reinforcements, which side?

"Aha! Let you try the hammer of Lord Beckham!"

For the first time in his life, Carlos felt that the dwarf's big beard was so elegant, and the nose bigger than Ruofeng was so sexy.

After winning, Elune was on his side.

When the sun was born, Oka led the thousand deadwood warriors provided by Elder Cole and finally bypassed the annoying guy in the Terminator fortress and his blocking forces, and caught up with the human forces.

"Scout, how is Sinsaro's reinforcements?" Oka asked.

"We found a dying Evil Branch Troll. He said that the battle was over a day ago and the Evil Branch Troll was wiped out. Patriarch, we are late." The scout replied.

"It's time to ambush humans?" the subordinate asked.

"No, go back the same way, this war is no longer necessary." Oka sighed deeply.

PS: To pay tribute to the great "Chun Ge Biography", the author -kun accepts the transformation and re-education of the audience from the master, and now starts to increase the number of chapters. Well, the author -kun corrected it as soon as he knew it was wrong. Just start counting from nine thousand push-ups, the author -kun should start from nine hundred chapters, it shouldn't matter. perhaps.

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