Anomaly Of Warcraft

"Fifty-five?"

The death knights slowly dispersed and surrounded Carlos in a triangular formation.

The wings of holy light behind Carlos illuminated the room, watching the death knight's movements, Carlos lowered the Bonigoto Phantom Dancer. The tip of the sword hit the ground rhythmically, and the metal and stone floor collided with each other, making a crisp sound in the silent night.

"The thirst for knowledge is quite strong, because you damn orc souls' desecration of the corpses of the dead angered me, and I don't mind making you suffer more."

The two attacked at the same time behind the two, and the long sword with shadow energy attacked the weak point of the armor connection of Carlos's back waist.

"Oh, it still retains the ability to cast shadows."

The shadow strike hit the holy light shield, the annihilation of light and darkness urged a dazzling white light.

Carlos became a little impatient when he found that the death knight who was stabbing his own back was still unwilling to exert his strength. Without moving, he twisted his waist and turned his hips, and slammed a fist hard on the face of the death knight at the rear left.

Seeing the accomplice who was knocked out, another death knight behind Carlos quickly retracted his sword and retreated, continuing to maintain the double-teaming trend.

"It's embarrassing to be played by you like this promising career of the death knight."

Carlos found that using the tip of the sword to make noises to disturb the opponent's mind did not seem to have the effect it should have, so he stopped and concentrated on taunting.

"You...know us well?"

"It's more than understanding. It's a painful comprehension. I can't get two thousand two in the arena. It's the death knight's fault to think about it."

"I don't understand, what you said."

"It doesn't matter, when words can't clearly convey each other's feelings, let's experience it physically! Let us fall in love and kill each other!"

Carlos's series of contrived performance is of course not habitual pretense, but trying to use words to test the other party's details.

Carlos, who has been heavily educated by reality for eighteen years, has long understood a truth-the information obtained in his previous life can only be used for reference, and cannot be taken seriously!

Although the energy response detected by the reverberation of the holy light was weak, Carlos tried to find out the full strength of his opponent.

The current heuristics can deduce:

Inherit the martial arts of resurrecting the corpse.

Feeling indifferent, cold and ruthless.

Can use the power of shadow.

At this time, the death knight embedded in the wall broke free, holding a cloud of shadow energy in his hand, and it appeared even darker under the shining light of the holy light. He restored the broken half of his face, then picked up the fallen sword and continued to guard.

Carlos secretly added inferences that seemed to be painless and obviously vital.

Words are useless, just fight.

Since he was six years old, he has not slackened his martial arts experience for a day. Carlos does not believe that these death knights who rely on physical memory can suppress himself in sword skills.

Wandering between the three death knights, Carlos repeatedly tested the enemy's capabilities.

Strength, high.

The ability to resist physical strikes is extremely high.

The body's recovery capacity is as high as cheating.

High learning capibility.

The death knight, who is almost immortal at the physical level, poses a great threat to ordinary soldiers!

Carlos has tried enough, and is tired of playing. Bonigoto Phantom Dancer kicked off one person, kicked the other person sideways, and gathered up the holy light vitality pill with his free left hand, and hit it fiercely. On the third person.

Under the purifying power of the holy light, the death knight who was recruited let out a painful wailing, and the soul filled with shadow energy was annihilated in the agitation of light and darkness.

"Ah, I accidentally broke the game. Why did I fall down before I could do anything?"

There is one less person in the place, and Carlos's pressure is greatly reduced, and he is more comfortable.

"The power of shadow, the power of death, the power of frost, the power of fel, the power of blood, the power of soul, how would you like?"

Although it was two-on-one, the whole scene was firmly controlled by Carlos.

"Anihilation strike, heart strike, spiritual strike, none of you?"

In the merciless taunt, another death knight was purified by the power of the holy light.

"If the owners of these bodies are all heroes of the Alliance, I really want to cut you into one piece. Are Gul'dan's toys at this level? Tyrone Gorefiend is not also such a weak **? "

Using the absolute advantage of power, Carlos suppressed the last death knight, and the fist of friendship containing the holy light waved towards the death knight's face, but was firmly caught by the death knight who was pressed to the ground on one knee.

"Unexpectedly, it is my enemy who knows me best."

In the agitation of the light and shadow, the death knight slowly stood up.

"Meeting for the first time, my next friend Gul'dan. I don't know if you have any suggestions for improving my toys?"

Carlos's mood at the moment is broken.

Want you to be the cheapest, pretend to be coercive, want you to show off, let's play off, how can Gul'dan not leave behind his toys!

"I heard that you are the best handsome orc?"

"Where, we orcs regard being strong as beautiful, I'm far from it."

"Are you robbing souls or resurrecting?"

"It's just a little trick that can't be used on the table."

"You are good at linguistics."

"After all, we must prepare for the ruling of your humanity after victory."

"Oh? So confident?"

"There is strength, that's it. Come to our side and do it together."

"Lok-tarogar!"

"Your orc language is also pretty good."

During the seemingly relaxed conversations, the sword and the sword never stopped, and the punch and punch never stopped.

Although the two compete equally on the fist of the power of light and shadow, the texture of the Bonigoto Phantom Dancer is obviously better than the long sword in the hands of the death knight possessed by Gul'dan.

Looking at the long sword that had been cut with a gap, Carlos couldn't help but smile proudly. "I don't know if I just killed you like this, what harm will it do to your body?"

"Guess!" Gul'dan also laughed.

The death knight possessed by Gul'dan suddenly opened his mouth, and evil energy gushed out from his eyes and mouth. Carlos could only curl the wings of the holy light behind him to his forehead to resist the impact of the evil energy in a hurry.

From the competition of muscles and martial arts to the power of the holy light against the shadows and evil energies, Carlos couldn't tell.

The power of the holy light needs to be supplemented by the paladin through spiritual torture in confession or meditation, how can it withstand such direct and crude consumption.

Although Carlos's power of light is very good in quality and capacity, it is not a human-shaped battery like Uther after all. In the confrontation with Gul'dan, the wings of light gradually dimmed.

"Want to know the location of the tomb of Sargeras?" Carlos asked suddenly.

"What?" Gul'dan was shocked, and the fel impact stopped abruptly.

Carlos suddenly released the Bonigoto Phantom Dancer, freed his right hand to pour all the remaining power of the Holy Light into his fist, and smashed Gul'dan fiercely on the face.

With a punch and a headshot, the headless corpse flew out, losing control of the long sword to chop off a strand of Carlos's long hair, and then slammed on the shoulder armor.

"Never play Xuan again, Gul'dan is so fierce!"

Carlos was talking to himself, his muscles were too strong, shaking uncontrollably.

After a long while, Carlos, who was relieved, arranged his appearance, opened the door and walked out.

"Don't move the three corpses for now, let the mage and priest handle them together." Carlos finally shook the cloak that he handed over and put it on, indicating that the crowd could disperse.

Thousands of miles away, Gul'dan touched his painful cheek, his excitement was beyond words.

The cast notice is secretly loyal to his subordinates, Gul'dan's command is simple and clear: South Blue Town Alliance Commander, I want to live!

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