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Garrod's sudden ascension to the throne surprised the elven soldiers. www.biquge.info But even the elven commanders who represented the Star-Eye family didn't say much, as if they accepted this fact.

Of course, this is mainly due to the 'dictatorship' of the Star Messenger, and the elves who can be commanders, whether they are born commoners or nobles, are not stupid. The entire race faces the greatest threat ever, and the ferocity of the Burning Legion has taught these elves that unless they are willing to become twisted and loyal lackeys like Harvis, there is only one doom for them......

Karl's appearance undoubtedly gave the elves a shot in the arm, as the moon goddess Elune, who has been passed down in the world since time immemorial and is revered by all living beings in Azeroth. Although the powerful and mysterious goddess did not express her desire to strike, she sent her messenger, a messenger of the stars who could stand up to the powerful leader of the Burning Legion.

The elven commanders knew very well what kind of enemy they were facing, and the only one who could give them hope of victory was Karl, Elune's messenger. Between life and power, these nobles, who had become accustomed to a comfortable life, made a choice with little hesitation, not to mention that Karl did not deprive them of the right to command.

Disdale Stareye became the biggest victim of Carl's 'arbitrary' order, but even if he was unwilling, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach without the support of the forces behind him.

And Garrod, although somewhat reluctant to become the marshal of the army 'under one man and above ten thousand', can only bite the bullet with Karl's encouragement (flickering). It turns out that the civilian-born captain of the guard is born to be a commander, and the army, which was originally a mess by Stareye, was quickly restored to order under Garrod's adjustment and combing, and several encounters with the scout team of the Burning Legion also did not give in, which was like a cloud of mud from the troops under the command of Stareye.

With an excellent record, those commanders who privately disobeyed Garrod also took their minds back into their stomachs, and did not dare to disobey the yin and yang again.

Two months later, Ronin returned.

He was joined by countless strange and strong creatures.

The red-haired Luo Ning looked a little tired, but the light in his eyes was a little excited.

"Well done! Old man. ”

After punching each other with Ronin, Carl couldn't help but praise Ronin. This guy is worthy of being a natural diplomat, and it is no wonder that in the original history, he was able to become the emissary of the alliance with Winlessa, and then became the leader of Dalaran, and married Winlessa, a high elf, and completed the achievement of a big winner in life.

"Haha, it's thanks to you." Luo Ning laughed heartily, "I didn't expect that the name of the Star Messenger would be so good." ”

Carl nodded, with no smug look on his face. Both he and Ronin knew that the reason why these races could easily be persuaded by Ronin to leave their homeland and join the ranks of the Burning Legion was simply because of the mysterious and benevolent Elune, like the bright moon in the sky.

A smell of mirage wafted through Carl's nose, and Carl, who was a little unaccustomed, almost couldn't hold back his sneeze. Much like in the game, the creature in front of him wears leather armor made of animal skins, and its exposed skin is covered with thick hair, but you can still see the bulging muscles under the fur.

He had a large spear in his hand and stared at Karl as he walked by.

The big creature let out a heavy snort, the air coming out of his nose made the nasal ring make a slight clanging sound, his muzzle was more than a foot long, and his head was embedded with two deep-set eyes, black eyes that glittered with a determined gaze. His rough forehead was wrinkled, and on the top of his head stood a pair of terrible sharp horns, with protrusions above the mouth and nose.

A Minotaur ......

"This is—" Ronin began.

"Horn Alpine." The disheveled Minotaur introduced himself, his voice like a low, rumbling drum, "The mountain Minotaur chieftain, Horn with an eagle spear is also." ”

He raised his spear aloft, its sharp, curved head like an eagle's call. Where the metal spearhead meets the hilt, a piece of skin is tightly tied, on which is the text of the Minotaur marked. The history of this weapon ranges from the beginning of its creation to the heroic feats of its owner.

"Horn, he represents all the tribes gathered here." Ronin said.

"Welcome, mighty Minotaur chief!" Karl nodded, and held out his hand to Horn the Minotaur.

The seemingly innocent-looking Minotaur grinned at Karl with a big mouth, selflessly changed the spear in his right hand to his left hand, and then covered Karl's palm with his shrugged right hand, and his five thick fingers suddenly exerted force, staring at Karl with his eyes as if nothing had happened.

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Emissary of the Stars!"

"You're welcome, I'm glad that the mighty Minotaurs have joined the ranks of the Burning Legion. With you on board, our chances of winning are even better. ”

The faint smile on Karl's face surprised Horn a little, and the Minotaur Chief was fierce, using all his strength to squeeze the palm in his hand.

"Click!"

The sound of bones misaligned is unusually crisp.

Ronin and Garrod behind Carl almost burst out laughing. This old cow really doesn't know whether to live or die, and compared to Carl, an abnormal human, isn't it an egg hitting a stone.

The smile on Horn's face was still there, but it was twisted like a dead father.

Carl smiled softly, his palm straining slightly.

"Click!"

There was another crunch, and the misplaced bones of the Minotaur chief were restored to their original places.

"You're a mighty warrior, Horn." Karl nodded earnestly to the Minotaur chieftain, and on his chin, more than twenty braids hung down on his chest, densely clasped on the clothes on his chest. Karl knew that in the Minotaur tradition, each braid represented a formidable opponent he had killed in battle.

"My spear is always looking forward to drinking the blood of demons!"

Horn swung his spear and roared.

On the side of the Minotaur chieftain stood a muscular dwarf with a stocky build. His skin was unusually rough, like gray marble, and some of his slanted eyes were bright and sparkling with diamonds. His bushy beard under his jaw is actually made up of complex mineral segments that give him a sense of old age.

This natural appearance made Carl feel new, this is not a dwarf who has been completely fleshed and blood after 10,000 years, and the body of this guy in front of him is still stone. He wore a miner-like shirt and trousers, and carried an axe about the size of him on his back.

"Dhorngard Cleaver, representing the Dwarves." Luo Ning introduced.

"Welcome, loyal followers of the Titans!"

Karl held out his hand in two ways, and a hint of surprise flashed across Dungard's face. Perhaps out of Carl's respect for the Titan, the dwarf stretched out his stone palm in Ronin's surprised gaze and shook Karl gently, but did not speak.

These guys are serious enough!

Carl complained that the bold and hearty with the Copperbeard brothers are two extremes at all. Compared with the rough man in front of him, Carl prefers a neat, bold and generous flesh dwarf.

The bear-like monster behind Doungard suddenly roared loudly. Carl and Ronin didn't react to the terrifying howl, and Garrod involuntarily took a step back.

The monster strode forward on its thick legs. It resembles a giant bear, but walks more like a human. It wears a hazel fig leaf around its waist and a necklace strung with sharp claws on its chest. The monster had three toes, one hand holding up a large stick, and the other, with four fingers, clenched into a fist.

The monster roared again, a slightly different voice than the first time.

"Yog Ark, it says it represents the Bear Clan." Luo Ning translated in time. (To be continued.) )