Anomaly Of Warcraft

The utterly babbled woman was unclear, which intensified Carlos's confusion about herself.

I forgot one thing.

Carlos was convinced of this.

But it doesn't matter what impact it has, and there is no real sense for Carlos.

What if you forget such a thing?

Not so good.

If you forget, forget it.

However, the words that the woman couldn't hear at last seemed to irritate Carlos, and he couldn't let go for a long time.

However, I just can't remember it. There is no hint, no clue, just an inner entanglement. For the soldier who is about to enter the battlefield, adjusting this kind of psychology is just a few deep breaths.

Carlos himself can already be counted as most of the caster, so naturally he would not underestimate any warlock.

In the magical world, there are countless archmages who capsized and died in the gutter, not to mention that Carlos was just a paladin.

So according to the clues obtained, Carlos cautiously sneaked into the secret assembly of the warlocks.

High-level holy light users can naturally use the ability similar to the wizard's arcane vision, which is very effective in breaking magic traps. Carlos didn't care much about physical traps such as flipping the floor and clamping wall crossbows.

Along the way, three organs were broken, and Carlos successfully arrived at his destination.

The defense is too lax.

There is almost no hidden role of underground workers.

The smell of the devil in front of him is getting stronger and stronger, and Carlos's inner killing intent is a little unbearable, but his reason still tells him that getting information is more important than killing a few young men.

So he held back.

Suppressing one's own breath, using the dim visual characteristics of the underground space to quickly pass through various shelters.

Finally, Carlos saw it.

Three female warlocks are performing a summoning ritual around a magic circle. A gap in the space is torn apart by magic about the length of two elbows. On the opposite side of the gap, the whispers of the devil stimulate the eardrums of the female warlocks and teach their taboos. knowledge.

These forbidden magical knowledge stimulated the female warlocks, and all three of them had abnormal flushes on their faces, as if experiencing some great pleasure, without noticing that they were actually on the verge of losing their strength.

For a moment, Carlos hesitated.

After doing it for a long time, the three rookies haven't even torn the cracks in the space and let the Legion Demon come over.

Such a strong aura of shadow power is nothing more than the cost of the devil to confuse the warlocks, and it is not that some "big guy" has come to Azeroth. This made Carlos a little disappointed.

Because of the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, he is now very longing for a hearty battle, longing that the enemy is worth fighting.

However, it did not.

Carlos has seen Archimonde’s power and knows how terrifying the real big devil is, because he is sure that behind this space rift, there is nothing but a bluffing guy, and the strong shadow aura is only the unique twist of the void. The geography of is a natural occurrence, not a demon emanating it.

That is why these rookie warlocks are so intoxicated.

In this case, whether you expose yourself or not will have a cost issue.

The cursed sect has yet to know the news of its return to Azeroth. For the major forces in the alliance, the cursed sect as an enemy is out of the dark. But for the cursed sect, Carlos only said the enemy in the shadows.

Whether it is worth exposing yourself because of three small trash fish requires thinking.

As Carlos weighed and thought about it repeatedly, the situation changed.

Finally, the three female sorcerers fell to the ground because of their loss of strength, and lost their guide. As the magic circle gradually collapsed, the stability of the space fissure also dropped sharply.

When Carlos laughed at himself and was about to let go of the three female warlocks, an accident happened suddenly. A large kid with dark red skin suddenly jumped out before the rift collapsed, making a harsh, grinning laugh. .

It said in a devilish language: "Stupid fellow, your soul is owned by the great Pallasza."

Whether to sanction the three female warlocks who summon the devil is a matter of profit and can be weighed, but it is a matter of principle to condone the devil's murder, Carlos stepped forward.

"There is a fourth stupid...ah!"

The kid who called himself Pallasza suddenly uttered a cry, and looked frightened.

"You...you...you are..."

Pallasza's dim eyes rolled quickly, obviously thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

The rift that links the twisting void has been closed, and there is no way to escape. The three delicious souls that were originally thought to be at hand have become bait in the deadly trap at this moment.

The hunter becoming a prey is really a matter of a moment.

Desperate, despair of this malicious world!

Pallasza twisted his head and fell into panic.

"Do you know me? It's funny."

Carlos’s demon language is not very good, because it is the language of the devil, which is naturally magical. When understanding and learning, they are all broken apart. At this moment, there is a mechanical sense of fracture to the devil...very In line with Carlos's personality.

Is that "demon" not going to kill himself immediately?

Pallasza seemed to see hope of surviving.

"You are a Paladin!"

Carlos rushed forward and kicked the liar kid to the wall, but couldn't get it off.

"who am I?"

Even the devil feels pain. Pallasza knew that his bones were broken several times and his painful skin was wrinkled, but he knew that if he said a wrong sentence, he might be over.

Those big demons can slowly resurrect in the Twisting Void after they die. The little ghosts don't have such treatment. They are really dead when they die, so Pallasza cherishes his life very much.

"You are Carlos Barov, the enemy named by the Defiler."

"Oh?"

Carlos looked at the kid in front of him meaningfully.

"What did he say?"

"The polluter said, said, said..."

"Say what?"

"Say you are dead."

Pallasza suddenly imitated Archimonde’s tone and tried to shock Carlos. However, the kid was a kid. Even if he spoke in Archimonde’s tone, he didn’t have that kind of momentum at all. Carlos was just taken aback and was not shocked at all. The team directly kicked a stone with the back heel and hit the forehead of the female warlock who was trying to cast a spell behind her, and understatement resolved Pallasza's strategy.

"Ah, Pallasza is dead now."

The little ghost is a real ghost. Seeing that the sneak attack fails, he starts to explode.

However, Carlos strode forward, directly pinched its neck, injected the holy light into its body through the palm of his hand, and forcibly interrupted Pallasza's self-destruction.

"Want to die? Don't ask me if I agree."

After Carlos interrupted Pallasza's self-destruction, he locked the little demon who seemed to know something with the chains of Holy Light, ready to turn around and slowly torture.

At this time, Sola arrived.

"Send me a message in a hurry, is it for me to see you 4P? Would you rather go to these ugly women who have undergone plastic surgery than look down on me?"

Still talking nonsense, Sora looked around quickly, and then looked at the little devil who was bound by the chains of the Holy Light with interest.

Seeing that Carlos didn't catch the stubble at all, a boring back jump sat on the back of a wooden unicorn.

"Get in touch."

"Well, you clean up here, I am not suitable for being in front of people for the time being."

Carlos is looking forward to meeting Fao.

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