Anomaly Of Warcraft

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When Carlos encountered the southern orc striker, and the troops suffered more than half of the casualties, the unwilling paladin summoned the top thieves and the men who worked for the bald brother.

A crazy and bold plan was born.

The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, poisoning, assassinating and burning its mother!

In order to relieve the pressure of the war, Carlos plans to plan a special operation, using poisoning to pollute water sources, assassinating tribal leaders, and burning weapons and grains to delay the orcs' offensive.

To this end, Carlos, who was intermittently convulsed, named the operation team the Allied Death Squad, the operation code was Call of Duty, his temporary code name was Snake, and the temporary code name of Brother Bald was 47.

Carlos and his stalker squad, with the help of the Archmage Brick, used the unstable portal to unknowingly touch the temporary base of the tribe’s southward troops.

After 47 complained to Sneek that it was more difficult to pass through the unstable portal than to be tortured, the Allied death squad secretly infiltrated the tribal camp.

Among the shoddy tents of various suggestions, members of the Allied death squad found that the camp was empty and the defensive force was weak.

Excited Sneek found a suspicious map that was completely incomprehensible, and several orc documents he didn't recognize in a tent in a suspected enemy command post.

Thirty minutes later, Forty-seven reported to Snake that the orc's forage accumulation point was heavily guarded, and there was no valuable arson target except the granary, and he asked for instructions from the superior.

After careful consideration, Snake decided to burn anything, and then retreated.

After the Allied death squad arbitrarily arranged the burning objects, a fire broke out in the orc's granary.

Snake asked 47 if he did it. Forty-seven looked at the sky speechlessly.

According to Plan A, the Allied death squad fled the scene after setting fire to create chaos and encountered a blue horned hoofed humanoid creature on the road.

To prevent the hostile behavior of 47, Snake used the Holy Light to heal the scarred blue horned hoofed humanoid creature, and the opponent carefully touched Snake's forehead with his fingertips with tears.

"May the Holy Light guide your way forward, kindhearted people, save me!"

The echo of the soul shook Snake's mind.

Isn't it difficult for Lenny to pretend to be a dead star? It's so miserable that the Holy Light guides the way.

Five days later, Carlos received a letter of commendation from the Alliance Commander Lothar.

"General, your accomplishment is so great that more than a dozen people destroyed the granary of the tribal army. Why do you lie in the report that it is a team of two hundred people?" Ymir asked puzzledly.

"Of course it's for your promotion. You have to think about it with me." After being a nobleman for so many years, Carlos's high-sounding lies just opened his mouth.

Looking at the touched Ymir, Carlos, who had hardened his kryptonish skin, was a little embarrassed.

Report the truth, Comrade Alex Barov won’t take my skin off, hell!

In line with the principle of looking for a mage without resolution, looking for a master for intractable diseases, and looking for square bricks for dirty work, the troubles that happened on the road were handed over to the great master square bricks.

Five days later, Brick told Carlos that language communication was already possible.

"Uncle Brick, has the magical civilization of Dalaran been developed to study the spells that are fluent in language?" Carlos asked with a look of surprise.

"With such spells, the old man spends so much time learning all kinds of languages? The creature called the draenei you sent is itself a literate master, using memory-enhancing spells to teach him basic text and grammar, and the rest It's a duck-filling education." Uncle Brick said with a look of aftertaste, "I think when I was a middle-level mage, I also worked as a tutor. Enlightenment education can be regarded as a long-standing profession, and the Pengley family is so wasteful. Chai’s eldest master has been educated by me. Apart from the legendary Rebauen, the old man is the number one in the tutoring world."

"It's amazing, then I'm going to question." Carlos said, walking into the tent holding the draenei.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"My name is Carlos Barov, what is your name."

"My name is Leonardo."

"..."

"..."

The conversation with friends when Penguin first emerged in the nineties was what happened to the sense of sight.

Carlos took a deep breath.

"Can you tell your story?"

"I am a draenei, from Draenor, orcs, badly bad, killing people, grabbing food, working with flower girls, I, captive."

Carlos held a bit of old blood back to his chest, unable to speak for a long while.

"Mr. Leonardo, please be more detailed. I know far more than you think. Is the Prophet Velen okay?"

Leonardo suddenly became excited.

"May the light guide our way forward! Young owner of the light, thank you for saving me, the great prophet Velen is well, and any attempt by those ugly orcs to assassinate the great prophet Velen will not succeed!"

The speech finally went smoothly.

"As far as I know, after the orcs committed the Shattrath tragedy, they did not leave a record of male draenei."

Leonardo fell into a sad memory, with a sad expression on his face.

"Yes, they killed men, old people and children, and insulted women. But I am Lantresso's uncle. Lantresso once gave me an orc-style hanging chain, and that thing saved my life."

Carlos couldn't turn his head a bit.

"Lantreso? Landreso. Fireblade? Sword Saint Landreso?"

"I didn't expect Lantressor to be so famous, even the humans of Azeroth know his name."

"You, draenei. Lantresso, orc. Uncle?"

"Yes, Lanteriso’s mother is my sister. She and Lanteriso’s father fell in love freely and gave birth to Lanteriso. Their marriage was even influenced by the great prophet Velen and the orc’s shaman master. Ozu’s blessing. At that time, the orcs were not so violent and bloodthirsty. The relationship between the draenei and the orcs was very harmonious at that time. But all the good times ended without warning."

Leonardo was obviously immersed in the grief meeting again, with a bitter expression on his face.

"How did you come to Azeroth."

"The orcs wanted to find the refuge of the surviving draenei through me. I was afraid to leave the shelter of my nephew when I learned that they were trying to stay. I had to stay with the Burning Blade clan and linger. Lantresso was out of tolerance by the tribe because of the anti-war. People took refuge. Before leaving

, My nephew gave my TOEFL to another respectable sword-sage Bochon Clefthoof Slayer to take care of. The Bochn Clefthoof Slayer came here with the Horde, and I followed. "

"Bocian Clefthoof Slayer? This name..."

"Every year in the breeding season, the violent clefthoof cattle are the natural disasters of the Nagrand grassland. Borchon won the title of clefthoof slaughter because of his exquisite skills and outstanding results, so he was called Borchn. Clefthoof cattle. The slaughterer."

No, this is a long and idle rhythm. Carlos realized that he hadn't asked what was going on, not when he cared about these Eight Trigrams.

"You set the fire in the granary?"

"Yes, I hate the orcs, except for the Bochon Clefthoof Slayer and those who have helped me. I can't wait to kill all the orcs. But I can't. Before Shattrath was destroyed, I was a jewelry polisher. Teacher, I didn’t learn superb martial arts. The Bochon Clefthoof Slaughter arranged for me to cook for him. I am qualified to enter and leave the granary. The orcs had a big action that night, and I used the excuse to slaughter Bochon Clefthoof. The author made midnight snacks, mixed into the granary in the middle of the night, used hay as a fuze to set off the fire, and prepared to escape in the chaos. Then I met you."

"The information you provided is very important. As the Rear Admiral Alliance, I declare that Leonardo the Draenei has now received asylum from the Alliance and you are safe."

"thanks, thanks"

Carlos and Leonardo clasped their hands tightly, and both felt that they were lucky. This is a treasure!

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