Anomaly Of Warcraft

(Just a few words, the author-kun originally has the manuscript. But the author-kun always thinks that it is a good habit to maintain good communication with the audience. But recently some people have been hacking me, and the black spots are also inexplicable. Then he and Da The eyeball chatted, and he had a right saying: Don’t forget the original intention of writing, you can’t cater to everyone. I think it makes sense, since what you write is not a small white book, why should you be so straightforward. Occasionally bring it with you It’s actually pretty good to read a book in your head, isn’t it, viewers. Because the author-kun has torn up again, so it’s updated today. Well, that’s it.)

At the Battle of South Blue, Carlos was trapped in a siege.

Although the 44th Corps under the Ninth Army was only two and a half days away from South Blue Town, it was not until Carlos had begun to deploy defenses, and the belated forward troops of the 44th Corps arrived. There are more than 800 people in the team.

Then there is no more.

The warriors of the 44th Corps fully carried forward the spirit of conquering the brave and fought the brutal orcs, and bought precious time for the soldiers and civilians of South Blue to build a line of defense.

The sacrifice spirit of the fearless 44th Corps greatly inspired the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers of the South Blue town to resist the war, and ignited the fire of hope and freedom in the hearts of the people.

History will not forget, the people will not forget, the alliance will not forget!

Carlos couldn't remember the name of the commander of the 44th Corps at all.

"Idiot, the tribe can make a round in less than three days. The alliance is all this kind of stuff. What are we going to fight? It's okay for everyone to surrender and lose half!"

Without his subordinate answering, Carlos complained a few words and stopped.

"How is the material transfer work going?" Carlos calmed down and asked.

"It's fairly smooth. The army started to pull out. A lot of materials were taken away. The warehouses in the barracks already have serious deficits. We don't have to move too many. This afternoon, we will basically be able to complete the transfer of materials to the headquarters of the alliance. "Herni Marebu replied.

As the war escalated, the old mayor gradually felt overwhelmed and had applied to Alex for retirement, and Hennie Mareb has officially become the new mayor of South Blue Town.

"Oh? So we have to thank those worms. It's better to eat it yourself than to burn it or leave it to the tribe, isn't it?" Carlos, who knew the truth, couldn't help but burst into tears.

"My lord, logically speaking, yes." As a vassal of the Barov family, Heni Mareb could say something that Carlos's officers could not say. "Whether you leave it to the tribe or burn the supplies, it will have an impact on your reputation, my lord. The situation now can't be better."

Carlos suddenly had a feeling of understanding Long live for Lothar.

It must be very hard to lead such a group of people who are still carrying ghosts while they are dead, and fighting with their own little abacus?

It must be very hard to endure the thoughts of smashing these worms and scumbags to death, and pretending to be gentle and consoling and considerate, isn't it?

It must be very hard to bear tears to send loyal and loyal people to death, but to endure the destruction and hindrance behind the incompetent people, right?

I really want to hack these gangsters to death!

"It's over, let's study the defense plan of South Blue Town." Carlos skipped the topic calmly, as if the curse had never happened before.

South Blue Town is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the only side facing the land has a large number of fortifications. It is really a difficult place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In addition, most of the wizards hired by Carlos in Dalaran also reside in South Blue Town, and Kel'Thuzad is also in the town. At this moment, there are more than a dozen high-ranking wizards in the small South Blue town.

At the battle plan drafting meeting, everyone was confident that they would defend South Blue, but Carlos always had an ominous premonition.

The commanders of the Independence Corps formulated a moderate defense plan at the meeting, which was put to use that night.

Crossbow muskets and shells broke the enemy's midfield, and the small cavalry cooperated with the elite troops to cover the frontcourt.

"General, the tribe is marching in a hurry, the siege equipment is scarce, and our army is fully equipped, with ample supplies, it is a good idea to defend South Blue Town." Although Ymir stayed up all night, he faced the morning sun with swollen eye bags. Does not affect his confidence.

