"It's amazing! That's a great idea! ”

Seeing Karl almost jumping up in excitement, Naozu struggled to suppress the excitement that gushed into his throat and kept his previous voice: "The Burning Legion is the real culprit in the destruction of the world, and destroying them is the ultimate solution to the chaos. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info and—"

"And what—?"

Carl asked anxiously with an impatient expression.

Carl's 'cooperation' made Naozu feel extremely proud: ignorant humans! No matter how powerful it is, what's the use, it's always because of mundane things that the heart of the strong is blinded. Haha--but that's fine, such a person can be used by a wise man like me, hahaha......

"And......" Nao Zu wanted to continue selling Guanzi, but seeing that Karl's face instantly turned cold, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly explained: "Although the demonic spell is somewhat evil, it is undeniable that it has its unique advantages in some aspects. ”

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

Karl yelled impatiently.

You wait for me! Damn humans!

The fire of anger in Nao Zu's heart burned again, but he had to endure it:

"Resurrection! The most powerful spell of the Burning Legion, even a strong man like Akmund, can still be resurrected after being completely wiped out by you, just a black dragon, what is so difficult for such a powerful spell. ”

Karl was in a flurry -- this time it was a real one. Over the years, although he had always thought that he was not using the real Holy Light, he had always believed that the Holy Light was an irreplaceable mysterious energy in the World of Warcraft. This power can be large or small, and the power is also extremely magical, and many incredible things often happen under the Light.

Ever since the Black Dragon MM accident, he had been thinking about using the Holy Light Spell to resurrect her. It's a pity that I don't have a clue.,After all, the resurrection techniques of many professions in the game only exist in the game.,Which ones in the real world will have these bug-like magic spells.。

Neozu is right, when it comes to playing resurrection, neither the magic of the High Elves, nor the druid nature spells of the Night Elves, nor the spells of the Moon God are comparable to demons and undead.

"Demons are resurrected because they place their souls in the Twisted Void, and as long as their souls are not destroyed, they are able to rise from the Twisted Void. Naozu, playing these verbal tricks will only show your weakness and despicability! ”

Karl said with a sneer on his face, and without waiting for Naozu's answer, continued:

"But for the sake of your suggestion, which is still somewhat useful, I won't bother with you for the time being! Since you want to cooperate, then show your sincerity, I have already helped you clean up a few minions sent by Kilgardan, and I don't think I need to teach you how to do the rest. ”

The Scourge Soldier's body suddenly lit up, and it was only for a moment. Nao Zu quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and it took a full two minutes for him to calm his spirit again. Even so, there was still a slight tremor in the words that spoke:

"I've already dealt with them! As for my sincerity - you will see, Sunset. ”

As soon as Nao Zu's words fell, the Scourge soldiers who were in the midst of a fierce battle suddenly stopped, as if they had been caught in a confinement spell. The Coalition soldiers were also taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but quickly reacted and unceremoniously cut the enemy to the ground.

"What's going on!"

The scourge giant in front of Mograine was split in half by the Ember Bringer, and the power of the Light burned the breach to charcoal.

There was no horn in the battle of the Scourge soldiers, but the Scourge Legion retreating like a tide was in front of them.

"Chasing?"

Varian shook Sinloth, and the unknown red and black slime on the greatsword slipped off the sword, and the greatsword immediately regained its bright and domineering appearance. Reaching out and caressing the delicate sword ball, Varian grew fond of the weapon.

"Organize a defensive formation!"

Mograini looked into the distance, but all he could see was a dark 'tide'.

"We need to figure out what's going on first!"

Glancing at Varian, he seemed to be explaining to him. Mograini then turned to the herald beside him and instructed:

"Contact the Skyfire and let them report their situation immediately, I want to know as soon as possible why the enemy suddenly retreated!"

At this time, the horses' hooves were bursting. A squad of knights arrived.

It was Drake - the commander of the Combined Fleet. His Royal Highness Prince Drake Prodmoor, heir to the Kingdom of Cura Tiras.

"The Scourge has retreated?!!!"

"What are you doing here? Didn't you want to hold the port? ”

Mograini rebuked angrily.

Drake's military talent was outstanding, and he was no weaker than his father in naval battles. It's a pity that in the eyes of a battle-hardened veteran like Mograini, he can never become a real battlefield commander without really experiencing the war and going into battle himself.

He didn't like to be a nanny, a Varian had already upset him, and another prince who was worse than Varian in land battles...... Mograini almost couldn't hold back the Ash Bringer to slash at someone.

"Don't be angry! Uncle Alex......"

"Call me Commander!"

"Yes, Commander!" Knowing his mistake and correcting it, Drake reacted quickly and immediately changed his words, "I'm almost moldy on the ship, it's calm there, and there are not even spies from the Lich King." Why don't you let me go to the shore to breathe?--Ah, look at me, how did the Scourge retreat after a short time of fighting, and I stole my horse and rushed over? ”

"What did you say?!" Mograine's eyes widened and he glared at Drake.

"Huh? …… Pander to! Nothing, nothing! Drake waved his hand repeatedly, and Mograini's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Stolen war horses!!

I have never seen horses on a naval warship, so how did they come on horseback? Grab it!

On closer inspection, these horses are very familiar. Except that there is no armor, isn't that ......

Mograini suddenly realized, and immediately felt blood rushing to his brain—these horses, these horses...... Besides robbing the horses of the knights of the Silver Hand Knights who were left behind to garrison the camp, who else could it be!!

I'll clean you up when I get back!

Mograine glared at Drake fiercely, none of these guys were worry-free.

As a king, Varian insisted on going to the battlefield himself, despite the dissuasion of his old courtiers, and swore that he would follow the example of the god of war - something special! You say that you go to the battlefield in person, but what do you mean when you are always charging alone into the pile of enemies...... You're Carl's pervert!!

There was also a Drake, who somewhere heard that Karl was going on an expedition to Northrend, and took out most of the fleet of Kurtilas without telling his father, although there must have been a deliberate laissez-faire intention of the old fox of Daelin, ready to train his heir. But you, a naval commander, have to go to land to fight the enemy hand-to-hand, do you have a water in your head!!

Not to mention Mograini's heartfelt complaints about his unconscious nephews, Drake was frightened by Mograini's 'fierce' eyes. It is not that he is afraid that Mograini will really punish himself, but that he is afraid of his 'personal vendetta' and take the opportunity to take revenge on himself for going around publicizing his 'glorious deeds'.

Looking up at the Skyfire faintly visible in the distant sky, Mograini's face was full of 'loss':

"I thought I could have a good time this time, but I didn't expect it to be realized in the end. Hey—"

Varian and Drake rolled their eyes in unison. When I met each other's eyes by chance, I suddenly had a feeling of sympathy for each other and hatred of seeing each other!

"Carl, bastard, every time! Can't you just let me have a good fight? I'm not done with you. ”

We don't speak, we just watch you pretend to be forced quietly!

A king, a prince, communicating with each other in their eyes, quietly watching the one-man show with the words they learned from Karl.

Performer: Alessandros Mograini. (To be continued.) )