The physical level of a level 30 guard is not low at the time of the Dark Portal battle. For elite players who are used to playing in the mountains and sea, it is a bit awkward and not unacceptable.
Don’t you just have no special abilities?
Count the ball!
But it would be very difficult to prevent them from wandering.
[Scorching Dawn in the Sky] As soon as he finished speaking, a group of funny people below immediately changed their name tags. Originally, it was written as a certain team for the convenience of command. Now it is in a unified format [No oars are used in rowing, XXX number].
Damn it, isn’t this ‘all dependent on the waves’?
[Zhuo Xiao] held his forehead in despair: "Oh my god! Dad's seat is not easy to sit in!"
Here, the mysterious force that had just successfully defeated thousands of orcs with a counter-charge had naturally gained the attention of Bolvar and Anduin.
When Anduin and Bolvar came with their personal guards to inspect the army, the players were in confusion.
Anduin saw them burying their companions.
This is normal, but you stuffed two orc corpses in there and put your feet in the dead man's face. What does that mean?
[Yunwei], who was stopped by Losa for questioning, was very embarrassed: Do I have to tell Losa that this is because this guy asks men to dress up as women every day and screams the loudest, and then I make him more male than male so that he can rest in peace?
?
[Yunwei] said seriously: "[Jun Muqi] is a good warrior. His biggest wish during his lifetime is to die with the orcs. So we satisfy him and let him smell the orcs' odor even after he dies. Well, he can smell it."
The breath of the enemy."
Lothar was half-understood, and he nodded: "I respect the brave warrior. If conditions permit, his last wish should be fulfilled."
Originally [Yunwei] thought that Lao Jun was a decent person during his lifetime, so let's just spit and leave. Unfortunately, Yunwei was a bit weak and didn't dare to do it after all.
This way.
"Commander Lothar, I...can I take a picture with you? Well, it's something like a magic oil painting." When Anduin walked up to him, a beautiful black-haired girl shyly made a strange request.
.
Anduin was stunned for a moment: "Is there a painter painting for you and me?"
"No, just stand there. I'll do the rest."
"Ah?" Anduin was a little dumbfounded, but he happily accepted the request.
When [Black Cat on a Rainy Night] posed scissor hands and various poses next to him, presumably taking photos frantically through some kind of system, a commotion broke out.
"Damn it! Lothar is alive!"
"I want to take a photo too!"
"Me too--"
The sudden commotion of these guys startled Lothar, but at least they had some rules and knew how to line up and come one by one. Anduin was a little embarrassed, but his aristocratic demeanor drove him to be a tool man.
Bolvar was a little confused in the bleak wind: Why didn't anyone come to find me?
It was fine at first, but unexpectedly, these playful requests escalated.
"Commander Lothar, can I keep a hair of yours?" [Junchen Tianya] said.
"why is that?"
"You are my idol. I want to keep a piece of your hair so that I can fight bravely."
This request was strange, but Lothar agreed.
who knows……
"I want one too!"
"I want ten--"
"I want a hundred--"
Well, the cause of the chaos is that this bitch from [Junchen Tianya] typed in the player group: I dislike handsome guys the most, and I will cut off his hair and let him enter the Mediterranean uncle mode as soon as possible.
A group of male players who were not as handsome as Lothar suddenly became excited. They frantically reached out and tried to pull out their hair, which looked very much like Dead Rising.
This time, Lothar's guards were really frightened.
After escaping in embarrassment, Lothar found that someone had plotted against him during the evacuation, and a handful of hair was missing from his head. This made him feel a little heartbroken.
Recently, he has been under too much pressure from the war, and his hair has been falling out every day.
Those bastards really don't care about anything.
Lothar left the army's camp in great embarrassment.
In the next few days, the performance of this Trident unit was still outstanding. Not only were they good at frontal combat, they were also very adaptable to individual combat.
The most outrageous thing is that some of them can actually speak fish-human language.
There are many rivers and lakes in Elwynn Forest, a dense water network. It’s not that the Kingdom of Stormwind doesn’t want to take advantage of it, but these complicated swamps, lakes and streams are inhabited by a kind of creature called a fishman.
The body of these guys is that of a fish, but they have strange short limbs that allow them to move on the shore.
Generally speaking, fishmen are not big, only half a man tall, but occasionally there are larger ones.
The most annoying thing is that murlocs are omnivores, and they will attack anything they can eat indiscriminately, including humans.
These little guys don't have much fighting power, and an average adult human man can beat one to death with his bare hands.
However, the murlocs are social creatures and can also use simple wooden spears and other weapons. Some murlocs can even use water magic, which makes them very difficult to deal with.
In addition, the residences of the murlocs are often in swamps, surrounded by complicated rivers. Ships cannot enter, and it is dangerous for soldiers to enter the swamp. They fell into the swamp and died before they even saw the murloc's lair.
Murlocs are a cancer that has been in Elwynn Forest for thousands of years.
Unexpectedly, a few Trident soldiers leaned over, chattering, and saw a group of murlocs kowtowing towards them with a "gao, gao, gao".
Then Lothar was shocked to see a large group of fishmen rolling out of the swamps and rivers, forming a winding formation, and being inspected by human soldiers.
No, this is more like a ceremony of allegiance.
Lothar saw the murlocs kneeling down to worship those guys.
"This is how the same thing?"
[Situ Yanpo] shrugged: "Learn a foreign language! I learned the Naga language. These fish-men with bad brains thought I was a long-legged Naga. Naga is the natural ruler of the fish-men."
Lothar: "..."
Bolvar: "..."
This guy clapped his fingers and said, "I can also speak Murloc, High Elf, and Dwarf."
Lothar had a headache when he heard this: "Okay, okay, tell me, what do you want to do with these fishmen?"
"I think the commander-in-chief allows us to form a mobile force that goes deep behind enemy lines. We will find a way to burn the orcs' baggage."
The corners of Lothar's eyes were twitching. She held it in for a few seconds and finally nodded: "Okay!"
…
Regardless of how the player managed to escape the sky in Elwynn Forest, McDonald, who returned to Stratholme City over there, breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the player's role.
"The Kingdom of Stormwind has taken care of it. Next, it's time for me to lose my fortune."
He first met Archbishop Alonsus Faol in the city's cathedral.
"Godfather! How is your paladin plan?"
"We're almost ready!" Alonsus couldn't hide the tiredness on his face, but he was very happy. He rang the bell, and five peerless men filed in through the door of the side hall.
Uther, who will be given the surname Lightbringer in the future, survived N versions of Turalyon in one breath, Saidan Dathrohan, the best and strongest swordsman, and the 'Lafayette' who ended the Lich King in history.
Leo Fordring, and... Viscount Oryx Rivendell, who was destined to occupy the magpie's nest as a death knight and further become the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
An intriguing smile appeared on McDonald's face: "Fate is really wonderful!"
