"Your Majesty, the orc catapults have been completely destroyed."

The chief guard got down on one knee and reported to Carlos, who focused on the blade of the bloody axe.

Even with the Aujin product, the blade of the axe still has a curly edge.

Taking a step back with his right foot, crouched down, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and sprinkled it on the half-congealed blood of the Aujin axe, and scraped the filth off the outside of the iron glove, Carlos stood up.

"Wrap up."

Using a knight with three offenses and three defenses to play a big G with zero offense and zero defense, there is no sense of accomplishment at all.

This group of orcs are all guys who have never been to Hillbride, and no one has even heard of Carlos's name, which makes Carlos's desire to pretend to be completely unsatisfied.

Seven people were killed, fourteen were seriously wounded, and the men brought by Carlos fought to the orcs and two hundred-man team with less than 20% casualties, which deeply shocked the guys of the Morgan militia group.

Yes, although Julius followed with men and charged, the militiamen found themselves simply unable to keep up with Carlos.

According to the summarized experience, when the Morgan militia group fought against the orcs, it adopted the process of two people in front, one person in the back, and shooting with bows and arrows, which was basically in line with the situation of the alliance against the orcs in Hilbride at the beginning of the war.

But Carlos and his soldiers completely subverted the senses of these militias of the Morgan militia.

When did the orcs become so weak?

There are no detours, no tactics, and the orcs are completely crushed in terms of single combat power.

In particular, the king of Alterac had a furious posture that not only frightened his enemies, but also his own people.

"Your Majesty, what to do with these orc corpses?"

On the battlefield, the battle record and combat achievements are the most telling. When Carlos proved himself by force. Julius, who had been respectful to the crown, was truly convinced.

"You can do whatever you want."

With the axe on his shoulder, Carlos turned and waved his hand, and all the Guards left the battlefield with each other in their hands.

Along the way, all the good news was obtained, but after this battle, Carlos speculated more than one bad news.

First of all. Reed. The Black Hand was intimidated, and Orgrim was back in power, as these orcs, who were clearly not Lordaeron's return, chanted the name of the Hammer of Doom in their warcry.

Secondly, Nefarian, the black dragon prince, intervened in the orc civil strife, because the noose used by the orc catapult was actually a dragon tendon.

Although in the novel, it was after the Battle of Glory in the Burning Plains, the orcs were defeated, and Nefarian sheltered the defeated Blackstone orcs into the Blackstone Tower. But wake up, real life. Where does the warmth and calmness come from, Nefarian starts from the position that is most beneficial to himself, and controlling the tribe behind his back is the most perfect option.

Therefore, it is likely that the alliance will face not only the orcs, but also the Black Dragon Legion.

To be honest, Carlos was really curious about the Battle of the Burning Plains in another timeline, where the Black Dragon Legion and the Black Iron Dwarves watched the Alliance and the Horde fight to the death?

Thinking about this, Carlos waited for Steve. Watson returns to Morgan Sentry.

"Your Majesty. Allow me to introduce you, this is Master Wigmar. He will lead His Majesty and your bodyguards to Madame's quarters. ”

A taciturn mage nodded at Carlos, saluting.

Carlos's guards couldn't help but glare angrily, what a rude guy.

But Carlos nodded calmly and said a word of begins.

Wigma didn't talk nonsense, and with a stomp of his feet, his aura came out of the mage's robe. Blow up the grit dust. By the time the dust had fallen, the sharp-eyed people had already noticed that the ground was actually smooth and washable.

Wigma took out a water bladder engraved with magic runes, poured the water into the palm of her hand, and then dripped to the ground like a silver thread. Then the magic happened, the water seemed to be alive, and it didn't seep into the sand at all. Instead, it defies gravity and flows on its own, outlining a mysterious trajectory.

Carlos sniffled and asked with a slight puzzle, "Pure water?" I also smelled evening primrose and dream leaf grass. ”

Wigma's brows jumped, and he was a little surprised that the giant man in front of him who was full of fireworks still knew magic knowledge and pharmacy, but he still didn't speak.

It seemed that a water bladder of up to one and a half liters of capacity was flowing out of magical water, and a complex magic circle with a diameter of more than five meters gradually took shape.

"It's a very delicate structure, to be honest, I understand a third of it at most, and with this magic array alone, your title of master is well deserved."

Carlos complimented heartily.

Paladins are not just reckless men who only know how to slash people, Carlos has a good knowledge of magic from his mother's careful training since he was a child, and with the growth of his status, many of the mystical books that are important to civilian mages can also be read at will, and Carlos has actually entered the sacred spell side.

But now if you want to improve your paladin perception, you need two million experience points, Carlos's daily life is only a thousand points, and it is getting more and more difficult, and if you want to rely on system upgrades, you can only grind time. So Carlos is doing both of them, and he is also conducting related research.

The basic principle of the circle is probably to communicate the flow of water, and use the stars and another incomprehensible force coordinate to locate it, simply put, it is a teleportation circle.

Although being able to teleport without relying on mage towers and space nodes is a great thing in itself, Carlos clearly feels that this magic circle is not so simple.

"Alright, Your Majesty Carlos, let's go, how many guards do you need to bring with you?"

When Wigma stopped, the pale blue fluorescent water vapor filled the space, and the atmosphere was calm and peaceful, Steve. Watson asked with a smile.

Don't pretend to be forced when you shouldn't be, Carlos didn't think about going alone at all, turned his head to look, Carlos let his chief guard stay behind to command the others, and named the names of a few thoughtful guards, enough twelve people, and then came to talk to Steve. Watson nodded in acknowledgement.

Carlos, Twelve Guards, Steve. Watson, plus Wigmar, who was standing in the center of the magic circle, and the fifteen people standing in the five-meter magic array did not seem too crowded.

In the field of vision of the chief of the guard, a mist lingered, and the fifteen people disappeared at once.

And from Carlos's point of view, after the space outside the magic array was distorted like a stream of water, it was calm again, and it was already a turning star.

Facing a huge lake, there are mountains or an open space in the distance, and the slightly biting majestic wind blows the water vapor pavement, which is very uncomfortable.

"Inheritor of the blood of the ancestors, you are finally here, praise Elune."

A voice so gentle and intoxicating came from behind him, and Carlos turned his head sharply, and with a single glance, he identified the woman who was speaking.

Sylvie. Morgan. (To be continued.) )