Anomaly Of Warcraft

The race of ogres fully proved the fairness of nature's creations.

Strong physical fitness coupled with a stunted brain, ferocious to cute.

Turalyon couldn't help but wonder, are the Horde's orcs all monsters?

Draenor is really a terrible place to fight against this kind of stuff.

But the ridicule was ridicule. From a hostile stand, Turalyon clearly saw through the weakness of the ogre.

There must be a leader.

Ogres with "heads" are terrifying battlefield crushers, but as long as their "heads" are beheaded, they don't need a tenth of the battle damage. As long as the alliance's army looks more than them, the ogres will Crash, and then chase after and kill, often is a big victory.

Although I don't know what happened to the legendary ogre Goria Empire, these ogres who were driven and gathered by the orcs were a mob.

The situation of the war has become clearer.

Victory is at your fingertips.

The orcs tried to drive away tigers and devour wolves, but these ogres were just jackals. As long as the Master responded correctly, Turalyon would be able to talk and laugh with confidence.

Turalyon always feels unsatisfactory because of the insignificance of the orcs.

Unfortunately, with more and more intelligence analysis, Turalyon also understood that it was time to stop.

Seeing the soldiers rejoicing because of the withdrawal order, the generals all understood that the battle would not go on.

After three years of fighting on the battlefield, the oldest group of soldiers has turned into veteran oil. Even the "new" soldiers have been fighting on the battlefield of life and death for a year and a half.

Survival, dignity, and glory.

As a mortal race, these soldiers have done a good job and cannot demand more of them.

Senior generals may understand that cutting grass does not remove the roots and the spring breeze blows back to life, but for most soldiers, crossing the Dark Portal to Draenor is a punitive war.

Now that the alliance is victorious, the orcs and their monster allies have been beaten and smashed into an army.

This kind of feat is enough to go back to her hometown to brag with Ahua from the village chief's house.

That's it, Carlos is not in a hurry, I am in a hurry.

Although Turalyon wanted to continue fighting, until the orcs ran out of ammunition and food.

But the battlefield is a place that urges people to mature, Turalyon is no longer the simple boy back then.

War is a continuation of politics. Carlos is on the top. It is his own luck. Do whatever the chief asks, don't think so much.

The whole army was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Soldiers exchanged trophies in private. Quartermasters counted the bulk of confiscated materials and recoverable armaments. Certain special departments and mages took the seemingly motivated soldiers to actually control the alliance. Randomly search for the local products of Draenor in the area.

Everyone understands that the day to go home is not far away.

There is a joyous atmosphere in the Tanarian jungle.

Only on Carlos's side, the atmosphere is very solemn.

"Why not let me participate?"

Turalyon slapped the table and stood up.

"Because the league needs a commander."

Carlos answered calmly.

"You are the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, I..."

"What are you, what are you, what I am, you can't fight without me, do you have to make it so clear?"

"You...I...fuck!"

"Don't play the child's temper. Look outside. There are flowers and laughter. If this happens, how many mothers in Lordaeron will lose their sons, how many wives will become widows, and how many children will have to follow the father's name?"

Everyone present pretends that there are beautiful scenery on the ground, and does not mix with the two most prestigious bosses in the Alliance Army.

Because of the information provided by the bronze dragon Kromi, the wizards finally found out that the matter was big.

Legion technology is shocking.

Even the Great Magister of Silvermoon City with higher eyes has to admit that the devil's tricks are real. Fuck is awesome.

Completely different from the magic system of the elves and humans, the summoning rituals of the orcs and demons are actually entangled with the Dark Portal through the veins of Draenor.

If left alone, the consequences will be very serious.

No one knows how serious it is, it's serious anyway.

This is the crux.

This kind of irresponsible judgment can't be told to the soldiers under his hand, and it is impossible even to recruit the noble lords of the Lordaeron Alliance for military expenses.

But all the people who have a clear understanding of the whole battle know that this is true.

If you haven't seen a fire-breathing dragon in your garage, can you assert that the fire-breathing dragon does not exist?

This is Azeroth, and Chromie sprays your face with dragon's breath and ambergris.

The appearance of demons in the northern part of the Tanarian jungle is already an open secret. The ancestors of the high elves of Quel'Thalas, who have fought bayonet with the Burning Legion, have also confirmed the existence of demons.

In the spirit of a dead dao friend not dead and poor dao, let alone the idea that the bull nose who is stronger than the old teacher deserves to kill a thousand knives, the alliance directly sits and sees the bad luck of the orcs is the basic idea of ​​the broad masses of people.

However, Ner'ouzu is so awesome, the regiment above his head is too-kun's intimidation and temptation to play with Moths under the eyelids of the demons and the Alliance.

Two things that were originally unrelated, the Dark Portal and the summoning ritual, were brought together by Ner'zhul as a warlock shaman as a double scholar.

In Ner'zhul’s plan, the Alliance forcibly attacked the demon ceremonial field, and it didn’t matter if the alliance won, it just happened to find the devil too-Kun wants money, food, supplies, and knowledge. You see, your support is not enough. It doesn't matter if the demon is too-kun to win, it doesn't matter, use the key in his hand to explode the dark door, destroy the summoning ceremony through the chain reaction of the earth veins, and ask who is in charge of the ups and downs in the vast land of Draenor? My Ner'zhul was talking about garlic.

Take advantage of everything, and don't lose out on either side.

Orc brother, steady.

Of course, the Alliance can also go back to Azeroth to have children and farm when nothing happens.

So the whole thing shows a truth.

Every son of the plane has an old screenwriter who works at Destiny Studios.

Because it is connected to the ceremonial venue where the summoning ceremony is located, the Alliance wants to blow up the Dark Portal, and the reserve of technical equivalents is not enough.

All the middle-level mage magic apprentices of the archmage, archmage, and magus went into battle, using nearly two tons of draft paper, and the conclusion was that the materials were not enough, and they couldn't make enough big bombs for Waaaaaaaaagh.

Don't talk about Big Ivan, even Fatty can't do it.

The scene was very embarrassing.

In the end, Chromie taught the experience of life as an elder.

If the mountain is not human, will people still be the mountain?

If you destroy the last hidden runestone, the mage under your hand will not be able to cut off the connection between the summoning ritual and the dark gate, and will blow up the gate at will.

stupid!

And the mage under your hand is not good, you can ask me to help, I can.

Very good, awesome, very good, quite clomi

Carlos called everyone together, not to listen to suggestions, but to prepare to do something.

"The good news is that the last hidden rune stone is not inside the ceremonial hall, but to the southwest of it."

Carlos said this and couldn't help but press his temple.

"The better news is that the demon head guarding there is a guy known to the devil. We don't have to bother to collect information."

Carlos faced everyone with a smile more ugly than crying.

"Overlord, Kazzak."

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