Anomaly Of Warcraft

Walking through the back door is an art.

In various senses.

In the hometown of dreams, on that blue planet, in the time when ancestors lived, there was an empire called Rome.

There are many reasons for the collapse of the empire, but one of the most talked about is that the back door went too many, which affected the birth rate, leading to the decline of the dominant ethnic status of the Romans, and finally the new barbaric nation walked through the back door.

Brackets laughed, Carlos could only use cranky thoughts to resolve loneliness during the boring and difficult march.

In real life, interpersonal relationships are an important part of strength, so why should we be blamed for the backdoor of ability. You cannot criticize social injustice, because you are not losing at the starting line, but some people are born at the end. Carlos couldn’t help thinking that if he was born in a merchant family, he might refer to Lu Buwei’s fortune and make money and invest in Varian; if he was in a farmer’s family, he might innovate farm tools, enclose land, and seek a birth, and then Continue to climb.

No matter how you were born, your unwillingness to be lonely will eventually drive yourself to the peak of power.

Being born to know is a terrible thing.

Just as other people don’t understand why Carlos would rather delay the handling of political affairs and exercise for four hours a day.

The ignorant is fearless, precisely because he knows the secrets that others don't know, and the fear of the future drives Carlos to keep moving forward.

Even Carlos can proudly say that there is no one who can fight harder than himself. Without the external cheat, he is not the one with the highest combat effectiveness and one of the best.

Why do you fight like this?

Of course it is to change life for heaven-defying.

The tragic fate of the Barov family has been reversed by himself.

But what about the fate of Azeroth?

The Burning Legion and the ancient gods, the source of all suffering on this planet.

Destiny exists as real as the ocean, but the individual life is unable to check himself in this vast expanse of ups and downs.

Carlos dare not pretend that he is more visionary than the bronze dragon, but he is willing to fight for the happiness of everyone.

Carlos is willing to fight and work hard in order to continue the good life.

Because he is afraid of death, he is not afraid of death.

Contradiction and harmony.

In the eyes of others, this is a military operation with a high probability of success, and it is worth the risk.

Carlos couldn't explain to others that this was a gamble that opened the bow without turning back the arrow.

The invasion of the orcs is a disaster to humans and a catastrophe to all the intelligent lives of the Eastern Kingdom. But for the world of Azeroth, it was a life-saving medicine.

Kil'jaeden the fraudster manipulated all this behind his back, and Sargeras temporarily removed his attention from Azeroth because of Kil'jaeden's participation.

The failure of the orcs led to the death of Ner'zhul. Ner'zhul's death led to the birth of the Lich King. Because of the existence of the Lich King, the Scourge raged across the land. The existence of the Scourge prevented the ancient gods from recovering. In order to resist the Burning Legion's destiny to destroy Azeroth, the ancient gods tried to stand on the side of the creatures of Azeroth. The Scourge Legion’s backwater not only delayed the Burning Legion’s invasion, but also suppressed the recovery of the ancient gods.

This is the real reason why there must be a Lich King.

The wisdom that guards the dragon is magnificent and full of energy, ring after ring.

Carlos thought day and night, and found that he couldn't do better than guarding the dragon.

Maybe this is really the best future for Azeroth.

The premise is that there is no interference from external forces.

In the absence of more variables, Nozdormu used the power bestowed by Amanthur, the father of the gods, to choose the worst ending for Azeroth.

Carlos couldn't solve this knot at all.

Therefore, he must seek the unexpected power of Azeroth to break this curse.

Naaru!

In the endless starry sky, the war between the Pantheon and the Burning Legion is in full swing. There are not many native civilizations that can survive the Burning Crusade, let alone help Azeroth.

Holy Light Legion!

Only the Light Legion presided over by Naaru had such strength and leeway.

Deathwing, no, the current guardian of the earth has not given up his name.

Neltharion's mental state is basically equivalent to the ancient god's schedule for corrupting Azeroth.

The guardian of the earth has never given up his duties. Right now, Yog-Saron has not succeeded in corroding Ulduar, C'Thun is still in a weak and resurrected state, and N'Zoth is still dormant under the great Uzumaki.

This is the best opportunity.

This is a gamble against time.

Carlos is unwilling to follow Nozdormu's script, unwilling to watch countless tragedies happen before his eyes.

So this battle is not the end, but the beginning.

Although Draenor is also one of the worlds transformed by the Titans, the planet of Draenor is too primitive compared to Azeroth.

The Dark Portal connects the two worlds across billions of light years. Azeroth can withstand such a huge burden, but Draenor cannot.

As long as the Dark Portal is not closed for a moment, it will continuously consume the vitality between Azeroth and Draenor.

In history, it was Ner'zhul's unscrupulous research on space technology, which eventually led to a raging void storm that shredded the planet of Draenor.

However, Ner'zhul did not expect that his escape was like a child's play in front of the fraudster Kil'jaeden.