The town of South Blue, excluding the people who took refuge, still has more than 2,000 inhabitants, plus the remnants of the Independence Regiment and the 44th Corps, 7,000 humans defending against 5,000 orcs, and it should be pretty stable.

It's a pity that Ymir's self-confidence only lasted less than two days and was destroyed without help.

"Marine Admiral Dalin Proudmoore attacked the tribal camp and rushed to the air? There was another encounter at sea with the tribal troop carrier and the red dragon? The tribe also increased its troops?"

After receiving the first-hand news from Kel'Thuzad, Carlos's face was gloomy and terrible, and Ymir was stunned, and the other wing commanders looked bad.

"Don't be like dead people at home, and it's not that you haven't fought the orcs with superior forces. Don't forget, Laozi's troops are independent groups!" Carlos quickly adjusted his mentality, showing a proud posture, as if he regarded the tribe like a tribe. Said the chicken in general.

The self-confidence that was originally unreasonable, but the subordinates took this set.

"That is, General, you are destined to step on the corpse of the orc!"

"Bullshit, your lord is a man who wants to be a king!"

"With the generals, the orcs are not afraid!"

...

Whether it's the truth or the flattery, at least the commander's unified caliber, the soldiers below will have a lot less riots.

This battle must be fought as much as possible.

That night, Carlos, who was on regular patrol, finished his patrol and was about to go back to the command hall to take a nap, but he was stopped by Herni Marebu.

"My lord, when the militia found movement in the sea, they went to check and found that the barrier net was torn by something. It doesn't look like a murloc did it." Heni Mareb took out a group of fishing nets that hadn't dried yet. Show it to Carlos.

The hooks on the fishing nets are rusty, and there are no scratches on the rust marks. The fishing ropes made of flax fibers are torn off by external forces, and the lengths of the fibers at the forks vary.

"How deep is the water?" Carlos asked.

"About five meters," Hennie Mareb replied.

What is it? Carlos couldn't help but wonder. If it is a murloc, the fiber of the fishing rope should be soaked with the slime of the murloc instrument; if it is a big fish, it is impossible to hang something with the hook; if it is an orc, a few advanced soldiers will raid the tightly guarded town, which is too trifling. . What the hell is it?

Suddenly, a word appeared in Carlos's mind!

"Holy Light! That enemy is worth fighting!"

Carlos yelled, and the not strong holy light came out through the wall and radiated more than half of South Blue Town.

"Town Hall!"

Carlos sensed the reverberation of the Holy Light, and led his subordinates quickly to the Civic Chamber of the Town Hall in South Blue Town, which is commonly known as the Town Hall.

It's still a step too late to hurry up. The militiamen who watched the night seemed to be lazily leaning against the shade of the wall, but the twisted neck and broken neck bones faced the guard's loyalty.

"My lord, what is that?" Hennie Marebu couldn't help asking while running.

"A bunch of shreds that defiled the heroic spirits, a group of dead animals." Carlos drew his sword, looked down at the dirt footprints on the steps of the town hall, and kicked open the wooden gate.

"Since you are here, don't leave."

In Carlos's eyes, the flame of holy light was burning, watching the three human figures in the dark looking through the books and documents, and made a death declaration.

"It seems that there is a memory problem. Your command center is not in the town hall, but you should be a human officer. Killing you is not in vain."

After finishing speaking the awkward common language, six scarlet eyes stared at Carlos tightly.

"Gul'dan toys, do you know what your biggest mistake is?"

Carlos waved back the guards behind him and motioned for Henni Mareb to close the door.

Heni Marebu faithfully implemented Carlos's orders despite hesitating.

"Yes...what..." The tone was still awkward, but the tone was not so blunt. The monster asked with interest. It seemed that three pairs were one, and they had the chance to win.

"Laozi is the strongest paladin in the world, you three fifty-five scumbags!"

After the words, with wings spread, Carlos has decided to kill.

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