NOVEL WEB Stratholme God
Chapter 19 This is a money carrier!
Chapter 19 This is a money carrier!
"What the hell is that?" Zumashal's trolls finally ushered in an enemy, but it was not what they imagined.
Heavy, slow, with an irresistible killing intent.
It was a string of man-made objects shaped like centipedes.
At first glance it looks like a house.
But no house would be so loaded with metal spikes that it felt like a parade of hedgehogs.
"It's a human—" The troll's most powerful profession is a hunter.Without being able to see them directly, they can easily distinguish them from the deep footprints left behind the modified dash car.
Seriously, if in the 21st century of the Chinese Empire, you still see someone incompetently and furiously firing at tanks with small arms, everyone will laugh out loud.
For real turtles, there are quite a few things like this kind of blind chicken going all out to fire.
Watching the long line of centipedes rushing into the mountain pass and being thrown spears by the troll shadow hunter, MacDonald really had a trance like dreaming of the First World War on Earth.
At that time, the German army, who had never seen a tank, was helpless in front of the British [Little Homeless] tank.
Now the trolls are about the same.
Since being defeated by humans and elves more than 2800 years ago, trolls have gradually lost their ability to fight with large armies, and instead have evolved into the best in mountain warfare and jungle warfare.
The mysterious and unpredictable guerrilla mode is the label of modern trolls.
They had never seen such a bizarre frontal attack.
"Drink--" a strong troll exhaled, his whole body was like a full longbow, the heavy spear flew out of his hand, drew a dazzling arc in the air, and plunged his head into the strange On the strange chariot.
"Duo!" With a loud voice, the spearhead shook violently at the front of the car for a while, and then turned into one of the 'horns' on the front of the car to defend against foreign enemies.
When the first spear hit the cowhide on the top of the cart, a soldier who was pushing the cart shuddered, obviously startled.
Baron Rivendell next to him spat: "What are you afraid of, you haven't even pierced the second layer of cowhide."
He is quite experienced, and as soon as he hears the sound, he knows that he is far from breaking the defense.
This is the No. [-] car. It is covered with three layers of thick cowhide, and a large amount of broken wood is placed between each layer of cowhide as a buffer. The attack of ordinary sharp weapons is really impossible.
He suddenly found that Uther was calm: "You never worried?"
Uther glanced at him calmly: "I can't pierce with strength alone, why should trolls pierce it?"
have to!Your old man knows that you pretended to be a big pussy just now, did you know that?
On the cliff, the trolls widened their big copper-bell-like eyes, watching the strange 'giant beast' slowly but surely continue to climb the slope, and they began to panic.
"how can that be!?"
"Bhagana! WTF! This is unscientific!"
Don't get me wrong, the latter part was dubbed by a duke who was playing.
As the biggest boss, it is definitely not something that McDonald's does to charge on the front line.No one will give him this chance.
As a new and untested weapon, sending a Rivendell Gar Uther to the front has already given the moss-rotten troll face.
Two fierce men, plus a full ten soldiers, huddled in the centipede head rushing cart that was in the lead, shouting their numbers to push the cart forward.
Alas, fortunately they are not old men, otherwise the picture must be beautiful.
The idea came from McDonald, who certainly didn't want to be crowded into a cramped and unventilated rush car with a group of big, sweaty men.
At this moment, surrounded by a group of knights, accompanied by Mograine and Abidis, Baroness Anastari, who took the initiative to serve, was swayed by a big fan, listening to the dance that never got tired of listening to With gongs and drums for lions, and drinking [Arasso's 1982 Sprite (actually, iced lemonade)], McDonald's felt like his wars were so... classy.
It's a wonderful feeling to watch your centipede car turn into a hedgehog with a monocular.
In the soundtrack of "Boom in the Midwinter!", ahem, gongs and drums, the human soldiers, who were not injured, pushed their carts harder.
The mountain road is rugged, and it is basically a steep slope of about 45 degrees.The car doesn't push well.
People of this era have strength. After all, when they walk out of the town, the forest is full of wild boars the size of adult buffaloes. There are very few useless firewoods like Mai.
The soldiers are not lacking in strength, and the centipede car even has jerky and water bottles.The main reason is that if you are beaten without fighting back, morale will easily decline.
