McDonald never imagined that something like this would happen to him one day.
Forget about being a gangster, let him be seen by his own guardians, and his shame will be thrown into Quel'Thalas.
Fortunately, the strength of the body that traveled through time was pretty good, so people on Earth could not believe that their legs had been shattered and fractured a long time ago.
The body of Azeroth's nobles is a small bug after all.
I don’t know if it counts as an anti-ancestor phenomenon, after all, the ancestors of the human beings here are Vrykuls of half-giant blood, and they are also stone people. They have become weak due to the curse of flesh and blood.
Here, just as McDonald gave the order to fire, Lothar had actually rushed downstairs to command the army. He also witnessed this shocking blow and shouted "Okay!"
When the crisis is over and Lothar is ready to lead his army to attack and drive out all the orcs, he will naturally not forget the powerful commander McDonald.
"Tell the Duke of Stratholme to stop hiding and quickly lead the Stratholme Army to attack with me." Lothar's order was quickly passed to McDonald's side, and the messenger quickly came back.
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The messenger said: "Commander Lothar, Brigadier Rivendell will lead 30,000 Stratholme troops to attack with you. Please arrange the main attack direction."
"Huh? What happened to him?"
The messenger's face was awkward, but he still whispered what he saw and heard.
Lothar's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock.
It was the first time he had seen such a shocking blow.
This is a trick that has nothing to do with knight training.
Who among the serious knights would teach kicking to interrupt spellcasting?
The swordsmanship training of knights in this era emphasizes the T-step and stability, and never blindly kicks. Maybe some wild men will teach kicking, but it is mostly a lower-level attack. Who will teach flying kicks?
When he heard the messenger say that someone broke his leg due to excessive force and had to have his joint reset, and screamed like a pig, Lothar felt that many crows were circling around his head, and they all screamed "
Fool! Fool! Fool!”
"Okay, let's ignore him for now. He was wounded on the battlefield anyway. We have to take care of the wounded. Let Rivendell go to the right wing!"
Fortunately, McDonald did not blow up the bridge. The Alliance army that had just crossed the bridge saw that their boss had really tricked the orcs and escaped so many big moves. Their morale was immediately boosted. Under the command, they shouted:
Shouting and rushing across the bridge.
"Woooooooooooo" the attack horn sounded again.
This time, the partial forces from Stormwind City and Dusk Forest attacked together.
In fact, it is better to say that it is a general attack than a harvest.
A large number of human crossbowmen stood around the big pit, doing nothing but concentrating on turning the winch, pulling the bowstring and shooting arrows. About ten meters below, a large number of orcs were stuck there like targets, unable to get up.
Except for a few lucky ones like Orgrim, who could find a way out in advance and climb up in various ways to escape, most orcs could not escape from the pit even if they could move, and they were surrounded by dense rain.
He was shot to death with a crossbow and a musket.
The alliance's long-range troops are great. The infantry and cavalry can only stare at them. They can't just jump into the pit and fight the dying orcs in hand-to-hand combat, right?
They had to follow the orders of the commanders and make a large circle along the edge of the pit in an attempt to intercept the orcs in the middle and rear formations. Unfortunately, this was destined to fail. The orcs behind had already received the retreat order from the war chief.
Started to retreat.
The Alliance did not dare to pursue, because it was soon discovered that there were actually many Steel Stars on the orc side. The tank regiment led by Brian Bronzebeard wanted to go over, but a big iron ball was thrown from the opposite side, and Brian lost three tanks.
Hide away.
As a result, a large-scale joint battle involving more than 500,000 troops mobilized by both sides ended in a strange, almost draw.
The Alliance suffered a loss from the Arathi Highlanders, with more than 25,000 dead and more than 10,000 injured.
On the orc side, nearly 10,000 Blackstone orcs who were the vanguard and more than 20,000 orc warriors from second-rate clans were trapped.
At first glance, it seems to be a real draw.
In fact, everyone knew that the orcs finally came up with some epoch-making new weapons, but they did not achieve the desired results. This time, the orcs suffered a big loss.
On the other hand, as long as one side of the alliance cannot crack it well, once a battle breaks out in an open area, the alliance will still suffer heavy losses.
Here, Saidan and Tirion pulled the miserable Uther out of the ground like a carrot.
"Brother, what's the matter with you? You're so embarrassed." Saidan teased Laowu.
Uther calmly said: "This is the holy light guiding me."
"Ahem, wooden man!"
Ordinary people may feel that it is embarrassing, but truly religious people will not feel anything else at all, they simply feel that they should do this.
After the war, Veresa gave up the pursuit and just returned to Xiquan Fortress when she heard McDonald's screams like a pig being killed.
"Ah! Stupid woman, are you going to kill me? Help! Help! Kill me."
Veresa became anxious when she heard this. She was about to rush forward, but Sister Xi held her back: "Stupid girl, look at the knights."
The knights who had been loyal to the Stratholme family for countless generations, all of them had serious faces and were holding themselves back very hard.
Fake! It’s all fake!
The Stratholme God of War is all fake!
Everyone was deceived by Mr. Mai's glorious and invincible achievements, thinking that their Duke was possessed by the manifested fighting spirit of his ancestors. In fact... no matter whether he could fight or he was a good commander, his Lord was still uninjured after all.
young man.
When they got to the third floor of the fortress, even if Veresa saw a big-ass red-haired female elf sitting on McDonald's lap, and a beautiful blond elf girl with a single ponytail pressing his feet, Veresa wouldn't care.
I was so moved that I even wanted to laugh a little.
Well, McDonald's is in physical therapy.
Yes, it's purely physical.
Only those who have truly experienced dislocation will understand how painful it is.
The muscles are misaligned and the tendons and nerves are forcibly pulled. The pain is no less than stabbing someone in one place, let alone two places.
The worst thing is that there are obviously no old Chinese medicine practitioners in the world of Azeroth.
Maybe there are some field doctors who know how to do it, but there just isn't anyone around McDonald who knows how to do it.
"Silly woman! Are you going to kill me? You missed the target for the seventh time," McDonald shouted, making his throat hoarse.
Liadrin, a professional priest, doesn't know how to do it, and unexpectedly Valeera doesn't know how to do it either.
Valeela: "Actually, I suggest using a dagger to cut open the skin of the legs, or even..."
Liadrin: "Well, I think it's faster this way too."
"Kill people!" Mai Shazhu continued to howl miserably.
In the end, Queen Xi couldn't stand it, so she rushed over and stepped on McDonald's thigh with her boot. With two "pop" sounds, the bone setting was completed.
"Thank you... thank you! Sylvanas..." McDonald said weakly, sweating profusely.
