Anomaly Of Warcraft

Those who really attended the meeting, accompanied the guards, hung on the beams to watch the excitement, and the Crescent Square was crowded with tens of thousands of people.

The most taboo thing about holding military combat meetings is that the confidentiality work cannot be done well, but Carlos endured it.

In united front work, the most taboo thing is that people are talking and arguing, but Carlos recognized it.

What's more, the devil's infiltration of Erre'Thalas is too serious. Even with so many eradications, there are still many dreadlords who have slipped through the net. This kind of large-scale meeting is the best occasion for Nathrezim to stir the wind and the rain.

but.

Today.

This is one-third of the land.

Uncle Card is not here to make sense.

With the mystery guardian Isoregus here, sound amplification magic is not a problem.

"Hey, hello, hello. One, two, three, can you hear me clearly."

At the end of the audition, Carlos knocked on the table to signal the official start of the meeting.

"The threat of the Well of Soul is there."

Carlos pointed his finger in the direction of the Royal Library.

"We all gather here to deal with this crisis."

Carlos nodded to Isoregus, and the old blue dragon immediately projected over the square an artistically processed "horror" scene inside the Well of Soul, as well as the large SM scene where Syndra was bound by magic thorns, rendering it bloody Filters, a few pictures are worth a thousand words.

After waiting for about a minute, the whispered communication at the scene has turned into a bustling roar, and Isoregus thunder bombs fired three times in a row. The huge sound wave even caused some tinnitus in the scene, but it was successfully terminated. noisy.

"Then, now, in order from left to right, everyone in the order of an hourglass, let's express their opinions."

Carlos took out an hourglass for about two minutes and placed it in front of him, signaling the spokespersons of the various forces to speak.

In order from left to right, the orc is on the far left.

"What the king said, what did we do, it's over."

The orcs shoved and shoved to select a representative, then showed their loyalty, and then sat down for six seconds and 61.

Carlos even had a rare hourglass to return to zero, so he directly signaled Kildas to speak.

"My compatriots, friends, everyone present..."

The polymath who was hit hard in the mirror world has not fully recovered, his face is still a little pale, but his voice is still very loud, but his opening statement is interrupted before he finishes.

"The night elves are not our compatriots!"

Isoregus frowned. Someone used his amplification magic to make trouble.

As soon as this statement came out, large-scale whispers reappeared.

Come on, continue to thunder and explode.

Kildas took a deep breath, shook his head to dispel the slight tinnitus, and continued.

"Prince Tosidlin has betrayed us. The Well of Soul is not the way of salvation for our upper elves. It will only lead us to the abyss of suffering..."

Once again, the upper elves were in an uproar.

Even Carlos can't listen to it anymore. How come you are a polymath and don't know how to make a speech when you say this on this occasion?

No, the contradictions and conflicts have been intensified under their own indulgence, and everyone has their own careful thoughts, and it is normal.

This time, as soon as Isoregus raised his hand, the scene was quiet again. The effect of the noise attack was really good, everyone was scared.

Kildas' speech was full of eloquence, but two minutes was obviously not enough for him to play. As soon as the time came, Carlos forced him to sit down and replaced the Tauren Chief.

"Unite as one against foreign enemies."

The speech of Hamuul Runetotem was praised by the orcs. This piece of meat is a straightforward cow.

Intermittently, most of the leaders representing one party, including Chenguang, expressed their support for the "alliance" until the night elf representative spoke, and the accident happened.

Shandris Feathermoon mobilized about three hundred troops to stay in Ere'Thalas and ordered them to obey Carlos' arrangements. The symbolic significance is greater than the military significance.

These people also understand their own identity and standpoint. To put it bluntly, it means to show a sense of existence, so they are not prepared to show the limelight. Whatever you say is what you say, finish early and finish work early.

Therefore, the captain of the sentry, who should have made an ordinary announcement, "That's right upstairs, I top it," and said a few words before ending his speech. He looked at the scene of the uproar with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Carlos, someone interfered with my magic."

Isoregus quickly walked to Carlos's side.

"Oh, what did that sentence just now mean?"

"Elves' slang, cursing, and effective."

The captain of the sentry stared blankly at the upper elf and glared at her, very wronged and innocent, I didn't say anything at all, why are you staring at me...

"Report to your Majesty, the elven city defense forces in the southern city have launched an attack on us, and they have rebelled!"

"Report to your Majesty, the guards of the static prison report that there is an abnormal movement in the blocked area."

"report……"

The guards who came to report suddenly rushed to report the situation with their throats, which caused more violent anxiety on the scene.

Very well, Carlos is not only not angry, but smiles fascinatingly.

This is what a qualified dreadlord should do.

It's all within my plan.

Finally, Carlos stood up, grabbed Aesoregos's hand, and stopped him from continuing to use the thunder bomb.

El Rethalas is a big city.

When the leaders of all camps are gathered here in principle, there will be delays and lags in response to emergencies.

The dreadlord is also a master of manipulating emotions.

Riots are inevitable.

"we must……"

Isoregus eagerly wanted to return to the periphery of the Royal Library and made sure that the magic circle he had set up would not be destroyed, but Carlos interrupted the change before the words were finished.

"We must put aside our differences and stand together."

Carlos's voice was not loud, he didn't even use his chest, he was only vocalizing through his vocal cords.

Except for the people watching him, no one else even noticed Carlos talking.

"It's a night elf!"

"These upper elves are untrustworthy!"

"The orcs will only bring destruction!"

"Trolls can eat people!"

"Tauren is delicious!"

Panic was spreading, reason was retreating, and the blue dragon stared at Carlos firmly. He even suspected that the humanity in front of him was controlled by the Dreadlord, but his magic told him that it did not.

Contradictions occupy the mind of Isoregus.

What does Carlos want to do, he is indulging in this chaos.

The arson is indispensable to cause chaos. Thick smoke first appeared from the north of Ere'Thalas, followed by all parts of the city.

"His Majesty!"

"Carlos?"

Everyone eagerly wanted to know what their commander wanted to do.

"I said... everyone, listen to my voice!"

With Carlos as the center, a huge shock of light burst out, and the fear lord hidden in the rift in the mind at the meeting was forced out by this shock and appeared in the material world.

Interference is isolated, thinking is blocked, and within the scope of the divine star, all beings can only hear one voice.

Carlos's momentum continued to climb, and the Dreadlord who tried to use his flying ability to escape the surrounding was dragged back to the ground with his invisible hand, crushing it inside.

"Either obey my orders or become my enemy. After I have finished speaking, who is for and who is against?"

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