Anomaly Of Warcraft

Carlos's garrison camp was in a mountain pass near the gate of Thoradin's Wall to the north. Three layers of wooden barriers constitute the first line of defense. A large number of trenches and buried spiked wood stubble are scattered around the periphery of the camp, forming the second line of defense. Three thousand soldiers are the last line of defense.

However, the arrangement of Carlos seemed unnecessary to the soldiers.

"There are three legions in front of us, Lothar really doesn't treat me as a regular army." Carlos checked the camp again, and returned to the commanding account and chatted with Uncle Brick idly.

"It's normal, should I put you on the front line and die by the accidental injury of the support artillery fire?" Brick spit out mercilessly.

"You are slander, a malicious slander to the Alliance!" Carlos pointed his finger at Uncle Brick's nose.

"Young Master, isn't it good to be safe and stable? War will kill people." Uncle Brick couldn't calm down anymore.

So Carlos put away his hippie smile.

"Do you think I came here for meritorious service and bragging capital? I'm fighting with the determination to die."

Carlos's sudden expression of his thoughts surprised Fang Zhu.

"I would like to hear more." Uncle Brick finally looked at Carlos with serious eyes.

"After listening, you can't get off the boat." Carlos warned.

"I've been on the thief ship a long time ago, okay, how many dirty things have been done to help you secretly, at this time you are hypocritical with me." Uncle Brick snorted dissatisfied.

"The Holy Light guides our way forward." Carlos said.

"speak English."

"When I became a Paladin, I briefly saw the picture of the future." Carlos opened his mouth in nonsense.

"Foresight is still the future." When Uncle Brick heard this, his expression became serious.

In the circle of wizards in Azeroth, prophecy spells are not rare, and bricks are also familiar.

The so-called foresight is to have a certain connection with the world itself, and the hint of a certain world consciousness obtained is highly reliable intelligence.

The so-called future vision is something even more remarkable, and people who have reached a certain level of power have experienced this kind of experience. It is a kind of magical experience that will happen when you take a look at it and suddenly the subsequent development of something appears in your mind, as long as you don't interfere. Fang Zhuan himself had similar experiences several times, so he hurried to ask questions.

"I don't know, there is an endless wave of darkness in front of me. Turning around, it is a ruin of Guy Erdalon and the endless sea of ​​corpses and blood of his compatriots." Carlos replied.

"What do you want me to do." Brick understood that Carlos told himself that this would never be groundless.

"My status is still not enough, I need to borrow your words to say it." Carlos finally revealed his true intentions.

"To whom, what to say." Brick is not just a nerd who only knows how to do research, and his speech hit the nail on the head.

"Alex Barov, let him keep an eye on our King Aiden." Carlos's voice was as low as a howling from the abyss.

In an instant, Uncle Brick made up a two-million-word book of grievances and grievances.

"Do you know what I will face if the intelligence is wrong?" The Arch Mage Brick's voice was a bit dry, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Carlos didn't have any follow-up words of persuasion, and the two of them sat in the empty command camp, knowing that Ymir had come to report.

"General, the orcs have landed in our northwest direction. There is intelligence that a unit of about 10,000 people is coming straight to Thoradin's gate. The general command requires us to wipe out the enemy as necessary." Ymir was mixed with fear. Mixed with excitement.

"This group of animals, they don't even need to rest." Carlos stood up, straightened his long hair tied into a high ponytail, and put on his helmet.

"Order the entire army to be on guard and be ready to reinforce the friendly forces at any time." Carlos issued a military order.

"Yes." Ymir led away.

Six months ago, Carlos and a group of fellow Paladins succeeded in tinkering with light cast iron, and with the support of Archbishop Alonthos Faw, they took up precious transport power and secretly transferred Ironforge from Menethil. Quench in the furnace of the Bronzebeard dwarves and transport them back.

Other Paladins commissioned the craftsmen of the Knights of the Silver Hand to forge armor and weapons. Only Carlos made specializations and asked Lordaeron's most famous craftsman to create a set of armor.

The quenched light cast iron is dull and dull, and the texture is similar to that of inferior steel. However, once the power of the holy light is infused, a magical magical reaction will occur, and the light cast iron will have a strong holy light conductivity and a hard texture. Carlos once used Bonigoto Phantom Dancer to cut a piece of light cast iron ingot infused with holy light, only to cut out a five-centimeter deep sword mark, which can be used to assess how hard it is.

Leaving the archmage in deep thought, Carlos walked out of the camp and urged the officers to clean up the team.

Almost an hour later, the team was assembled, Carlos couldn't help but admire Lothar's good training.

Many people may naively think that it is only three thousand troops, and they can fight after a few minutes.

Wrong.

Armor is a heavy burden on ordinary soldiers. It is both heavy and affects activities. Just sitting fully armed at the end of the day can be exhausted and half dead. The so-called state of combat readiness is only to wear the breastplate and crotch of the upper body, and to wear other parts only after clear instructions.

And to make preparations, bows and arrows must be issued, weapons must be inspected, and emergency dry food must be issued, which requires a lot of preparation.

What? You asked why the dry food was distributed just before the war, and why did you go there early.

Send it down early, will you stay overnight as a soldier? Either it was stolen by a comrade-in-arms or stolen by a comrade-in-arms, anyway, it's better to eat it yourself.

Therefore, a lot of materials will be released only when they are in a state of war.

Seeing the men in six square teams, Carlos couldn't help but think of the famous saying: The same should be true for a big man!

"Soldiers, the orcs are here. They are here this time. Those guys who said they were coming half a year ago but only now have finally come."

The opening remarks successfully eased the atmosphere. Carlos didn't interfere with the officers pursuing the low-smiling soldiers, only to wait for the scene to calm down before continuing.

"We guessed, we were afraid, and we are still a little bit excited now. Why, because at sea, the Alliance gave the Horde a heavy blow, and more than 20,000 orcs were sunk in the sea to feed fish.

We have been training hard for a whole year, and all our preparations are for this moment.

The orcs are finally here! An orc force of less than 10,000 rushed into the encirclement of the three legions, not including us, there were still three reorganized legions, two against one!

Soldiers, tell me how to lose!

How to lose! "

The atmosphere was successfully mobilized, and the soldiers below had a high desire to fight in their eyes, but they remained silent because of the officers' eye attacks.

Still short of fire, Carlos continued to encourage his men.

"I like challenges! Because it is just punishment."

"Let's find some stronger enemies! The Alliance army is unmatched!"

"The heart of fighting, until you die! See death as home, just today!"

"Brothers and sisters, fight side by side with me! Those who violate our alliance will be punishable even though they are far away!"

Finally, the atmosphere was ignited.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

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