Anomaly Of Warcraft

What determines the outcome of a war is never magic, not a few weapons, but people!

Magic is a tool, weapons are tools, and people are tools!

Ah? Didn't you say that just now?

You got it wrong, people are also tools, but the advanced ones are called tool people.

Why do you live for?

Of course it is for sex!

Of course it's for the ass!

Ah bah, of course it is for justice!

...

Dalin Proudmoore failed to speak after drunk, and his impromptu speech left the immortal "On Instrumental Man and Justice" for Azeroth.

Although the official throat repeatedly emphasized that this was fabricated, slander, and rumors after the incident, on the beach of Silithus, thousands of real hunks cheered for his Marine Admiral at the bonfire party, the prototype of the alliance party struggle has appeared.

I am the ass party, and you.

The night elves were very touched by the artillery show.

Although they wanted to be part of the night elf officers who watched the artillery show of the human fleet, they said that these artillery can do things like the bladed carts, and the druid spells are more effective.

But in the eyes of Fandral Staghelm and other high-level leaders, they realized that in the far east, in the kingdom of mankind, a civilization completely different from the night elves had emerged, and iron and fire were competing with magic.

This is a judgment made by reason, and has nothing to do with feelings.

So the night elves just used the Hippogryphs to carry Daelin and his captains to the fortress of the Cenarion Circle to see the swarms of insects in the afterglow of the sunset in the desert, and the humans shut their mouths.

Praise Elune, Silithus is too far from the Eastern Kingdoms, and the Qiraji is too close to the night elves.

Although the alien worms all over the sky are not the main force of the Qiraji people, in front of such an overwhelming number, Dai Lin feels that humans have no way to deal with it, at least he can't think of it.

However, the night elves do.

The rain of arrows, the splendid firework of druid spells, the wind and the thunder follow the orders of the night elves. The orthodox continuation of this Ten Thousand Years empire has sealed a huge disaster away from human sight with absolute strength. The desert is thousands of years old.

honourable.

The carnival hangover the night before, was blushed by the reality of Cenario's day trip. The previous act of showing muscles now seems so naive.

Dai Lin realized this problem.

Night elves should be human friends, not enemies.

But ducks can die, and their mouths must be hard. How can men say no!

"Well, this is indeed a problem, I can provide you with some help within my ability..."

"Great, just because of the previous blockade of the Naga Siren, we are tight, you see..."

It seems... fooled?

Daelin Proudmoore is not sure.

The universal arrogance of night elves comes from a long history, long life span, and immortality.

Although I don't want to admit it, human beings are on the same level as night elves, and it is obvious that night elves are more like the chosen ones.

So the pride of the night elves makes sense.

But there is no fool who can be a high official.

Fandral Staghelm didn't care about Daelin Proudmoore's show off at all, he was fond of the huge Marine fleet in Kul Tiras.

The Naga Sea-Monster blocked the blockade regardless of the loss. Although the night elves achieved a very beautiful battle loss ratio, the loss of the ship was really serious. Silithus’s transportation capacity was really tight. At this time, a large-scale human fleet did not want to The method is the real SB.

Watch the fireworks on Tuesday, eat less at night, sit on the flying chicken on Wednesday, and talk about business inexplicably.

With a tight schedule, the night elves used a lot of shocking images to persuade Marine Admiral Dalin to agree to carry the night elves' injuries and rotations by sea and return to Oberding via the Feathermoon Fortress, and head south with a full load of goods.

All this is for money, and the rewards promised by the night elves are converted into gold coins commonly used in the human world.

This sale is a model of a win-win situation. Following Admiral Marine, the captains are not without complaints, but they are holding back.

But now with the night elves paying the bill, Dai Lin's personal prestige is going to heaven.

The only question, what should Carlos do?

In a sense, Fandral Staghelm intercepted Carlos' Hu.

So when Dalin went to Ere'Thalas, he was a little embarrassed.

Little money is really sweet, brother, you know.

"It doesn't matter. Being a person is like killing a parent. Real brother, how can you do such a thing? Give me a 20% discount on the shipping fee?"

"OK, no problem!"

The bargaining with the knife in the smile did not dilute the joy of reunion after a long absence.

With the relief of the crisis in the Soul Well, the situation in Silithus eased, and the strength of the night elves began to adjust, and the Feathermoon Fortress in Feralas was a very important node.

The high-level elves of Erethalas were really scared.

The people didn't feel anything when Prince Tosidlin was still alive, anyway, the prince was holding on to it when the sky fell.

Now that the former compatriots may call in at any time, the high-level elves finally remembered the Kaldorei Empire back then.

Although the upper elves are the ruling class of the Kaldorei Empire, the night elves led by Malfurion are the ones who inherited the main power of the empire.

If you really call here, who is telling you what the law is.

In particular, the entire Feralas belonged to Guerel'Thalas, and the overall road conditions were good. The night elves made a turn in Silithus’ army without any difficulty.

Carlos did not understand the panic of the Highborne, because he understood that Tyrande might have made such a nonsense decision. Long live the girl has always been very emotional, muttering a few words about what Elune should do. Maybe he made up his mind to finish the night. The great unity of the elves.

But Malfurion and Fandral Staghelm who are not crazy are all qualified political leaders, and they will not attack Ere'Thalas in such a rough way.

But what does this have to do with Carlos, the panic spread of Erre'Thalas originally had him behind him.

For the same reason he can't accuse Dalin, Admiral Marine is earning the night elves' transit freight, and Carlos is not paying the high-level elves' war fortune.

Everyone took off their pants and their butts were not clean, so why bother to embarrass each other.

What's more, Daelin Proudmoore's love for thousands of miles to help must be kept in mind.

So Carlos took Dalin and played happily in the exotic Erethalas for several days. The Marine Admiral’s baldness problem got worse.

"I run the boat for the night elves. Doesn't it affect your plan?"

"It doesn't affect, so many people, it doesn't matter a few days in the morning and a few days later."

"That's good, mainly in Silithus, the swarm of insects that obscures the sky and the sun. It really scared me. It's almost the same as the orcs back then. The orcs are just the tide of darkness, and the swarms are the tsunami of darkness that obscures the sky and the sun. !"

"Go out."

Carlos waved his hand, and the maids of the upper elf left the bathroom. In the empty magic spring pool, there were only two naked muscular men.

"Let's bear it for a long time."

Carlos asked.

"For someone else, it's a cut when I meet, but Carlos, you, I believe you will give me an explanation."

"Of course, I was on the front line of the battle against the tribe."

"Let's talk about it then, what's going on with those orcs, Carlos, convince me, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

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