With this kind of gongs and drums like a brainwashing cycle, the soldiers pushed the rushing cart with great effort.
"We can reach the first temporary camp soon," Abidis reminded.
It was a platform on the mountainside. The place was not too big, only about [-] square meters. It was protruding there. As long as the intersection was blocked, at least there was no need to worry about sneak attacks from the cliffs overhead, and the soldiers could rest there.
"It's not that simple." Mograine said solemnly.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, suddenly several troll strongmen began to smash head-sized stones down from a distance.
"Boom! Crack!"
The centipede made a loud noise as it rushed towards the car, and it felt like it would fall apart in the next second, but it was harder than the turtle shell, so it was stunned to hold it.
Forget it all, in the telescope, I only saw a burly troll actually uprooting a sharpened tree trunk and dropping it condescendingly on a 30-meter-high cliff.
The tree trunk with thick human legs is a full three meters long. If this thing is dropped, unless it is missed, it is much more terrifying than any ballista.
Unexpectedly, this specially made 'ballista' drew a perfect parabola and hit the rushing vehicle at a 60-degree angle.
"Ah!" exclaimed the baroness.
Mograine couldn't bear to watch any longer. After all, in the car, there was a baron, a priest of the Holy Light, and ten elite soldiers.
It depends on who is unlucky and nailed to the ground by the pierced stake.
He suddenly discovered that only McDonald sat in the same place with incomparable calmness and took a sip of his drink: "Lord Stratholme, are you not worried?"
McDonald's smiled lightly: "If this crap can penetrate the 1-inch (2.54cm) thick Thorium armor under the three-layer cowhide, then I lose!"
When the people around heard it, they gasped on the spot.
I have seen a loser, but I have never seen such a loser.
Under the same hardness, Thorium weighs only half of steel.
Ordinary knights, if they have a set of Thorium armor, it will be more than a lifetime, it must be a family heirloom, passed down for a hundred and dozens of generations.Thorium is widely recognized as the strongest metal in the Eastern Kingdom. It is both light and hard, so each set of Thorium armor is priced at a 'sky price' that knights can't reach.
Thorium armor, which costs a few hundred gold coins, can only be played by the top nobles.
Now the expensive Thorium ingots are used to make the armor of the rushing car! ?
Where the fuck is this rushing car?
This is a cash truck!
What the hell is going on with this thick envy and jealousy?
Not to mention the knights next to him, even Duke Mograine was hurt by someone's arrogance.
So willing to spend money, what should I do if the gadget gets stuck in the middle of the road and can't come back?
Over there, sure enough, it didn't disappoint. The car opened a small window near the top, stretched out an armoured arm, pulled the stump off a few times, and the car continued to drive!
(End of this chapter)
"What the hell is that?" Zumashal's trolls finally ushered in an enemy, but it was not what they imagined.
Heavy, slow, with an irresistible killing intent.
It was a string of man-made objects shaped like centipedes.
At first glance it looks like a house.
But no house would be so loaded with metal spikes that it felt like a parade of hedgehogs.
"It's a human—" The troll's most powerful profession is a hunter.Without being able to see them directly, they can easily distinguish them from the deep footprints left behind the modified dash car.
Seriously, if in the 21st century of the Chinese Empire, you still see someone incompetently and furiously firing at tanks with small arms, everyone will laugh out loud.
For real turtles, there are quite a few things like this kind of blind chicken going all out to fire.
Watching the long line of centipedes rushing into the mountain pass and being thrown spears by the troll shadow hunter, MacDonald really had a trance like dreaming of the First World War on Earth.
At that time, the German army, who had never seen a tank, was helpless in front of the British [Little Homeless] tank.
Now the trolls are about the same.
Since being defeated by humans and elves more than 2800 years ago, trolls have gradually lost their ability to fight with large armies, and instead have evolved into the best in mountain warfare and jungle warfare.
The mysterious and unpredictable guerrilla mode is the label of modern trolls.
They had never seen such a bizarre frontal attack.
"Drink--" a strong troll exhaled, his whole body was like a full longbow, the heavy spear flew out of his hand, drew a dazzling arc in the air, and plunged his head into the strange On the strange chariot.
