Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 613: Shostakovich’s Seventh Symphony

The ancient city of Ere’Thalas, or Dire Maul for short, is still peaceful and peaceful today.

Although Prince Torsedrin had made up his mind to begin the blood sacrifice to the Syndras, the development of things took time.

Therefore, before the population decline, the ogres and satyrs only dared to look for opportunities outside the ancient city, and did not dare to face the guards of the upper elves.

Medivh’s payment is really generous. At this stage, almost all magic associations have his eyeliners. As part of the payment, the contact information of these eyeliners has also been handed over to Carlos.

If you can communicate through the process, you don’t want to fight with swords and guns. Carlos is not ready to tear up his face with Syndra.

In other words, before Torsedlin went crazy, Carlos expected to use the Thousand Man to attack the Maul of Doom. It was purely funny.

Will you be behind the scenes?

Differentiation, drawing, and making a wish is the means for normal people.

Carlos thought he was a normal person, so he did the same.

Leading the troops to the east for about 70 kilometers, they re-searched for a convenient camping site. Carlos activated the magic signal and patiently waited for the upper elves to come and join.

Then go fishing and paddling happily with Dan Dema.

“Carlos, are you serious? To be honest, the Highborne are not a good guy.”

“They are so hard to be cannibalized.”

“You don’t understand the sense of superiority, the world once surrendered to their feet. Seriously, I am not very optimistic about your actions. If you want a mage, don’t you go to Quel’Thalas to find it a lot?”

“Anastarian is dying.”

“??!”

Dan Dema was so stunned that the fish broke the line and didn’t care.

“He is less than two thousand years old.”

Dandema’s muttering made Carlos want to hit someone.

If you want to make trouble, you must first be patient.

After waiting for three full days, Medivh’s hidden son gave back the information, proving that he had not been sacrificed in blood by his compatriots.

It was a bird folded from paper woven from the fiber of the bark of a laurel tree.

“Flashy magic.”

Dandema commented disdainfully, Carlos gave him a blank look and didn’t bother to pay attention.

Opening the letter, Carlos issued a really fragrant warning.

“Dandema, you are not a good teacher.”

“What happened to me?”

“Didn’t you say that my Salas has passed, why I don’t understand this letter at all.”

Dandema stretched her head and took a look.

“Well, ancient grammar, we have been in the night elves vernacular movement for more than 10,000 years. You can’t read normal.”

I, you, fuck, special code, can I beat you?

Dandema saw Carlos becoming rampant, and took the initiative to act as a translator.

“Wait for a while. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this way of writing. Let me stroke it.”

After a while, Dandema smiled confidently.

“The days of working in the library weren’t in vain. It’s okay, it’s translated.”

Sure enough, picking up girls makes people progress…

Carlos listened respectfully.

“There is too much nonsense throughout the article, I will omit it, only three words of value. Two days later, at midnight, at midnight in the southwest ruins of the palace, I will have an interview.”

“Are you serious? Even though I don’t understand this letter, I can still count it. More than 700 words, just three sentences?”

Carlos felt a little unreliable.

“Otherwise, why do you think Malfurion initiated the vernacular movement? Why is it necessary to literacy? The ancient grammar is like this. The adjectives and modifiers in the whole text are only these three sentences.”

Dan Dema put the letters in Carlos’s hand for a row, with a face full of love, believe it or not.

Go, go, go, Carlos took a soft spot.

Progress is always good.

Go ahead and step on it. The statue of the Moon God in the ruins of the southwestern palace is not difficult to find. The statue of Elune will not stand all over the street. As a landmark building, it is quite easy to distinguish.

The only problem is that this ruin has been taken by the ogres.

How to do?

Eat, sleep, and fight ogres.

Carlos called the more than two hundred brothers and recalled the second orc war.

As a successful example of alien species, the ogre is really good at making rudder.

The proliferation of the Eastern Kingdoms is not to mention, only the small part that followed the Gujar crossing to Kalimdor, has now grown to be able to compete with the powerful local species for living space, and it can be ashamed to die of Procambarus clarkii.

There were not many ogres occupying the ruins, and the scouts roughly counted only sixteen, and the error would not be too great.

But Feralas who had enough food to support his people, the silly big blacks who were more than four meters tall had obviously been very moisturized.

“It’s not easy to deal with, we don’t have heavy weapons. Are you sure you want to face it?”

Dandema observed in secret for a while and asked.

“It’s okay, we have a psychological advantage.”

Carlos said confidently.

Then Carlos stood upright and went out.

“You have been surrounded by me. Putting down your weapons and surrendering is the only way out!”

“You’re serious!!!”

Dandema was stunned by Carlos’s harassment.

Although I heard Carlos said that he had adventures in the astral world, Dan Dema had no intuitive knowledge of Carlos’ current personal strength, and he didn’t understand what was going on.

In Dan Dema’s eyes, bows, arrows, guns, and short-handled swords are not easy to use against rough-skinned ogres. To deal with them, you must prepare long handles and heavy weapons. It is best to bring a bladed cart to be reliable.

So in Dandema’s distrustful eyes, Carlos signaled that his men were in an encircling formation and began to close the net.

“Aha, it’s a human being. I haven’t encountered it for a long time. It’s delicious… Uh, I seem to know, who is it?”

An ogre looked at Carlos and felt familiar, and froze in place.

The other ogres took up weapons and prepared to “hunt.”

Don’t let the food delivered to your door be condemned by God.

Carlos walked in front of the ogre in a leisurely manner, comfortably caught the huge mallet made from a whole green cypress, and took it with his backhand and drew it on the ogre’s face.

The huge body fell to the ground in a daze, with a bang. The three ogres who were irritated by the madness tried to besie Carlos, but they were all overturned, and the scene fell into a brief calm.

“It’s the monster king!”

The ogre who had served in the tribe finally remembered the past of Hillblad Hills, and uttered a scream like a chicken, reducing the morale of the ogre by half.

The ogres who wanted to escape found that they were surrounded. They wanted to do it, but couldn’t afford the courage. Under Carlos’s pressing step by step, they put down their weapons and hugged their heads, cleverly forced.

“What do you want to do?”

Dandema recovered from the shock and asked Carlos who was instructing the soldiers to tie up the prisoners.

“Do you remember the main purpose of my coming to Feralas.”

“Boundary Gate?”

“Yeah, if you don’t grab some coolies, do you want my soldiers to clear the way?”

After more than ten years of absence, Dandema felt that he needed to get to know Carlos again.