Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Laziness, what a laziness, during the Second Orc War, whether it is the Griffin Riders of our alliance or the Red Dragoons of the tribe, air defense has always been the top priority."

Standing on the walls of Lordaeron, Carlos looked lonely.

"It has only been peaceful for a few years, and the air defense work has fallen on paper. With such a big noise, there is no guard to check the situation. It is really lazy."

Millhouse wanted to say something on the sidelines, and thought it would be better to keep silent, and finally didn't say anything.

After all, every year, with the scientific research funds of the Barov family, he provided more than one hundred hand-rubbing engines to the Alterac military. As a result, Carlos (the gold master)'s father called a private flight and exploded.

This is embarrassing.

Although it spanned a distance of more than 700 kilometers in four hours, this in itself is a very good fact.

But in the presence of the Lord's father, there is still a distance of twenty kilometers from Lordaeron.

Exploded.

The aircraft exploded.

Blow into a firework that illuminates the night sky.

If it weren't for the sacred shield of the golden master's father to be so strong, Millhouse himself would be afraid.

Is it because the mark of the mana fuel is higher? Anyway, his mana shield is definitely not able to withstand this kind of explosion damage.

The conclusion is that Millhouse not only lost people, but also owed his life.

So in the icy Lake Lordamere, Carlos took the back of the neck and swam for an hour, and finally came ashore.

Change time and place, Millhouse may make a point.

For example: You see this cliff is high and steep, this city wall is thick and big, the night is deep and sleepy, and the guards of the Alliance are also human.

But in this situation, the dwarf who pretends to be dead is a good dwarf.

Carlos waited for about five minutes, his brows frowned, and he realized that something was wrong.

"Millhouse, figure it out by yourself, after dawn, hurry up."

"Did something happen?"

Millhouse couldn't help but asked in confusion.

Carlos rushed to Lordaeron, of course, for his reasons. Millhouse's curiosity was in the search for spells, not conspiring to weigh, so he could resist not asking too much.

"I have three forces hidden in the city of Lordaeron, and there is no one to respond to them. What do you think this means?"

"Explain that our place is relatively remote?"

Carlos looked down at Millhouse and suddenly felt that what he was saying made sense.

In another timeline, Millhouse responded to Dalaran's call and followed in the footsteps of the Alliance to the broken Outland. The failed teleportation could penetrate the battleship-class Naaru shield and be imprisoned directly as an intruder into the Arcatraz. It can be seen that Absolutely lucky E.

Moreover, this dead dwarf can still pretend to be an anti-undercover Twilight Church in that timeline to prevent things from being discovered, and gradually mix up with the high-level Dalaran, but he is a foolish and mentally retarded character...

Maybe it was Millhouse's lucky E that was pitted, maybe he himself.

With such thoughts in mind, Carlos bid farewell to Millhouse, recognized the direction in the pre-dawn haze, and moved quickly toward the center of Lordaeron.

It is not the Xicheng District where nobles live, nor is it the royal district in the east.

In the central block, there is a safe house set up by the Archmage Modra.

As long as the Lich King Ner'zhul focuses on one thing, it must be everywhere, calculating bit by bit.

Carlos never dared to yell at my fate.

Although there is a faint voice in his heart telling him that you can actually.

But now, Carlos must erase his silhouette from the Lich King's gaze.

Except for the great mages of the high elves, only the great mages of the Dalaran Council of Six have this ability.

All this is not difficult.

Carlos arrived at the safe room disguised as a warehouse without much effort.

Activate the mana crystal, Modra's vision immediately appeared in front of Carlos.

"Can I still trust you?"

Carlos asked.

"Should I continue to believe you?"

Modra's magical illusion was a bit distorted, but the hesitation on her face was serious.

"You can ask first, ma'am."

Carlos didn't have to think about it to understand what happened.

"You brought Medivh's token, so I believe you, but the clone of the Guardian has just found me."

Arch Mage Modra said tangledly.

"The Meditext people have left Azeroth for the star realm, and Ms. Aegwynn can confirm that if we struggle with this issue, we can end this conversation."

"I know, I know, if I can get in touch with the teacher, I won't be so distressed."

Modra's voice sharpened.

"Then madam, what are you worrying about?"

Carlos asked.

"Medicine showed me the future, and I...I was shaken."

Carlos did not interrupt Modra, but waited silently for Modra to recover from the shake. He never doubted the psychological control ability of an archmage.

"The orcs cannot be destroyed, so Medivh asked me to help Thrall and his tribe flee west. This conflicts with your action to encircle the orcs in Arathi. Someone is lying between you and Medivh! You have... wait, you The safe house in Lordaeron is used. You are not in Arathi, you are in Lordaeron?"

Modera suddenly reacted.

"Forget the damn orcs, I don't have time to care about them."

Carlos's tone revealed a trace of fatigue.

"What's going on is so serious that you can leave your army in Arathi and go to Lordaeron by yourself."

Modra realized the seriousness of the problem at this time, and her magic illusion seemed to be more disturbed, and the distortion phenomenon became more and more serious.

"Alsace has taken refuge, has been arrested, and has been involved in conspiracy and trickery. Anyone can do it. He is now a member of the Lich King."

Suddenly, Modra's magical illusion disappeared, and the communication device was overloaded and emitted ominous white smoke and high heat.

Just when Carlos was disappointed, Modra's illusion appeared again as if it was back to light.

"Merry Dongfeng, he's in the old blind tailor's shop in Xiacheng!"

After saying this, Modra exploded.

Oh no, it was Modra's magic device that exploded.

A dignified atmosphere filled the scene. Although he had fallen into the semi-god state, Carlos knew that the Lich King had already begun to watch him.

Under this kind of gaze, I couldn't do anything at all, and I didn't have to play with the whole picture on the other side.

After all, Modra was not her mentor, Aegwynn, nor was it Medivh the guardian, nor was he trying to force Khadgar. It was impossible to teleport to Carlos through a portal thousands of miles away.

But Modra gave the best solution she could make.

Meili Dongfeng, you may not even know who he is.

But Carlos knew.

The key piece to break the game was found.

If it was Meili Dongfeng, there must be a way to shield the Lich King from peeping everywhere.

But how could this dead skeleton frame be in Lordaeron?

He shouldn't be in Elwynn Forest, right.

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