Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 551

The defender of the Zandalar troops was successfully killed. Carlos Penultimate's commanding ability and battlefield acumen were the main factors.

When the Zandalar Raptor riders, who were waiting to be separated by the mudslide and returned, made an impact, Carlos understood one thing—it couldn't beat it.

There are more than six hundred and seven hundred trolls in the rear team, and no more than one hundred Raptor riders can fight. The gap is too big.

In less than ten minutes, the four hundred Zandalari trolls who were destroyed by the starfall of Mirun under the combined force of the tree demon, the treants and the beasts, were dead. Not to mention Carlos. Yu Yu ordered everyone to make a round of compensation.

As a result, the former Zandalar team, which was originally expected to arrive at least 30 minutes, came back.

After just one round of charge, the treants summoned by the treants, and all the beasts enchanted by the treants died.

The difference in combat power has also widened. This is only more than a hundred Raptor riders. You must know that there are two hundred "short-legged" Zandalar warriors behind.

Carlos's old-fashioned vision, with this level of merchandise, I will fight five of them one at a time. Do you dare to line up?

I guess I dare not.

What are you waiting for...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuo

Miluen, who was still pretending to be free, got up and cried and ran madly, running faster than a small train, and the other dryads were almost as fast as a motorcycle with a heavy subwoofer.

Originally, because it was difficult to distinguish the individual treants, Carlos had never figured out how many treants besides the twelve dryads were protecting him. This time, it was finally figured out, fourteen.

The roots of the seven treants were entwined, forming a big treant, walking with long legs and actually keeping up with Milun’s speed. The five treants held hands side by side to form a wheel that rolled fast, and one treant seemed to be rolling. It strengthened the traits of the vines, and the incarnation of Mount Tai swayed to keep up with the troops.

The thing that made Carlos stupefied the most was a strange species. In Carlos’s impression, the tree man was a slow-moving creature, walking with a pseudopod rhizome, and the tree man tore his own with both hands. ...Um...Crotch? A high split forced two legs to join the escape team.

No, aren’t tree people all cannon fodder and consumables?

Even if you are the tree people around Cenarius, you are the elite tree people, with greater strength, a little special skill, and a lot of blood and blue, I can understand what is going on with the desire to survive that is so strong that the three views are broken?

Is it because I have a problem with my understanding of the tree man, or is the elite style of painting around Cenario different? !

After a wandering effort, Carlos actually fell to the end of the escape brigade and became the tail of the crane.

With strange emotions lingering in his mind, Carlos suddenly felt the absurdity of yesterday's youth and old age.

Does Azeroth really need me to guard?

Just kidding, Carlos has spare time to think about things, mainly because the pressure is not strong enough.

A strange journey in the Emerald Dream literally brought Carlos a huge bodily benefit.

Long-lasting memory, this kind of 100-meter sprint speed, the humans of Blue Star can only last for at most 20 seconds after training, and the humans of Azeroth are about one minute. When Carlos was a hero in the league, it took ten minutes. Just exhausted.

But now, after more than twenty minutes, I just sweated a little.

Good thing, I became stronger without being bald.

It's a pity that even the attribute panel cannot be adjusted during the system -kun update. Otherwise, I really want to see how much physical strength I have now.

It is a pity that the Zandalari trolls who were chasing after the destruction of their large forces, and perhaps the dignitaries died in this pit kill, or lost face, these raptor riders took out an endless spirit to chase Carlos and his party, both sides The distance has not been opened.

Carlos estimated that he should be able to run these raptors to death. Those tree monsters still have the time to pick up a hive to relieve their greed, and they don’t look like exhausted. Comrade King Kong, the tree-man, even has extra energy to set up traps. This wave of escape, Ah bah, the retreat is very stable.

Then Miluen came out with moths.

I saw Miluen, the leader in front, slipped and overturned a turf. Seeing that something was wrong, Carlos was still thinking about the posture in which he could carry her and continue to escape. As a result, Miluen was crying. Excitedly shouted: "Uncle why are you here~~~~"

Uncle?

Carlos subconsciously slowed down, paying attention to concentration, and finally saw a figure in the distance quickly approaching the escape team.

It seems that it is a night elf.

It has been a long time, it seems that Dandema returned to Kalimdor, and he hadn't seen the night elves for a long time.

But what role does an elf play...

No, Carlos reacted. It was not a night elf at all, but...

"Hehehe, crying ghost, if it were your elder sister, he would have already greeted me with a hearty laugh hahahahahahahaha by this time."

After that, the night elf who stopped in front of Milun and bent over and gently patted her little head stood up straight and bowed to Carlos.

"Iranicus greets the Union General Marshal Good day, I have received your message."

The visitor is the leader of the Green Dragon Legion, the number one companion of Ysera, the guardian of the dream, and currently the oldest and most capable male green dragon Eranikus.

Ah, it's a pity to take a break.

When Carlos nodded in return to Eranikus, the dryads were already chirping around, and they all seemed to know the look of this old dragon.

For a while, the fleeing team that was still running madly before seemed to have a tendency to hold a tea party. The moment everyone saw Eranikus, it seemed that the chasing soldiers behind him were insignificant.

However, the fact is also true.

About three minutes later, a few sturdy dragons two heads taller than Carlos came forward from the woods and reported to Eranikus that those trolls had been dealt with.

When Carlos heard this, he couldn't help comparing a certain three-headed trash dragon with Eranikus.

It's really better to throw a dragon than a dragon to kill.

"Hey, two thousand steps to the west, there is a hole under a cliff. There is a nest of owl beasts that have just broken their shells. It's so cute."

Eranikus seemed to be particularly good at pacifying Mirun, and in a few words he fooled away the dryad and her sisters who were lying on the ground and didn't want to move.

Then slowly approached Carlos.

"His Excellency Carlos, I did receive the news you conveyed to the Green Dragon Legion, and I am very grateful to be able to help you. However, it must be stated that the most important duty of the Green Dragon Legion is to guard the gate of dreams. I am already in my authority. The dream guards with the highest limit are drawn in the range, but the number of dream guards is vulnerable to tens of thousands of trolls. You should understand this truth."

"Well, I understand, and to correct it, the number of trolls is between 30,000 and 50,000, not 10,000."

"Well, what do you think, please tell me directly, I don't mind providing you with the necessary help, it's within my purview."

"How many troops did you bring?"

"Two hundred dragons, one hundred young dragons, one hundred dragon beasts."

This is also called limited power?

These dream guards brought by Eranikus can defeat an integrated legion of the Alliance head-on, okay!

"If this is the case, then the necessary conditions for quelling this troll turmoil are in place."

Carlos thought for a while, and a plan gradually formed in his mind.

"Oh? What do I need to do?"

Eranikus was a little surprised, that was at least thirty thousand trolls.

"Find a mage who is good at transformation, disguise, illusion, and disguise."

Carlos said his request.