Anomaly Of Warcraft

Look, what did we find?

A lonely guardian of fear!

The concentration of fel elements in the Fear Guardian is six times that of the Hellhound. With the head removed and the armor removed, the proportion of edible parts is as high as 67%, which is a rare high-quality prey.

It's close.

It's archaeological.

It is less than three meters away from the bush where Carlos is hiding.

Two meters.

one meter.

The Dreadguard tried to poke the suspicious-looking clump of grass with the long-handled weapon in his hand.

Carlos jumped out, shouting Demacia! ! ! Ah, cough cough, shouting for the alliance! ! !

The Dreadguard became the Headless Dreadguard.

The hunt was a big success.

"With this kind of IQ, how could the night elves fight so hard before Ten Thousand Years?"

Carlos looked down at the blade that was corroded by the blood containing fel energy, and asked with some doubts.

"It can be crushed by strength, what brains. The scary thing of the Burning Legion lies in their endless number. There are too many big bosses who can blast those void demons in terms of individual strength."

Chromie explained while touching illusion, and behind the mysterious bush, there were twenty-eight hunks carrying explosive packs.

"That's right, if you don't succeed in a sneak attack, I'm afraid it will take a lot of work to solve this guy."

Carlos moved his numb wrist and agreed with Chromie's statement.

The beheading on the battlefield is certainly handsome, but it is really not a regular enemy move. The fear guard of the owl head, Carlos, because it was the first time to kill, used the maximum effort, and the result was successful.

Playing a game is one thing, but actually facing it is another. Carlos felt a little unsure, and poke a sword on the body of the headless fear guard.

It's okay, the meat is not hard.

Then he filed a few times on the Dreadguard's armor with the blade.

This is not optimistic. The armors of these demons are very hard, and the fine swords in Carlos's hands can only leave scratches.

Legion Technology is really shocking.

Carlos does not smoke, gamble, or burn his head. The requirements for the quality of life are actually quite low. His only hobby is to collect various armors and weapons. When he is interested, he even ends up with a sledgehammer.

Therefore, the weapon in Carlos's hand can be said to be as good as the quality, and it is the best below the artifact.

However, the weapons that represent the peak of mortal craftsmanship cannot effectively penetrate the armor of the Legion, which means that the Alliance Army is currently facing the Burning Legion problem.

A worker must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well. Sure enough, only by planting and climbing technology can there be a future.

"Are you sure these demons don't have abilities such as telepathy and spiritual sharing?"

"No."

"After you die, you won't burn your body and explode?"

"You just killed one."

"It's not the same as the demon I imagined. Doesn't it mean that the demon of the Burning Legion will turn to ashes after death?"

"Which kind of devil is this?"

"Huh! Isn't it?"

"Well... if you really want to say it seriously, some demons will decay quickly after they die, but it's obviously not if you kill this one."

Cromi can think about it and give the answer, which confirms Carlos's idea from the side.

Sargeras really has boundless mana.

The fear guard is not the original demon that distorts the void, but the Eredans are transformed into flesh and blood, while the first-class primitive demon of the doom guard fear lord is closer to the chaotic essence in life form.

"I am very afraid that those demons will have some strange talents and abilities, which will arouse their vigilance. You also understand that this mission, stealth gameplay, is very easy, once aroused, we are basically cold, even if you can Fly, you have to finish playing."

Carlos thought of the Tanari demon inexplicably.

"Arrogant."

Chromie said indifferently.

"what?!"

Carlos didn't know why.

"The Burning Legion as a whole is too strong, so they don't bother to do this. We have the talents you mentioned, but they are of no use. In the face of absolute strength, small tricks are not worth mentioning. What is the death of a few demon soldiers, as long as the portal is opened, the overwhelming legion demons will destroy everything."

Chromie didn't want to say so much at first, but she suddenly remembered the quicksand battle that year.

An ancient battle before Ten Thousand Years, Chromie was not born yet. She used the flow of time to spy on the scene of the year, always separated by a layer of mist. In the Battle of Quicksand more than 3,000 years ago, the night elves and the Bronze Dragonflight jointly faced off against the Qiraji, and Chromie was on the battlefield.

The overwhelming sea of ​​insects and obsidian colossus, Chromie will never forget that tragic sight.

So when I was distracted, I unconsciously said more.

As a result, when Chromie returned to his senses, he found that everyone around him looked strange.

"What are you looking at?"

"The style of painting is wrong."

Carlos didn't think about it, and blurted out the truth.

Omitting the verbal squabbling inside the team to decompress, the team was sneaking around in an orderly way.

There is Chromie, the Grandmaster, who knows how many masters of the family lead the way. The team successfully avoided the eyes of countless legions arranged by the devil, and followed the curvaceous curve outlined by the ups and downs of the mountain, making use of the blind area of ​​vision to keep moving forward.

"Climbing this ditch, you are basically there. But there is a demon guarded post on it. We can't go through it directly during the day, and we will be found. Let's rest and act at night."

After Chromie thought for a while, helplessly, she couldn't help it any time by herself.

"Where is your illusion?"

Carlos upholds the tradition of asking Faye without decision in case of trouble, in a yellow accent.

"Don't make trouble, there is not enough material to cast spells, I will use the head to maintain such a large range of illusion enchantment for you."

Chromie gave Carlos a white glance.

"Well...it's only noon now."

"I can't help it anyway."

"How many demons are there in that sentry post?"

"Probably, maybe, maybe, definitely less than ten anyway."

With the affirmative answer from Chromie, Carlos thought of a certain uncle named Connor Kenway.

War is not a treat for dinner. The hunks who follow Carlos on the mission are all heroes who have experienced the baptism of war. In the long war of the orc tribe, the soldiers of the Alliance understood one of the simplest truths, and those who were afraid of death were often the first to die.

So the easiest way to survive is to kill all the enemies.

Even if the enemy is a demon.

The stalkers carefully avoided traps that they couldn't see with the naked eye according to Cromi's prompts. The strong men carrying the explosive bag also put down their load and took out their weapons.

Chromie carefully observed the warning spell deployed by the devil.

In less than ten minutes, Chromy's forehead was already sweating.

She wiped her sleeves and nodded to Carlos.

"It's done, the silent realm for about three minutes has been laid out."

Carlos also nodded, ready to charge.

It is too dangerous to stay within the sight of the enemy for so long, and Carlos is prepared to temporarily believe in the Berserker's creed.

As long as you hack to death all the enemies you find yourself, it is not considered a stealth failure.

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