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WoWeces: Gallium

My knees feel weak and fall to his knees. I am unable to believe what I just witnessed, we have all witnessed. A large pool of blood begins to expand in the Runes stylized woven carpet and leather centaur. Everywhere hahas broken and jagged swords. Many of the present cry to the broken body, so disfigured that only tatters of his tabard identify him as the Warchief, Thrall.

It was just a couple of hours, Thrall was still alive. It was just a couple of hours, the city of Orgrimmar bustled with life and joy over the recent victory against the Alliance. In a couple of weeks, we had not heard anything about our enemies, and Orgrimmar had returned to normal. Nobody talked about the war in the streets and the main street was packed with people buying goods for the Winter Solstice Festival that was at hand. I was in the plaza, dodging and weaving fine cloths of magic that a traveler had brought Tanaris goblin in the south. The goblins are

care about scammers: they are very skillful dribbling, and even more business by inflating prices. Reluctantly Le Page last figure that I asked, though, as was neglected, stole her purse. He deserved it, no one tries to con a rogue.

Suddenly he heard a commotion at the main entrance of the city. A guard came running full speed with his face twisted in terror. Nobody managed to make him say what he fled because he was in shock. Would soon know.

A roar, as if something heavy hitting the ground. Another roar. Another, closer. All these look to the door of the city, suddenly burst, sending huge chunks of stone in all directions.

Orgrimmar threshold had just gone through the most powerful she had ever seen. There are many legends that speak of their own, who are called "Masters." It is said that occasionally lend their unlimited power to one of the death camps in the war. Gallium was

his name. It was about 20 cubits high, and his arms and legs were thick as columns. She wore an elaborate leather armor motif of skulls, bones of shoulder pads and a dragon under the hood poking a gleaming yellow eyes, but he was unarmed, did not need. His power was in his mind. And this time, the Master was favoring the Alliance.



Gallium walked slowly through the main square, making the floor rumble at every step, without paying attention to the soldiers and guards who were beginning to group around him, ready to launch the attack. Gallium stopped at the bank, at which time the attack began.



arrows bounced off her skin, the swords are nicked to contact the teacher. Although all attacked from different angles, no one could hurt him. I tried to throw over his head thrown from a nearby building and drive my dagger into his neck. Daggers fell apart like sand by rubbing the skin of his neck and an invisible force pushed me back, returning to the roof of the building painfully from which he jumped.

Then, Gallium raised a hand and in doing so, all who were in the immediate radius of action of the Master fell instantly swoon. The survivors laid down their weapons, while Gallium outlined an evil smile.



then resumed its slow and inexorable walk, this time towards the throne room of Thrall. The giant walked slowly, but his strides were so wide that it took to reach its goal. Carefully descended the building where I was, I called a saddle and rode behind him.



I could get there in time to see how to burst into the throne room, pushing the guards kicked and facing Thrall. He grabbed his ax and slammed against the shins of the Master, but Gallium raise their hands again and the powerful War Chief was killed before he could hit his target.



Not content with this, Gallium raised a giant foot and landed on Thrall's body, crushing his bones and organs, who crushed an insect.



And without a word, Gallium vanished, leaving behind only a grave silence. Soon the soldiers began to approach the body of Thrall, quietly and with helmets in hand, until someone yelled, "Nooooo!" and began to mourn. Nobody could believe it. Having cheated death so many times, Thrall had fallen to the most powerful enemy, and had not even been able to make a scratch.

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For gamers: The other pictures of that adventure can be viewed at the following link: http://s354.photobucket.com/albums/r436/F_Tido/WoW/Especial



Today in The Finger in the Dagger , we present a mysterious elf who can speak German!

He was in the city of Shattrath in Patch 3.2.2a. translation of what he says: "A magician ... So you want to learn to use magic web, right?". As Funny thing is that my character is not a magician, so I could not learn to use the magic if I tried.

Pasolejano Mi'irku is called, but I prefer to call " Eleven." Rimshot .