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Chapter 568 This is quite bald

Even if Illidan is no longer around in version 1.0 of "World of Warcraft", it does not prevent McDonald, a star-chasing fan (pseudo) from coming to the ancient war 10,000 years ago to chase stars.

How to chase?

Of course I believe him!

You must know that McDonald's men are all noble troops, and rounding them off is a miscellaneous army.

Loyalty to the nobles was all fake. It was purely because the Burning Legion went too far. They took in their subordinates without letting them play, and killed all the other night elves, which forced them to unite as one.

The description in the history books is actually a bit harsh on the original owner of McDonald's current body [Desdel* Star Eyes] children's shoes.

The commander of the Burning Legion this time is certainly a thief, but the night elves basically only have land warfare in mind. How can they have any concept of air and ground integration?

Most of the night elf soldiers here are on the battlefield for the first time. Even if they have practiced martial arts, they don't even know how many types of demons there are in the Burning Legion. How can they pay attention to air defense?

How can you know your own strength without testing the strength of your enemy?

What's more, with the Burning Legion slaughtering cities and villages, it's quite easy for Night Elf soldiers to get their heads in a fight.

If there is anything wrong with Mr. Desder, it is that in this historic defeat, he was stunned as soon as he was ambushed by the enemy and completely abandoned his responsibilities as a commander. But he was ruthless and forcibly ordered a certain unit to be

After the army is broken, it will not lose so miserably.

Of course, if all the idiot nobles are not killed, there will be no chance of Jarod Shadowsong taking over.

Since Mai took over, everything has changed!

If it turns out that the difference between Jarod and Desdel is probably the distance from A to Z on the keyboard, then I dare not say anything else. At the command level alone, McDonald is N levels higher than the original owner, which is probably the highest level.

The distance between a strong king and Bronze 5 is right.

There is no way, commanding this thing not only tests talent and vision, but also requires experience.

Having experienced the second and third battles at the Dark Portal, fighting orcs, beating trolls, breaking bones, and slaughtering demons, McDonald knew what the other side was up to even with his eyes closed.

What's more, having experienced the restructuring of the Alliance army, McDonald knew very well what the old aristocracy was like.

"What? Your Excellency Xingchen gave such an order?"

This was still an era when shouting was the only way to deliver orders, and the order soldiers were most popular. When McDonald's order was given, most of the night elf nobles chose to accept it happily, because McDonald's original words were:

[Since the enemy has retreated, there is no need for the noble night elf warriors to participate in the pursuit. Please rein in the main force, use long-range weapons to hold down the formation from the rear, and let the heroic militiamen cut off the heads of those dirty demons. 】

The military system of the night elves 10,000 years ago was similar to the old-fashioned feudal army of humans. A virtuous aristocrat led the most elite professional soldiers, followed by a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers with junk equipment.

Since this is a critical moment for the survival of the race, and due to the relatively long life of the night elves, civilians can also practice martial arts to some extent. The morale and combat power of the dark elf soldiers are much higher than those of human farmers.

Noble masters are inherently arrogant. No matter how many demons their subordinate militiamen cut off their heads, their military exploits will be credited to them. Of course they are not in a hurry.

You can't get gold coins from the devil.

Just let the militia do the dirty work.

McDonald's order really won the hearts of the dark elf nobles.

Although the efficiency was not high, they still completed the gathering of troops, but because the number of miscellaneous soldiers was much larger than that of the regular army, it looked like night elves all over the mountains chasing Cerberus, smaller Dread Guards and the like.

The situation is great!

At this moment, what was coming did come.

From the dark green, rolling low clouds, a large number of magic bats with strange scarlet wings rushed out very suddenly.

They have bat-like bodies, but have complete limbs, and are also wearing relatively thin metal armor.

These magic bats, imps, hellhounds and the like are all miscellaneous soldiers of the Burning Legion and do not belong to the core race. Driven by several huge doomsday guards, they dropped large cans hooked from their claws from the air.

Many jars shattered in mid-air, and large areas of lava rained down like fire!

"Ah! What is that!?"

"Help"

The terrifying rain of human (and demonic) fire easily made the hundreds of night elves at the front, who had ended up happily, suddenly bewildered.

In fact, originally this would be a wide-area rain of fire pouring over the entire battlefield, enough to beat the main force of the night elves into dogs in one breath.

Don’t forget, there is also a conductor named Mai here.

Maybe Mr. Mai is not a human now, but a real dog.

He had already cocked all the ballistas in the rear formation. Almost as soon as the bat demon rushed down, he pretended to scream, and then immediately ordered: "It's the enemy's air force! Long-range troops! Fire all the bombs at an angle of 60 degrees.

,put!"

With a wave of his hand, a large number of black projectiles shot up into the sky with a momentum that defied the laws of nature, giving those bat demons a head-on blow.

Their weak and thin wings are simply unable to withstand the huge three-bladed flying blades of the night elves' unique blade-throwing carts.

This shape is a bit like the huge metal flying blade of ninja shuriken, with a quite outrageous sputtering effect.

This thing isn’t about physics, it’s about metaphysics!

It was fired from a ballista cart decorated with an eagle's head. It flew over a distance of two hundred meters, kept spinning, and drew a dazzling arc in the air. Then the bat demon transformed into Magneto.

He sucked the flying blade away by himself.

The huge three-leaf blade can easily cut through the bat's wings and flesh, bringing out bloody storms in the air. Often a flying blade can cause a bunch of triple kills, quadruple kills and so on.

It seems that it is already determined that almost every arc can hit at least a plurality of targets.

As a result, the ballista that McDonald was temporarily built by an elf craftsman didn't even look that useful.

The McDonald's version of the crossbow is more practical, either firing bowl-thick crossbow arrows, or getting a bunch of long arrows and firing them in clusters.

Anyway, a hundred blade-throwing vehicles and ballistae can shoot down a large number of bats in one encounter.

"Huh?" An Eredar wizard across from him frowned.

It cannot be said that the Burning Legion's ambush was ineffective this time. At least when the second wave of bat demons took advantage of the reloading interval of the Elven Ballista, they still rushed down and rained down fire, achieving a certain degree of damage.

However, the effect is not strong!

The opponent's long-range weapons were unexpectedly powerful, which turned a perfect ambush into a routine duel.

On the opposite side, McDonald decisively ordered a retreat.

Since the main force of the elves had not been severely damaged as expected, the elves' retreat could be described as a well-founded advance and retreat.

The dark elf nobles who knew a little bit about military skills shouted that they were lucky.

Compared with the large troops escaping unharmed, the losses of miscellaneous soldiers are nothing to mention.

Oh, one more thing, Illidan at the front was unfortunately shot.

Part of the top of his head was burned and bald.

Well, it’s quite bald!

:.:


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