Chapter 442 (1/2)

Anyang closed the optical stealth system and manipulated the armor to move in the air. At this point, he did not have the need to hide his body. The thruster was very bright, which led the silver body like a meteor to vanish in the night sky and disappear in the distant sky.

At this time, most of the arrangements should have ended, and now all we have to do is wait for the time to come when we harvest the first wave of fruits.

In a word, he has prepared everything for the orcs and human beings. As long as we fight this war, we will be able to wipe out Medivh and even Gul'dan, and clean up the future of human beings and orcs. Maybe they will still fight for survival and territory in the future, but they will not be controlled by the evil energy, will not fall victim to someone's ambition, and will not let the war to the point of killing each other.

Without Gul'dan's control, many Orc heroes can see the form clearly. What the orcs need is a living home, not Gul'dan's strong ambition.

From a personal point of view, Anyang has also arranged this perfect war. The frost wolf tribe has not been eliminated by Guldan, nor has the hero of Durotan been imprisoned. Guldan, who is the mastermind of the frost wolf tribe, is far from easy to defeat the human army. Under the war, the dark gate will be disturbed.

When Medivh's evil thoughts completely defeat his good thoughts, the guardian completely degenerates, and he will be tired of running for the dark door, then kadegar and Lothar will kill him.

Maybe And Anyang.

After that, the vast books of the whole karazan magic tower and the treasures collected by Medivh in his whole life will fall into a state of ownerless, and he will occupy this place before kenrito's group of wizards react.

This represents the life-long efforts of the guardian of the strongest of Azeroth's magic civilization. It will become a collection of Huaibei base, Shenzhou Empire and even the silver moon collar of parlance. At a certain time, it will be open to a certain part of the civilians, broaden his power and knowledge path, and make the civilization he masters richer, more diversified and have greater development Exhibition potential.

Anyang soon returned to the jurisdiction of Stormwind and landed in Irvine forest.

But what we have seen along the way is shocking enough. Villages in the forest are burning and howling, human civilization is destroyed, and solid military fortresses are collapsing, just like a scene of subjugation.

If the war continues like this, it will be a disaster.

Some feeling in my heart, Anyang dismounted his armor and walked forward on foot.

A town located on a transportation hub looms in the dark night. From a distance, you can feel its prosperity and bright lights. It is no less than the previous town.

Shanjin town.

Lion King Hotel.

Anyang, wearing a white robe and a hood, quietly walked in with his head down.

There are many people drinking in the hotel. There is also a resident singer who plays a guitar like instrument and sings beautiful music. Some travelers will listen quietly, some will clap hands with the festival, and some will talk in their own small voice. The atmosphere seems to be right.

Anyang ignored them, and went inside across the group.

Some waiters wanted to stop him, but they only heard a short and thick syllable. As soon as the calming skill came out, they could not help but silence, as if they had lost all consciousness for a short time.

When they came back, the mage had disappeared into the hall.

Yes, in their eyes, this is a mage.

Anyang opened the door quietly, and immediately there was a smell of wine on his face, which made him frown.

It's a very classical and ordinary room. It's full of medieval style. The wooden bench and table with deep color, as well as a large can of wine piled on the table top. The table top and the ground are also full of liquor.

Fortunately, there was no vomit.

Anyang silently did not speak, staring at the figure lying on the inside bar.

At this time, the commander was very decadent and limp. A crimson wine glass hung on his drooping hand. His eyes were not focused, as if he was staring at the ceiling.

Anyang approached and said, ”I'm sorry, Lothar.”

Lothar seemed to have recovered at this time, and seemed to have known his arrival for a long time. She didn't even move her body, but her eyes wandered around, and she raised her hand difficultly and swung it in the air.

”It's not your fault. You've tried your best.”

Anyang is silent: ”I could have saved him.”

”But there are more than 20 soldiers trapped there. Karen is just an ordinary Kingdom soldier. He is not your son. In your eyes, he should be the same as other soldiers. Why abandon other soldiers to save him I should thank you for saving my life. ”

Anyang will be silent, some dignified eyebrows.