Anomaly Of Warcraft

From the captives of the orcs, the Alliance relied on the descriptions of [Wu Lu Lu Lu Lu] and [Wow La La La La La] to fill up the local customs and terrain of Draenor.

Those who can't get there are called distant places, and those who can't go back are called hometowns.

In the Nagrand Plain in the beast population, it is called a stick to beat a roe deer to scoop a fish, and grab a handful of dirt to squeeze out honey.

The Frostfire Ridge in the memory of the orcs was a fairyland surrounded by a stove to eat cold drinks, a dream on earth where ice and flames intersect.

The hometown of the orcs is a good place with abundant products and simple folk customs.

So you guys are stunned and run to Azeroth to find a chance?

Carlos smashed the information gathered by the interrogators on the table.

I'm so angry!

The military intelligence department is all scum scum scum!

Each one should be BIU one by one! ! !

There is no useful information at all, and the orc's exaggerated remarks are full of absurd records.

What are the plants that run away, the one-eyed monsters that are as tall as the mountains, the big insects that can eat people, the flame birds that fly in the sky...

This really useful information was laughed off by the gang as a strange talk.

Tanalian Jungle, Tanalian Jungle, Tanalian Jungle!

The important thing is said three times. Carlos needs information from the Tanarian Jungle, but what did the intelligence gang sum up?

A barren land, a green hell. According to the orcs, there is a kind of hallucinogenic fruit in the jungle swamp. It is delicious and will be very hilarious if you eat it...

Hi MB, how did the Alliance win this war?

Carlos couldn't help being deeply caught up in the strange circle of thinking about how to ask.

Chromie came lightly, just as she hulled away, swept away a large amount of supplies, and left a sentence to come again when she is free.

Although I don’t understand what the neurological dragon is doing, the seal of the Dark Portal has indeed been lifted. The Alliance’s outpost has traveled through the starry sky portal that spans billions of light years to the world of Draenor, and what comes into view is the shield. Jungle swamps obscuring the sun.

It's stronger than Dark Swamp, but not much stronger.

There were no markers, and the original road was also destroyed by the orcs, except for the grass and trees around the Dark Portal.

Collected some local animal and plant specimens and sent them back. The wizards were happy, but Carlos was about to fall into a frenzy.

"Square bricks."

"Master, you ordered."

"I'm running out of time. If I don't return to Lordaeron, I won't be able to catch up with the spoils-sharing meeting."

"It looks like this."

"So I need to know what price it will cost to drop Tustingo."

"If you're talking about normal transfer... Don't stare at me like that, okay, okay. If you come through the portal, about two hundred thousand gold coins are enough. But... is it necessary? The war is over. Besides, are you surrounded by tens of thousands of Union soldiers?"

"Go, contact the country and transfer the troll to me. Also... forget it, go."

"Um... I'll do it now."

What Carlos didn't say, it was Spartacus, the orc sword master who was empowered by the holy light, and now the swordsmanship instructor of Alterac Paladin Training Base, Lord Iron Mask.

Cannot move the alliance army.

As far as the current situation is concerned, humans are first-class citizens, high elves are special-class citizens, dwarf dwarves are counted as second-class citizens, and all other scums are livestock, and orcs are not as good as livestock.

If Carlos forcefully orders the army to invade Draenor through the Dark Portal on a large scale, it’s not impossible, but...

Even with the prestige of Carlos, how many times can this kind of thing be done?

If you can't be feared, then lure them to profit.

Carlos picked up the information collection of the crappy third-rate adventure novel again, and looked at it carefully.

A bold idea gradually became clear in his mind.

In three days, under the magic of magic, the Tastingou troll mercenary group, which was expanded to 800 people, reached the Dark Swamp across thousands of miles.

From the north of Stratholme to the south of Elwynn Forest, the trolls felt the different ecological environments under the seasonal differences, and waited for the meeting between Gotakin and Carlos the "King of Conqueror".

"Hey, buddy, don't look at me like that, I'm a troll of the Alliance. Can you taste it? The best tobacco leaves in Darrowshire are definitely delicious."

"Oh my god, that green-skinned monster can speak human words!"

"Yo! Brother, meet again! Remember me? When I was in Hillblad."

"Are you? Ah! You, long time no see."

It was never the skin color and appearance that prevented the two races from communicating, but the language.

This group of trolls full of Alterac accent lingua franca quickly became a part of the surrounding Alliance soldiers.

Only the newly recruited trolls and the rare and weird recruits are surprised by this.

Most veterans have heard of it even if they haven't seen it. The Alterac King Carlos raises a group of big "dogs".

Silvermoon City has been purged for hundreds of years, and the trolls in northern Lordaeron have had a hard time. Material scarcity and spiritual emptiness cannot be filled by shouting a few words of ancestor's glory.

Zumasha hugged the thigh of the Alliance, which is not rare news among the trolls. Some who call them lackeys and traitors, how about forgetting the ancestral fly camp, the Moss Troll leaned on Carlos and turned over.

Although the Alliance has never really trusted these monsters that once eaten humans, the profits of the trade prompted merchants in Alterac and bankers in Stratholme to temporarily put aside their prejudices and trade goods with Zumasha.

Even if the price is very unreasonable, even if the troll knows that he is at a loss.

But returning to the fringe of civilized society, the changes in life over the past two years are enough to impress these trolls.

This...is the real life.

So Carlos called, and the Tastingou mercenary group came without hesitation.

You know, it only took three days from the assembly to the departure and then to the front line.

Even the Knights of the Silver Hand couldn't do it.

Carlos was satisfied with the obedience of these trolls.

"The Prime Minister of Tooth has asked me to offer you his most sincere greetings, and the trolls will obey your orders."

Gou Tajin knelt down in front of Carlos in the most humble manner.

"Oh? The one-tooth guy has not yet become king? Your queen is still alive?"

After Carlos finished speaking, he regretted it and was a little careless. The troll's surrender was not the reason for his wanton trampling. The question was a bit sharp.

"The queen is your designated queen. Without your will, the queen will always be the queen. The one-toothed prime minister is your designated prime minister, no matter how well he does it, without your will, the prime minister can only be the prime minister."

Gou Tajin lowered his head and said this word.

"Ha ha."

Carlos couldn't help laughing.

"I'm good at flattering skills. If you don't learn it, you have learned the flattery of human beings."

"Every sentence is sincere."

Gottajin's forehead was already on the ground.

"Stand up, I don't need your sweet words. Trolls want to live well and have better living conditions. These sweet words can't do it."

After Carlos finished speaking, Gotakin stood up obediently.

"Great King, tell me, where is the enemy, Tastingou is your sword."

Gou Tajin, who stood upright, was more than 2.4 meters tall. Under the deterrence of such a huge body, Carlos's guards became nervous.

Then, Carlos also stood up, Gottakin bends down interestingly, making himself look a little shorter than Carlos.

"You are my knives, but not the only knives. Look outside, one hundred thousand alliance warriors listen to my orders."

Carlos waved his hand to show off Haki, the league marshal.

"However, I am the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, and the Alliance is not my private property."

Carlos's words were too obscure, and Gottajin didn't know how to respond, and froze.

"On the other side of the gate is the world of orcs. The Alliance has never had the habit of not fighting back after being beaten. I want you, you, and I want you to do something for me."

Gou Tajin took a step back, clenched his right hand to hammer on the breastplate, and made a bang.

"Your will."

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