They look exactly the same from a distance, but look scary up close. The [Excellent] quality armor is enough to be an heirloom for an ordinary knight family.
Bolvar had never seen such strange troops.
Theoretically, judging from the armor style and markings, these people coming down the gangway are the most common big-headed soldiers, but they feel completely inconsistent!
Bolvar had only experienced such a powerful aura from elite soldiers. It was the aura of veterans who were used to seeing life and death.
But how do you explain this armor?
There was no trace of dents or damage that had been repaired on the shiny new armor.
Can this kind of armor, which is extremely labor-intensive, be ready in a matter of seconds?
For a brief moment, Bolvar thought that this was a force prepared by McDonald in advance, originally used to overthrow the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Fortunately, the guys coming down from the back were more normal. Only the first hundred of them had armor from the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the rest were all iron armor of various countries, for elite infantry.
"Hello! Dear Duke Fordragon, I am the leader of this [Trident Legion] [Scorching Dawn]! We are under the name of Duke Stratholme and obey your command. Please forgive me, most of our people don't know how to
Common language, so your instructions should be conveyed through the designated captains."
Bolvar was a little dazed. He had never thought that the leader of such an elite force would be a girl with red hair and red eyes. She looked about fourteen or five years old. If it weren't for the fact that she was dressed very luxuriously and her seals were all engraved.
The red mage robe with magic runes made Bolvar almost think she was the daughter of some big boss.
As for the name [Zhuo Xiao]... Bolvar only thought it was a code name.
Bolvar was naturally wary of this army: "Welcome. Miss Zhuoxiao, although I would like to welcome you on behalf of His Majesty Wrynn, the battle on the front line is very tight, and every new force arriving can be covered."
More civilians escaped. So... I hope you can go to the frontline camp Gold Town to rest."
Zhuo Xiao remained calm and nodded: "Understood. After we have assembled, we will unload our equipment and supplies and head straight to the front line."
The dock in Stormwind City is not the large dock that was rebuilt in later generations. The current dock is very small, with only two docking spaces for large ships. It took half a day to unload 3,000 people.
Watching this mysterious force circle the inner city wall, pass through the King's Valley and the outer city wall of Stormwind City's outer defense line, and march toward Goldshire in the south of the city, Bolvar and King Llane finally breathed a sigh of relief.
…
On the other side, Anduin Lothar, the commander-in-chief of the Kingdom of Stormwind, was a little confused and double-checked with the messenger.
"Support from Lordaeron? An elite regiment of 3,000 men? Does it feel comparable to the Kingdom's First Legion?" Anduin is now 39 years old, at the end of a man's golden age, and his physical and mental strength are much weaker than when he was young.
A little bit, but he has the richest military experience.
Walking up to the guard tower and looking at the neatly-organized troops, Anduin was just about to sigh, but he didn't expect that the troops actually started to commotion when they saw his appearance.
"ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"It's Lothar!"
"What a handsome guy!"
"Love it, love it!"
"Anduin, I want to have a monkey with you."
These guys spoke Chinese language, which Anduin couldn't understand, but from the eagerness in those guys' eyes, Anduin could tell that these guys were excited because of his appearance.
"When did I become a famous person?" Anduin was a little confused.
As a commander-in-chief, he has offended many people recently. The private soldiers entrusted to him by the nobles were all destroyed in two or three days at most. Naturally, he did not look good on them.
How could he have the ambition to be a big star?
Suddenly, an alarm bell rang "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang." Suddenly, Anduin turned around and saw countless green dots running out of the woods at the end of the 500-meter-long open space at the front of Goldsmith Town's defense line.
No!
That's an orc!
Wearing the most primitive, almost non-existent armor, and holding high barbaric clubs, knives and axes, these burly green-skinned monsters ran out with red eyes and slouching.
"Enemy attack——"
The shrill roar echoed throughout the camp.
"Commander Lothar! [Trident Legion] requests to fight."
Lothar had no doubt that he was there. After all, these days, anyone with a non-green face and a human-like appearance was one of his own. With a wave of his hand, he asked someone to open the camp door and pointed to a gap in the camp on the right that had not yet been repaired.
: "Over there! Go up!"
The Trident Legion's high quality and quick response made Andu Yin speechless.
I saw this regiment throwing their backpacks on both sides of the road in an extremely orderly manner, with less than a hundred people left to pack them up, and the rest actually ran to complete the entire team.
The originally sparse marching column only ran 100 meters and turned into a torrent of steel with ten people abreast. They even arrived late and arrived first before the soldiers in the camp to reach the man who had been killed in the last battle.
Destroyed wooden fence chip.
"Shield wall!"
"Armored grenadier ready!"
The red-haired female mage yelled something that Anduin couldn't understand. He immediately saw the soldiers at the front parting like a tide, forming a gorgeous shield wall that could be straightened with a ruler in less than 30 seconds.
A kite-shaped [Stormwind City Heraldic Shield] was propped on the ground, and a two-meter spear poked out from in front of the shield, forming a neat forest of thorns and spears!
It was once again beyond Anduin's expectations. He thought it was remarkable that these soldiers could passively withstand the first round of the orcs' attack.
Unexpectedly, these soldiers all made a stumbling motion from right to left towards the orcs at the front.
The long spearhead struck the orc's left ankle with great precision. The heavier orc immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Without giving them a chance to react, the spears from the second row reached out like poisonous snakes and accurately pierced the orcs' chests that lacked armor.
"Fire!"
With a shout, a large number of glass wine bottles lit with cloth banners were thrown to the left and right by the soldiers in the rear row.
The orc who was caught off guard suddenly became a man on fire, slapping his body desperately while screaming in pain.
After the two wings were restrained by the flames, the legion attacked boldly.
"Dog! Dog! Dog!" [Situ Yanpo] took the lead and rushed to the front.
In front of him was a violent orc. The tall orc struck him on the head with an axe. The terrifying attack was so powerful and heavy that it killed countless storm soldiers.
Seeing how [Situ Yanpo] actually used one arm to lift the shield to carry the axe, Lothar could hardly stand it anymore.
Can a human's strength compare to that of a drug-addled orc?
I don't know how many ordinary soldiers knelt down under the attack of these three axes.
It can carry a terrifying impact of three to five hundred kilograms, without using both hands to lift the shield. The best outcome will be fractures, or worse, the person and shield will be split in half.
The accident happened again!
What seemed like a reckless block turned into an action similar to [Shield Slam] at the last moment before the ax and shield clash.
The shield surface, which is at 45 degrees to the ax head, feels like a heavy weight.
"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and what was bounced off was the orc's big ax.
Then there was a seemingly simple thrust from the long sword diagonally upward, full of the taste of hard work.
The blade of the sword flashed and had already penetrated the orc's throat, diagonally upwards and straight into the brain.
Even before the orc's corpse fell softly, [Situ Yanpo] had already sidestepped and pounced on the next target.
Not one, but all of them have this level.
They do not have the gorgeous skills of warrior professionals, but they have pure killing skills that other soldiers cannot match.
Seeing the hundreds of orcs who rushed up falling down like wheat being cut down, none of them were killed, Lothar stood in confusion on the sentry tower.
"Where did this elite of hundreds of battles come from!?"
