The ancient city of Eresaras, or simply the Hammer of Doom, is still peaceful and tranquil today.

Prince Tosedrin, though he has made up his mind to begin the blood sacrifice to the Sindras, it takes time for things to develop.

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

Medivan paid a lot of money, and at this stage, almost all the magic associations have his eyeliner, and as part of the payment, the contact information of these eyeliner was also handed over to Carlos.

If you can go through the process to communicate, don't dance with knives and guns, Carlos is not ready to tear his face with Sindra.

Or rather, before Tocedrin's madness, Carlos' expectation of attacking the Hammer of Doom with a thousand men was simply a purely hilarious act.

Will he be behind it?

Dividing and dividing and making wishes is the means that normal people should have.

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

After leading his troops to the east, about seventy kilometers to the east, and re-searching for a convenient campsite, Carlos activated the magic code, and patiently waited for the upper elves to come and connect.

Then I had fun fishing and paddling with Dandema.

"Carlos, are you serious? Truth be told, the upper elves aren't easy to get along with. ”

"They're all so hard that they cannibalize people. ”

"You don't understand the sense of superiority, the world was once subservient to their feet. Seriously, I'm not very optimistic about your actions. If you want a mage, wouldn't it be much more reliable for you to go to Quel'Thalas to find it?"

"Anastarian is dying. ”

“？？！”

Dandema was so stunned that the fish didn't care when she broke the line.

"He's less than 2,000 years old. ”

Dandema's muttering made Carlos want to hit someone.

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

It took three days for Medivan's shadow son to return the information, proving that he had not been sacrificed by his compatriots.

It was a bird folded from paper woven from the bark fibers of a laurel tree, and when it landed in Carlos's hands, it was begging for food.

"Flashy magic. ”

Danderma commented disdainfully, and Carlos gave him a blank look, too lazy to pay attention.

Opening the letter, Carlos issued a warning of true incense.

"Dandema, you're not a good teacher. ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Didn't you say that my Salas language is already qualified, why I can't read this letter at all. ”

Dandemar reached out and glanced over.

"Ancient grammar, we've been in the Night Elves vernacular movement for more than 10,000 years, and you can't read normal. ”

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

Seeing Carlos gradually going berserk, Dandelmar took the letter and began to act as a translator.

"You wait a minute, it's been a long time since I've seen this kind of writing, let me brush it up. ”

After a few moments, Dandemar smiled confidently.

"The days of mixing the library back then were not in vain, it's okay, it's translated. ”

Sure enough, picking up girls makes people progress......

Carlos made a deaf gesture.

"There is too much nonsense throughout the article, so I will omit it, and only three sentences are valuable. Two days later, at midnight, the statue of the moon god in the ruins southwest of the royal palace was interviewed. ”

"Are you serious? Although I can't read 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 launched a vernacular literary campaign, why did he want to eradicate literacy among the whole people? ”

Danderma lined up the letters into Carlos' hands, his face full of love and belief.

Gotcha, gotta gotcha, Carlos relented.

It's always good to have progress.

Go ahead of time, the statue of the moon god in the ruins southwest of the palace is not difficult to find, and the statue of Elune will not be all over the street, as a landmark, it is still very easy to identify.

The only problem is that the ruins have been overrun by ogres.

What to do?

Eat, sleep, fight ogres.

Carlos called more than two hundred brothers and recalled the Second Orc War.

As a successful example of an alien species, the ogre's ability to steer the wind is really strong.

Not to mention the spread of the Eastern Kingdom, only a small part of the ancient gar crossed the sea to Kalimdor, and now it has grown to the point where it can compete with the local powerful species for living space, and it is almost ashamed to die of the crayfish.

There weren't many ogres occupying the ruins, and the scouts had roughly counted sixteen, so the error wouldn't be too big.

But Filas, who has plenty of food, is a nourishing person, and the stupid big black rough days that are more than four meters tall are obviously quite moisturizing.

"It's hard to deal with, we don't have heavy weapons, are you sure you want to go head-on?"

Danderma asked after a while.

"It's okay, we have a psychological advantage. ”

Carlos said confidently.

Then, Carlos stood up open.

"You are already surrounded by me, laying down your arms and surrendering is the only way out!"

"You're serious!!"

Danderma was stunned by Carlos's manipulation.

Although I heard Carlos say that he had an adventure in the astral boundary, Danderma did not have an intuitive understanding of Carlos's current personal strength, and he didn't understand what kind of trouble he was going to make at all.

In Dandema's eyes, bows, arrows, spears and short-handled swords are not easy to deal with thick-skinned ogres, and it is better to prepare long-handled and heavy weapons to deal with them, and it is best to bring a blade throwing cart to be reliable.

So in Dandema's distrustful eyes, Carlos motioned for his men to form an encirclement formation and start closing the net.

"Aha, it's human, I haven't met it for a long time, it's delicious...... Uh, I seem to know, who's coming?"

An ogre looked at Carlos and felt déjà vu, frozen in place.

While the other ogres took up arms and prepared to "hunt".

Don't be damned for the food you bring to your door.

Carlos walked up to the ogre, easily caught a huge mallet made of a whole cypress, and snatched it with his backhand and slapped it in the ogre's face.

The huge body fell to the ground in a daze, and the three ogres, who were stimulated into a frenzy, tried to surround Carlos, but they were all knocked over by a punch, and the scene fell into a brief calm.

"It's the Monster King!"

The ogre, who had served in the Horde, finally remembered the past of the Hillbride Hills and let out a chicken-like cry, halving the ogre's morale.

The ogre, who wanted to escape, found that they were surrounded, and wanted to make a move, but they couldn't muster up the courage, and under the pressure of Carlos step by step, they put down their weapons and knelt on the ground to hold their heads, obediently forced.

"What do you want to do?"

Dandemar recovered from the shock and asked Carlos, who was directing the soldiers to tie up the captives.

"You remember the main purpose of my visit to Firas. ”

"Boundary gates?"

"Yes, if you don't catch some coolies, do you want my soldiers to open the way?"

After more than a decade of not seeing each other, Dandelmar felt she needed to reacquaint herself with Carlos.