No one knew why Sargeras was defeated, but Kil 'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Defier, who stayed behind in the Twisting Void, had a clue. When the Burning Legion invaded the Azeroth Continent for the second time, they learned from Sargeras' failure and prepared for a long time, accumulating magic power for nearly 10,000 years.
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In a corner of the recruitment office, there were a few men who looked neither fish nor fish. Their strong bodies and solid arms were displayed in front of them, reflecting their extraordinary strength.
"Is it them?" Carl turned around and asked,"
"Yes, Your Highness. Don't look at them just because they're dressed in strange shapes.”The adjutant said,
"Is that so? Then I'll have to properly experience it!”After Carl finished speaking, he gestured for the men opposite him to come up together.
The men understood that His Highness Karl was testing their martial arts skills, so they did not hold back. They punched and kicked, and used magic to assist…
"How is it, Your Highness Karl?"
"Not bad!"
Carl replied with his hand on his chin. He had already compared the few combat experts in the military camp with them in his mind.
"Who will win? " They're all the same. It's troublesome…" Karl rubbed his aching temples and pushed open the door of the recruitment office.
At eight o'clock, at the soldier recruitment office, when the second hit twelve, the quiet crowd surged like a tide, and the enthusiastic crowd rushed in in an instant.
In the team, people squeezed and bumped into each other. The degree of terror had already surpassed the supermen and superwomen of a certain country in the future. In just one morning, the entrance of the recruitment office was already on the verge of collapse due to the crowd.
Carl sat in the recruitment office and said unhappily,"
"This group of scumbags, do they have any sense of morality? You have to know that my monthly salary is not even enough to buy a security door!”Carl complained, and the adjutant beside him was even more miserable. Three of the quill pens used for registration were broken.
In the afternoon, it was still as hot as the morning. It was like buying a train ticket during the Spring Festival. They waited in the queue for a few hours...
The high tide lasted for six days, and the recruitment office began to cool down. Carl was also listening to the MUSIC on the tape recorder with a rare ease, chatting with the officers.
Joining the army became the hottest topic at the moment.
"Did you join the army?" or
"Is there anyone in your family who joined the army?
There were strong warriors, highly skilled rangers, knowledgeable and talented scholars, skilled carpenters, and all sorts of people who had signed up to join the army. Even the blind old man in the backyard was trembling as he grabbed Xiao Sun, who was still running his nose. He did not cry as he walked.
"Baby! If you don't kill a single Burning Legion soldier, don't come back to see this old man!”
"Grandpa, what do the Burning Legion soldiers look like?”
"Three noses, four mouths, ten arms, and eight legs!”
The grandson remembered his grandfather's words and walked into the recruitment office.
Three days passed steadily. On the last day, there was another craze for registration. Carl was busy from eight in the morning to twelve in the evening. Only then did he walk out of the OFFICE with a sore back and take off the recruitment card. The crowd who was still queuing suddenly became noisy.
" Your Highness Karl, please recruit me…"
"I'm very strong…"
The pleas of the people put Carl in a dilemma. Faced with pairs of tearful eyes, Carl could only walk into the OFFICE and continue working overtime...
"I'm finally done!" By the time Carl finished registering the last candidate's information, the sky had already revealed the white belly of the fish. It was almost dawn. Unknowingly, Carl had worked at the OFFICE for another six hours.
"Dammit!" Carl rubbed his hazy eyes and locked the door of the OFFICE.
The recruitment cards had been removed, but the craze to join the army had not subsided. Those who did not have time to sign up, or those who were physically weak, used their actions to prove their anger towards the Burning Legion.
According to incomplete statistics, in April 239, 80% of the babies born in Udian territory were named Jianguo.
On April 13th, the recruitment of new recruits was completed. Karl took the information to sign up for the army and walked into the temple's meeting hall. As he was about to push the door open, he heard Udian's concerned voice:
"Carl, are you alright these few days? Why are your eyes as dark as a panda's?”
"It's all because of Vashj…" Karl replied with a bitter smile.
" Master, this is the latest statistics…"
"5,400 people?" Udian frowned:
"My prince, I don't have that much food to feed them!”
"Don't worry!" Carl made an 'OK' gesture and said,"
"These people are all working in the army for free!”
"Really? You really have a way!"
"No, it's all because of Vasky!”Carl said humbly,"
"Master, I'm here this time because of some bad habits in the army!”
"Do you have any good suggestions?"
"Master, I think setting up a competition system is a good suggestion!”
"Tell me…"
"Every day, there will be various combat competitions. The winners will have the right to increase their food, pay, and promotion priority. As for the losers, they will have to deduct a portion of their pay and food…What do you think, Your Highness?”
"Very good…I'll leave this matter to you!”
Carl turned around respectfully. When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something.
"Master, what should we name it?”
Yudian took out the anime of the bird singing in the mountain from the drawer:
"The world's number one martial arts conference!"
On May 1st, the world's number one martial arts conference was officially held in the temple's arena. The temple's military leader, Carl, gave a speech, and then the wonderful martial arts competition was about to begin.
Due to the work of the publicity department under Mai Wei, the number one martial arts competition in the world attracted a lot of spectators. The huge drill ground was filled to the brim, and some even sat on the ground.
In the stands, Yudian whispered to Vaschi:
"How much did the tickets cost this time…"
Faschi laughed and said,
"Thanks to Master's wonderful plan, it is enough to pay the army for half a month!”
Udian nodded. He was about to ask more questions when Mai pulled him:
"Darling, it's starting. Be serious…"
As the band's music ended, a deafening sound of gongs and drums came from the drill ground. Then, Carl announced the first " World's First Martial Arts Conference " of the Dark Temple.
As soon as Carl finished speaking, two square formations, one red and one black, appeared on the drill ground. The red one represented the fresh blood, which was Carl's newly recruited elite soldiers, while the black one was naturally the proud and arrogant veterans.
Each square formation had 100 soldiers. This was the result of Karl's random selection. This would achieve the goal of training all the soldiers. The members of both sides were furious as soon as they came up and got into a duel stance. It seemed that under Carl's indulgence, these guys had fought a lot in private.
" Who do you think will win, Darling…" Maeve asked softly from the stands,"
"Who knows?" Udian obviously didn't care about the ending. What level had Carl trained the army to in the past half a month?
“THREE，TWO，ONE!”The sound of magic exploded on the Drill Ground, and the members of both sides began a chaotic battle.
The red and black sides were intertwined and beating each other up. Their fists were as big as sand bowls, and they were fierce and powerful. A few of them cooperated well and were actually able to assemble a battle formation to divide and surround the other party.
Udian nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Karl's training was quite effective. The soldiers were very strong. After thirty minutes, eighteen of the Red team's members could stand while seventeen of the Black team's members could. The Red team had won.
The audience immediately gave the soldiers a warm applause. All the participating members of the Red Team also received the material rewards given to them by Carl. When the hundred soldiers went up to the stage one by one to receive the honor, the eyes of the members of the Black Team spewed out flames.
'Damn it, I must win it back next time…'
As soon as Carl gave out the award, Faschi came up and said,"
"Your Highness Karl, to be honest, how many of those eighteen people are your trusted aides?”
"You can tell?" Carl asked in surprise,"
" Of course, those eighteen people are obviously much stronger than the others…"
Carl smiled and explained,"
"If they don't do this, they won't be a match for the veterans in the group competition at all. This will lose the meaning and suspense of the competition!”After Carl finished speaking, he pointed at the crazy crowd on the stage and the hateful veterans below and said,"
"Didn't you see their fanatical expressions and their determination to take revenge? That is what the army needs the most!"
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