"Turalyon!" McDonald pointed to Saidan: "You go over there."
Tu Moumou, the tool man who was also wearing armor, was puzzled. However, it could not be said that nothing happened. He could feel a slight pull, but it was definitely not as exaggerated as Saidan.
"What's going on?" Lothar was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
McDonald snapped his fingers again, the strange buzzing sound disappeared, and Saidan fell completely.
"This thing is called an electromagnet. All you need to know is that when it operates, it will attract iron and steel-like substances around it. But for thorium, especially armor made of high-purity thorium, this thing is ineffective."
"Then why do I still feel a little bit involved?" Turalyon asked.
McDonald raised his forehead and said: "That's because the purity of thorium is not enough. Today's blast furnaces are a bit poor."
These days, no matter what kind of metal there is, there are impurities, and the impurities can only be removed by smelting.
This is the result if the metal smelting process is not up to standard.
After McDonald explained, Saidan slapped his forehead: "No wonder! In fact, I usually don't want to wear Thorium armor, so I changed into a suit of armor modified from Orc iron armor and ran out. I didn't expect..."
A certain god looked condescendingly at Saidan Dathrohan with a slightly contemptuous look: "I will give you the best armor, just for you to wear. One set is not enough? Then I will give each of the Silver Hands one more set.
Let you change and get dressed."
Saidan was immediately embarrassed, and Uther stared at him again: "No, no, no! I'll put it on right away. We are paladins, and one set of armor is enough. Unless it's too worn out to wear, it's better to leave it to others."
A knight in need."
Regardless of the Eight Virtues of Knights or the Holy Light Doctrine, both emphasize frugality. Saidan used orc armor to show off, but he was criticized.
Here, it was Lothar's turn to breathe a little quickly, which was due to excitement: "So, can this thing be used against [Steel Star]?"
"It's hard to say, I can only say that it should have a certain effect."
All the big guys around him started talking about it.
Because of the inability to deal with [Steel Star], the alliance's military operations have been stagnant for more than a month. Everyone's minds have been restless. It is rare to find a solution, so we must try it.
Back at the military meeting tent, Lothar proposed a probing attack, but the bosses had no objection.
Unlike last time, this time, there is no one to grab the vanguard.
At this time, Uther, Saidan and Tirion came out at the same time: "The Silver Hand is willing to be the vanguard!"
The Paladin is like the light of hope in the dark night, and every move towards death is touching.
Lothar was very grateful that there was such a group of pure warriors who could ignore the shackles of political interests and always stand up at critical moments: "Then leave it to the Silver Hand."
Madang Kenshiran said: "Leave those two wings to Rivendell and the Serijek Legion."
"good!"
Once you have taken the lead, the rest is relatively simple.
After ten minutes of discussion, the troops for the battle were basically decided.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Mograine and Abbedis almost competed to be the centerpiece. After the meeting, McDonald asked the 32-year-old "Old Mo": "Hey, are you so active?"
Mograine said with a straight face: "I won't do anything like grabbing credit."
Is that what your knights want to do?
McDonald understood immediately. Old Mo must mention it after the war. He is a sure man, and all the vassals under him must have something to look forward to, right? Who doesn't want to move up?
In the past, Tir's hand was only as big as a palm, and no one was embarrassed to take the land from the master's hand.
Next up is the Andorhal leader who is famous for being so fat that he leaks oil!
"Don't worry, we believe you, Stratholme Pizza Hut!" Abbendis chuckled.
Huh!?
Why am I still in Nanshan?
McDonald was shocked on the spot.
Seeing his expression, Abidis was stunned: "Well, I heard it from your staff. They said it means winning in away games."
Mograine agreed: "With you personally participating in the war, there has been no defeat so far!"
Damn it! Another cultural output from sand sculpture players.
You guys can just talk nonsense, why don't you explain this?
On the orc side, Orgrim looked restless: "Is there no news yet?"
Suddenly, a messenger came into the big tent: "The Warsong clan has found the way to Stranglethorn Valley. It has now been two days' journey deep into Stranglethorn Valley."
Orgrim was immediately relieved: "That's good."
From the old territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind to Stranglethorn Vale, other than the sea route, the only option is to take the Dusk Forest.
In reality, the Twilight Forest is a rather eerie place. Because of the unknown energy field, there is no sunlight here all year round, and there is always only dim and gloomy night, hence the name.
Creatures without [Dark Vision] need lighting to enter here. Although there are all kinds of prey that the orcs like here, the orcs have always disliked this gloomy land.
The orcs had only stationed two third-rate clans here before, and the territory they governed was quite limited. They only attacked Night Town, and then they were constantly harassed by the famous human organization [Night Watch] in the Twilight Forest.
Grom led 20,000 Warsong Orcs and marched into the night forest. At first, the few humans were frightened, thinking that they were here to encircle and suppress them. Later, the Night Watch quickly discovered that this was not the case.
They tried to get in touch with the outside world, but when they passed through the dark river beach last month, they encountered a reorganized orc clan and were beaten back. Due to a strange combination of circumstances, the news could not be spread.
Go to the Alliance.
Grom and his men searched in the dark for two months before they found a way to Stranglethorn Vale.
When Orgrim learned that his good friend had finally succeeded, he was relieved. At this moment, he received news of the Alliance's attack.
"The alliance is really desperate. This time, we must use new weapons to defeat them."
"Yes! Without those damn traps, the Alliance army is just a bunch of wolf cubs."
Compared to the optimism of the second-rate clan chiefs, Orgrim's face was as dark as water.
Varok Saurfang couldn't help pouring cold water: "Humans, no, the alliance's response speed has been very fast. In the past, we could clean up a human village with just a few warriors, but now? We can't expect that the previous weapons can still work wonders.
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Instead, it was Flamebender Ka'graz who stood up: "No! I am very confident in the weapons I brought."
The two sides immediately started arguing with each other.
In the end, it was Orgrim who made the decision: "You can't place all your hopes on the same weapon. Ka'graz, you should also come up with another kind of weapon."
Kagraz was quite obedient and bowed and replied: "As you command, Warchief."
Here, before McDonald left the station, he encountered another little trouble.
