"Haha! See those troll brains? They explode like rotten pumpkins."
"Barney from Xifa Village broke a hand, and the priest couldn't figure it out, so he went back crying. But before leaving, the Duke's pension was paid in full. Thirty silver coins were enough for him to marry a widow."
"Poor Barney!"
The atmosphere at the camp at the foot of the mountain is still lively.
Whether it is McDonald or the other two big guys, they are quite satisfied with the current atmosphere. It is not necessarily a good thing to just go with the wind. Appropriate casualties can properly alert those guys who are going to the battlefield for the first time.
That night, the second camp was almost successfully attacked.
Nearly a hundred Troll Shadow Hunters came over with [Stealth Skill] similar to thieves' [Stealth]. This skill made the trolls very difficult to detect. Unless they walked very close, or there were [Flare Flares] from rangers and hunters.
】Skills are difficult to observe with the naked eye from a long distance.
Even the elves' [Dark Vision] cannot distinguish it from a distance.
The nearest troll was only thirty meters away from the camp.
It was a pity that they ran into Halduron Brightwing who was on night duty. His [flare] alerted the soldiers who were already waiting for the shift. After leaving behind 31 corpses, the troll fled in panic.
The unwilling troll subsequently launched two sneak attacks, both of which ended in failure.
The third time, more than two hundred shadow hunters were gathered, using the darkness as cover, to shoot against Vereesa and the other elven masters.
The arrows with a fluorescent agent-like effect once again worked wonders, pointing out the target for the mortar team.
This battle was not large in scale, but it was quite brutal. More than thirty people died on the coalition side, including two elf rangers.
As a result, Vereesa approached McDonald angrily after the sun rose on the third morning and asked to participate in the storming of Zumashal.
"My two ranger sisters are dead. I can't bear to take this breath. Please let me fight one last time."
A real beauty, even if she wears a cartoon skin, still looks good when she is angry.
Regarding the free super tools, McDonald said - he is not happy but angry!
wipe!
free!
Who are you looking down on!?
I am Admiral Pan...ahem, I am the Grand Duke of Stratholme, am I in need of free wages?
He snapped his fingers and ordered the attendant: "Bring me box No. 541."
After a while, two attendants carried a large wooden box 1.5 meters long, 80 centimeters wide and 40 centimeters high.
McDonald said calmly: "Take this thing and I will join it for you."
Looking at the box opened by the attendant, Veresa's eyes suddenly widened.
If it were any other messy so-called request, she would definitely be dissatisfied, but her three views were refreshed again - what appeared in front of her were densely packed and neatly tied arrows.
The light cyan metallic light of the arrow exudes an intimidating aura.
"This is……"
"Thorium Arrow!"
At this point in time, Thorium is recognized as the hardest and lightest precious metal in the entire Eastern Kingdom. The sharpness and hardness of Thorium arrows are certainly unmatched.
but……
A standard Thorium ingot weighs 12.5kg. In the absence of large-scale wars, the market price is around 4 gold coins. Only two Thorium ingots can be used to make about 200 Thorium arrows.
If the blacksmith's skills are poor, the yield will be even lower.
Therefore, every time the string is pulled, what is shot is not an arrow, but a silver coin of Arathor!
Poor guys can't even afford it!
Vereesa was really shocked by McDonald's arrogance.
Since the founding of the high elves, mages have been in power, and rangers are stepmothers. Because there are no thorium mines near the elven capital Silvermoon City, even the Windrunner sisters would not be willing to use mithril or thorium until their own survival.
of arrows.
Although there is a chance to recover the arrows, as a good archer, you must be mentally prepared to shoot one arrow and miss one.
Vereesa asked, "Why don't you give it to your people?"
"It's a waste for a second-rate archer to use this thing."
When an ordinary enemy is shot in the vital part, most of the time it will be a one-shot arrow.
A truly strong person, with the support of spiritual power such as [Rage], will obtain various magical special effects. For example, warrior professionals can activate [Shield Wall] to greatly reduce the damage they receive in a short period of time.
In addition, strong men often have good armor. At this time, the role of sharp arrows is reflected.
It will probably be useful to deal with Tareikin, the leader of Rotten Moss today.
Thinking of her dead companion, Veresa pursed her lips and said, "Okay! I'll remember this favor."
She called a few elf rangers to come in and carried away the large box of arrows.
Soon, today's battle started!
Amidst the unusually festive "dong-dong-dong-dong-clang" sound of gongs and drums, the third group of attacking troops marched toward the last section of the mountain road.
This time, the coalition forces took the initiative to attack from the beginning. Guided by the Elf Ranger's signal arrows, the mortar team kept firing and bombarding the cliffs on both sides, not giving the Troll Shadow Hunters a chance to come over. The advancement speed was much faster.
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After surviving the steep slope of more than 400 meters in length, the terrain suddenly opened up in front of us.
The plateau basin where Zumashal is located has arrived.
"Let the main formation move forward."
In fact, he just wanted to go to the second mountainside base and watch the excitement from a distance.
Unexpectedly, a simple order of mine was opposed by the collective.
"No! As the coach, Duke of Stratholme, how can you easily go to the front line?" Mograine said first.
"Yes! We agreed that our Scarlet Cross Legion will be responsible for this critical battle!" Abedis followed.
The two guys came out with a long explanation. To put it bluntly, swords and guns are blind on the battlefield. If McDonald accidentally makes any mistakes, they cannot take responsibility.
Not to mention them, even Turalyon objected: "Your Majesty, everyone sees your command and strategy, and no one can erase your achievements! Now is the time for the knights of Lordaeron to show their loyalty and bravery. Please stay here with peace of mind.
In the camp, take control of the situation!"
After saying this, McDonald was speechless.
When Turalyon said this, he was clearly telling McDonough that at this point in the war, you are definitely the first to take credit. As the boss, you should not take credit from the knights below who want fame.
"Okay! I'll just wait here for the good news!"
It just so happened that I was slightly (not much, just 99%) afraid of death, so I stayed behind and waited for the work to be over.
McDonald thought to himself that his bunch of bullshit warrior professional skills should be useless.
The soldiers in charge of pushing the cart exhausted their energy, and they definitely had no part in pushing the altar flat in the end. The main attack in the first round was handed over to Abbendis and his subordinates, the experienced Mograine, who rushed forward.
Prepare the second formation with your elite troops.
Rivendell and Serijek, who were eager to serve, as well as Uther and Turalyon, who wanted to practice more and lead troops, were all sent to Mograine's staff by McDonald.
Only MacDonald, with a thousand men, including Saidan Dathrohan on the left and Tirion Fordring on the right, sat on the generals' stage in the military camp.
The baroness next to her was flatteringly pouring McDonald a glass of top-notch red wine that was equivalent to Lafite in this world. Although someone didn’t know which red wine was the best, she just thought it was... classy.
"Sitting in the back, waiting to collect people, life is comfortable!"
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New book seedlings, urgently seeking collection, recommendation votes, rewards, Yunfei is extremely grateful.
