Anomaly Of Warcraft

Preventing his subordinates from following up, Carlos stepped into the old house alone.

Unlike the damaged Madara barge on the outside, after entering the gate, there is no such moldy smell that has been unoccupied for a long time.

When the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, the static time and space and the uncontrollable gravity all told that this was the handwriting of the bronze dragon.

who is it?

It's Chromie.

It won't be other people if you think about it with your eyes.

What does it want?

Leading me here, but no trace, what do you want to do?

Carlos pressed his inner irritability and began to check the environment.

No.

normal.

still none.

Everything is business as usual.

This is a abandoned hiding place?

After Carlos searched carefully, he did not find any abnormalities.

But this in itself is the biggest anomaly.

Is it just to say those three words that you took so much time to draw yourself over?

Teasing you! ! !

Impossible, under the external actions of Chromie's troubles, there are all hidden deep-seated reasons, pure troubles, this is not its style.

So there must be something that I haven't discovered.

Carlos's thoughts flashed, and his body squirmed, returning all the previously suspended objects in the air, and then he had a force to pull all these debris to the ground, and then check whether their shapes symbolized metaphors.

The result is...think too much.

Should we also consider air resistance and volume collision?

Carlos, who is not what he used to be, already has this kind of power, so he doesn't mind burning his brain to do it again.

The result is...too much thinking.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos stood there, thinking whether there was a problem with his way of solving the problem.

Finally, Carlos thought of a possibility.

Doesn't Chromie use reverse thinking to trap me here?

The time that was imprisoned, outside the room, the flow of time was normal!

Carlos got up to 120,000 points of energy and left here, but nothing unusual happened. His subordinates turned around and looked at him, with a sense of exploration in their eyes.

"If someone finds it, let him in, don't deliberately stop it."

Carlos gave an order and once again entered the room full of puzzles.

Seems to guess wrong again.

What exactly does Chromie want to tell me?

After a few months, Carlos knew how strong he is now, and he already had a [BEEP] count in his heart. The things that can make him care so much must not be trivial, so he would rather venture into Austria on the eve of the decisive battle. Trunk City, we must also figure it out.

While Carlos was addicted to the decryption game, Nefarian had already had an episode.

It was never his style to take the lead in charging, and it was the wise choice to instigate chaos.

The Grand Duke of Alex Barov looked like a gentle and elegant elder, but he was never a good old man without blood.

It can be seen from the fact that he summoned all the forces under his control and all the loyalties of the Barov family to the palace.

The tightly closed gate of the palace seemed to tell the careerists, go make trouble, go jump, and ignore me.

The original king master is no longer available for investigation, and the status of the general marshal of the Carlos Alliance is sufficient to suppress the discordant noise. But after his disappearance, there are no more people trying to reverse Aiden's case.

After all, it had a bad head, and the crown that the Barov family exchanged for blood and knives told others that the throne could be obtained in this way.

Those shallow guys can't see the overall situation of the alliance, can't understand Terenas's ideas, only know that I can replace it. Instigated by the cursed sect and the Black Dragon Legion, Alterac's seemingly peaceful political arena is actually full of gunpowder kegs.

Is the Black Dragon Legion the kind of organization that accepts counsel when it suffers a loss?

After investigating the beginning and end of the incident, Nefarian began to retaliate, and Alterac's penetration was not a day or two.

Originally, the black dragon prince was planning to send a flame of destruction to this tiny kingdom, but during the infiltration, Nefarian was surprised to find that Carlos had many enemies. At least a quarter of the population of the small Alterac city was Intentionally unpredictable.

This is interesting.

So, Nefarian personally participated in the game.

A game of who will be the ultimate winner.

Need to ask?

Of course it is me!

So Nefarian was the first to instigate supporters of the cursed sect.

Those are foolish people who yearn for mysterious powers, self-righteously believing that [the indescribable great existence] will lead them to "sublimation".

Although stupid, but very inciting, the identity of Carlos paladin is enough to make these guys sleepless.

Thus, when Tirion Fording's team had just arrived in Steinblad, a few hours away from Alterac, they had already begun to jump up and down.

But Alex Barov, this old ginger is really spicy.

No matter how to deal with it, it is a measure with pros and cons and gains and losses. As a result, the Duke of Regent adopted the most iron-blooded measures.

leave it alone.

Because no matter what he does, he will be targeted and exploited, so he will simply do nothing.

No matter how many innocent civilians he will be injured and killed because of this commotion.

No matter how many aristocrats he is, his home will be ruined because of the return of the king.

The moment Alex Barov closed the gate of the palace, he gave up the stage to these careerists.

Nefarian couldn't help but praise him, he was really great as a human.

The only problem is that giving up the initiative is tantamount to putting all the odds of victory on his own son.

What if Carlos Barov and his army lose?

While inspiring the guys with different intentions to connect up and down to win the support of the army, Nefarian put his ultimate move on Carlos.

A human being, why bother so much?

The spirit is immortal, just destroy him physically.

The shadow dragon men of the Grandmaster assassination have already set off.

Without taking Carlos' counterattack as one thing, Nefarian pretended to be very busy just to get his father's praise.

As a result, the sky was getting brighter, standing on the Alterac city wall, you could already vaguely see the distant flag.

In Alterac, the area belonging to civilians was dead silent, and even the cooking smoke lacked a few wisps of cooking smoke. All the houses had their doors closed, and the windows were filled with no light. And the residential area belonging to the nobles is full of traffic, a bustling scene of prosperity.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

After all, Alterac has a nominal army of 100,000. Carlos has never imagined that three or five kittens can open the city without blood.

So when Quel'Thalas was a guest, an emissary brought his letter to contact Alterac's powerful generals.

When Ymir hurriedly felt Tirion Fording in front of him, the first sentence asked was this question.

However, Tirion Fording could only answer him: No comment.

"Your Excellency Tirion, you have to understand that if this is a scam, you will die without a place to be buried!"

After issuing such a threat, Alterac's cavalry Admiral left the command tent.

The same question was asked from many different populations, and Tirion Fording was a little bit unbearable.

According to the plan, many supporters of Carlos arrived as scheduled, but as the absolute core of this army, Carlos played a mystery.

"Tirion, what are you talking about Carlos thinking?"

"I can probably understand that he doesn't trust these people very much. But what I am curious about is where his confidence comes from. Alterac's garrison is more than 20,000, if you don't rely on these to come as promised People and horses, just rely on us two or three thousand people, let alone siege the city, whether you can leave the Alterac Mountains alive is a problem."

Tirion Fording whispered to Saidan Dathrohan.

"What's more, the defenders of Anjador...you know."

"Hey, we can only trust Carlos."

Regardless of Carlos or his opponents, they have hidden their hole cards under layers of shady.

And Carlos, when mathematics couldn't answer his doubts, he decisively chose metaphysics.

Entering a state of meditation, Carlos sought the answer from the omnipotent holy light.

Outside Alterac, the first wave of assassinations arrived as scheduled.

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