Of course, several shadow hunters suddenly appeared and threw a bunch of spears at them.
If nothing unexpected happened, after one and three-quarters of a second, the arm would look like a skewered chicken wing. The picture was so brutal that the Baroness was so frightened that she threw away the monocular with an "ah" sound.
Only Mai was extremely calm.
Of course, a mere Thorium armor cannot withstand a full blow from an elite shadow hunter, unless the armor is as thick as the armor underneath.
The point is, the owner of that arm is named Uther!
It wasn't that Uther became a hunk because he became a Paladin, but that he was a hunk himself, but after changing his profession, he became... a peerless hunk.
I saw that the arm did not retract, as soon as the golden light appeared, I made a few "snap bang" backhand, and unexpectedly hit the blunt edge of the spear head with the armor plate on the back of my hand at the perfect 90-degree angle of incidence, as if rushing.
He swatted away several spears like flies, and finally slowly retracted his hand.
Seeing this scene, Mograine was dumbfounded: "Your Excellency Stratholme, where did you find...the priest!?"
Someone smiled brightly: "This has nothing to do with me. He is a disciple of Archbishop Fao. According to his idea, in response to the lack of attack power of priests and the needs of the new generation of war in the Kingdom of Stormwind, he also wanted to create a warrior that combines
The strength of the priest and the healing ability of the priest——a new profession called [Paladin]."
"Ah! This is the power of holy light..."
Mograine's idea was very strange. What other nobles said was that he gritted his teeth on the spot, squeezed out a fiefdom, and poached Uther back as his vassal. What he saw was the Holy Light's.
strength.
Perhaps, this is why he became the master of the [Ashbringer] that can turn the undead into ashes!
On the opposite side, there was no way to penetrate the turtle shell of the human race. Finally, some trolls couldn't help themselves and took the initiative to seek close combat.
A dozen trolls, like goats, jumped from the cliff that humans recognize as a "cliff". With only a few footholds with only one foot at most, they jumped down a thirty-meter-high cliff with a few horizontal jumps.
The mountain wall, scraping and screaming, rushed towards the car.
The Centipede car didn't even stop, it was still moving forward creakingly. It only opened two small windows near the 'eaves' of the car.
"Boohoo!"
The troll rushed within thirty meters, and the marksman holding a powerful crossbow fired.
The unimaginable crossbow arrow easily penetrated the troll's cheek. The scene was so cruel that it looked like bursting a watermelon.
More than a dozen vehicles fired at the same time, but in the end, only two trolls had sharp arrows stuck in their bodies and rushed to the side of the vehicle like crazy.
What was waiting for him were several spears spitting out messages like poisonous snakes.
The next scene was quite brutal. The troll was pierced through the chest by five or six guns, like a roasted suckling pig. It was danced into the air, and then another spear came out, and a shot was shot from the troll's two slender penises.
The fangs passed through and exploded the green head.
The centipede convoy began to move again, not in a hurry, but it made the trolls' mentality explode.
All the methods known to the trolls were used, but there was nothing they could do against this group of weird humans. It was like a great migration of the hedgehog family.
I don't know which troll leader roared, but after all, there was no obstruction in the following time, and the Centipede convoy slowly reached the first mountainside platform.
The centipede began to separate and turned into small ants. The rams that had not been attacked too much were moved to the front line and formed a circle to protect the first few rams that had just been filled with throwing spears.
"Not bad! What a genius idea!" Mograine was very satisfied as he watched his team rushing towards the convoy to occupy the mountainside more than 200 meters above the ground.
That position overlooks the tops of all the mountain walls on both sides of the mountain road below. If a troll dares to come, humans will occupy the high ground and take advantage of the high ground. Even if a troll succeeds in a sneak attack, he will have to return to Zumashal.
, you must first ask about the human blockade on the mountainside.
Zumashal is not too high, it is about 600 meters above sea level, and there is a similar turning point later. According to the progress, Zumashal can be reached in two days.
I originally thought it would be good to consolidate the results achieved today. I didn't expect that McDonald's had a back-up plan.
When he raised his hand, a trumpeter naturally blew the trumpet.
One hundred swordsmen held thick wooden tower shields as high as one person, covering twenty crossbowmen and a large number of civilians.
Each group of three civilians carried a rectangular wooden board of 4 meters by 1.5 meters diagonally. The large board made of N wooden boards was also covered with two thick layers of animal skins.
The civilians did nothing, rushed to the edge of the cliff and put it on the spot. The giant wooden wall and the cliff immediately formed a triangle, which was a good defense against attacks from the outside.
That's not all. After stacking a wooden wall to form a passage like a cave but full of gaps, a group of carpenters stooped in, picked up hammers and began to reinforce, using buckles and other things prepared in advance to put a piece of wood into place.
A wooden wall joined together.
This is all the way to the mountainside, ensuring logistics.
Mograine and Abbendis stared at the pocket.
Is this a defense line built all the way to the troll’s doorstep?
How much does it cost for so many animal skins?
McDonald waved his hand calmly: "I think the lives of Lordaeron soldiers are more precious than this little money!"
Unconsciously, the eyes of the soldiers around me became a little wet.
These days, which nobleman doesn't use soldiers as cannon fodder in wars?
Although my own Duke looks a bit unbeatable, I don’t know why, but I feel that this moment of McDonald’s is great!
Some soldiers secretly spread McDonald's words...
Not long after, the passage was opened, and the soldiers in the cars rushing up the mountain were replaced.
Many people are exhausted.
They are not ordinary soldiers. The first batch to go up are all professionals who have successfully changed their profession to [Warriors]. However, according to the game, when players are generally level 60, their upper limit is level 10 and level 20.
He has physical strength and endurance beyond ordinary people, but he is always far away from the true elite.
This is also amazing.
"Warriors, thank you for your efforts! You have worked hard today. Please enjoy tonight's feast. You don't have to be on duty tomorrow. Don't worry about giving your lives to Pao Ze." Following McDonald's greeting, they appeared in front of them.
In front of him was a rare sight, large barrels of wine, as well as delicious roasted meat that was browned and covered with spices.
"Long live Lord Stratholme!"
Wearing a full suit of armor and pushing a car up a steep slope is definitely an unimaginably strenuous task even for a professional.
At this moment, they felt it was worth it!
McDonald turned around and looked at the other soldiers who had gathered not far away, making gurgling sounds from their throats. At this moment, he looked like the Dragon King with a crooked mouth: "Do you want it?"
"I want to——" Thousands of people said in unison.
"Then go and perform meritorious service tomorrow!" McDonald grabbed a large handful of shining Arathor silver coins from the money box next to him. The coins jingled and fell, making a pleasant impact sound: "Kill those trolls! You guys
He is the hero of Lordaeron. Heroes deserve to be treated like heroes!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Everybody was shaking their fists and shouting excitedly, as if they were on fire.
Abbendis looked at someone with an evil smile and secretly said to Mograine: "I don't know why, but I just feel that McDonald's is very unlucky!"
Mograine wanted to show off the reserve and grace of a noble, but after half a second of deep thought and familiarity, thinking that he was so familiar with Abedis anyway, he secretly covered his mouth: "Okay, I admit... I deeply