Finally, while the orc’s spiritual leader destroyed his homeland, he also sent himself and all the members of the clan that followed him to Kil'jaeden.

The orc warlocks of the Shadowmoon clan were transformed into Kil'jaeden's eternal toys, and the experimental weapons of the Burning Legion-Lich, Ner'zhul was made into the Lich King.

Use your brain carefully, start from the standpoint of the Burning Legion, think from Kil'jaeden's perspective, and add Archimonde as an unexpected variable.

The love and hatred of the Argus Big Three determined that Kil'jaeden's hatred could not be erased by the thousands of years of exile of the draenei.

When the orcs still have useful value, the possibility that Kil'jaeden will not actually descend on Draenor is extremely high.

Naaru is a secondary factor, even if it is better than Adal, Carlos does not think that this one can win Kil'jaeden securely.

The real factor is the sweetness of revenge.

Kil'jaeden longed for a magnificent revenge. He wanted to prove that Velen had betrayed the Eredars wrong. He would only stand up and accuse Velen of failure after Velen completely failed and had nothing.

Yes, sometimes a huge revenge action is just for the enemy to kneel down in front of you, and you say a few cool words to him.

The value of these few words is even greater than revenge itself.

If this basic logical inference holds.

Then Carlos thinks he has a lot to do.

Neither the dwarf technology nor the goblin technology can compare to the Legion Technology, and it is the Titan Technology that goes hand in hand with the Legion Technology.

The dwarf goblin technology is shocking.

Legion technology is intriguing.

Titan Technology, the ancestor of eight generations of awesome!

At the moment Ulduar, the Titan Guardian is not crazy yet, not even the guardian dragon can't easily set foot, if you want black technology, Draenor has become the first choice.

The arduous march is a long and muddy journey for ordinary soldiers, but Carlos spent this time organizing his thoughts and strengthening his conviction.

No matter how long the trek is, it will come to an end. After leaving the mountain and entering the other side of the dark swamp, the simple canopy and brazier provide a shelter for the Alliance soldiers to sleep in.

Because of the overestimation of the impact of the heavy rain and the difficulty of the road journey, the main force of this surprise force arrived at the assembly point a day and a half earlier.

There are still more than four thousand people behind, and we can't let it go. The tired soldiers also need a short rest, delicious hot food, and gasping for breath.

The raindrops were not big, but densely overwhelmed. This kind of rain cut off the room for the orcs to explore. The skyrocketing muddy water of the swamp covered the original road, and only the previously arranged beacons were exposed.

The terrain where the Dark Portal is located is higher, and the situation should be better.

Carlos decided to leave it alone after waiting for a day.

The last hot soup and hot rice, the last restful sleep.

At the appointed time, the engineers ignited the flamethrower. The fuel filled was enough to burn for at least seventy-two hours. The Union soldiers in raincoats checked for the last time whether their weapons and equipment were securely fastened, and then began to pack up. This difficult raid.

A strange sense of dislocation.

This is very unalloyed, but very orc.

Humid and muddy environment, and fatigue caused by the passing of body temperature.

In the last 30 kilometers, in the misty dark swamp, only the light and heat from the flames connected in a line, guiding the way forward.

In the misty rain, an almost pilgrimage-like pious assault, the assimilated Alliance soldiers proceeded quietly, without encouraging each other, or shouting, they were more venturing with themselves, a kind of rebellion against fate. The pleasure.

If you can't hold on, then go back.

At the end of the journey, the towering shadow of the Dark Portal is faintly visible.

There is no screaming from officers, no verbal abuse from veterans.

In this kind of ghostly weather, even the orcs huddled in the bunker, yawning boredly through the observation port with limited vision.

The fear that the orcs have placed on humans for a long time has made these Alliance soldiers who participated in the raid have a distorted mentality.

What you orcs can do, so can we.

More and more soldiers chose to crawl forward. Mud and gravel could not stop the raid with revenge.

The rain is continuous, maybe the armor is not fixed well, and the clothes soaked in water are also uncomfortable to stick to the body.

But ahead is the dark gate, the root of the orcs, and the root of all evil.

Carlos smeared his armor with mud and leaned against a dark gray rock.

The number of orcs is much less than expected, but no one can guarantee that the tribe will have a back-up.

The formation of the alliance is very scattered. Twenty thousand people seem to be a lot, but after removing the overdue ones, more than 18,000 are scattered into a large encirclement, and the strength in a single direction is actually a bit thin.

After observing for more than an hour, there was nothing unusual, and the orc's sparse guards changed their posts once.

The rain began to diminish, but the fog increased.

Carlos hesitated several times, and finally took out a flare gun and pulled the trigger at the sky.

Three hot red flare bombs rose up into the sky crookedly, without screaming, and without any special light and shadow effects.

Those warriors whose chests were burning with rage finally couldn't suppress the frenzy of fighting.

The order to kill quietly was forgotten, with a battle cry that shook the sky and the earth.

The battle to raid the Dark Portal began.

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