"Duo!" With a loud voice, the spearhead shook violently at the front of the car for a while, and then turned into one of the 'horns' on the front of the car to defend against foreign enemies.
When the first spear hit the cowhide on the top of the cart, a soldier who was pushing the cart shuddered, obviously startled.
Baron Rivendell next to him spat: "What are you afraid of, you haven't even pierced the second layer of cowhide."
He is quite experienced, and as soon as he hears the sound, he knows that he is far from breaking the defense.
This is the No. [-] car. It is covered with three layers of thick cowhide, and a large amount of broken wood is placed between each layer of cowhide as a buffer. The attack of ordinary sharp weapons is really impossible.
He suddenly found that Uther was calm: "You never worried?"
Uther glanced at him calmly: "I can't pierce with strength alone, why should trolls pierce it?"
have to!Your old man knows that you pretended to be a big pussy just now, did you know that?
On the cliff, the trolls widened their big copper-bell-like eyes, watching the strange 'giant beast' slowly but surely continue to climb the slope, and they began to panic.
"how can that be!?"
"Bhagana! WTF! This is unscientific!"
Don't get me wrong, the latter part was dubbed by a duke who was playing.
As the biggest boss, it is definitely not something that McDonald's does to charge on the front line.No one will give him this chance.
As a new and untested weapon, sending a Rivendell Gar Uther to the front has already given the moss-rotten troll face.
Two fierce men, plus a full ten soldiers, huddled in the centipede head rushing cart that was in the lead, shouting their numbers to push the cart forward.
Alas, fortunately they are not old men, otherwise the picture must be beautiful.
The idea came from McDonald, who certainly didn't want to be crowded into a cramped and unventilated rush car with a group of big, sweaty men.
At this moment, surrounded by a group of knights, accompanied by Mograine and Abidis, Baroness Anastari, who took the initiative to serve, was swayed by a big fan, listening to the dance that never got tired of listening to With gongs and drums for lions, and drinking [Arasso's 1982 Sprite (actually, iced lemonade)], McDonald's felt like his wars were so... classy.
It's a wonderful feeling to watch your centipede car turn into a hedgehog with a monocular.
In the soundtrack of "Boom in the Midwinter!", ahem, gongs and drums, the human soldiers, who were not injured, pushed their carts harder.
The mountain road is rugged, and it is basically a steep slope of about 45 degrees.The car doesn't push well.
People of this era have strength. After all, when they walk out of the town, the forest is full of wild boars the size of adult buffaloes. There are very few useless firewoods like Mai.
The soldiers are not lacking in strength, and the centipede car even has jerky and water bottles.The main reason is that if you are beaten without fighting back, morale will easily decline.
With this kind of gongs and drums like a brainwashing cycle, the soldiers pushed the rushing cart with great effort.
"We can reach the first temporary camp soon," Abidis reminded.
It was a platform on the mountainside. The place was not too big, only about [-] square meters. It was protruding there. As long as the intersection was blocked, at least there was no need to worry about sneak attacks from the cliffs overhead, and the soldiers could rest there.
"It's not that simple." Mograine said solemnly.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, suddenly several troll strongmen began to smash head-sized stones down from a distance.
"Boom! Crack!"
The centipede made a loud noise as it rushed towards the car, and it felt like it would fall apart in the next second, but it was harder than the turtle shell, so it was stunned to hold it.
Forget it all, in the telescope, I only saw a burly troll actually uprooting a sharpened tree trunk and dropping it condescendingly on a 30-meter-high cliff.
The tree trunk with thick human legs is a full three meters long. If this thing is dropped, unless it is missed, it is much more terrifying than any ballista.
Unexpectedly, this specially made 'ballista' drew a perfect parabola and hit the rushing vehicle at a 60-degree angle.
"Ah!" exclaimed the baroness.
Mograine couldn't bear to watch any longer. After all, in the car, there was a baron, a priest of the Holy Light, and ten elite soldiers.
It depends on who is unlucky and nailed to the ground by the pierced stake.
He suddenly discovered that only McDonald sat in the same place with incomparable calmness and took a sip of his drink: "Lord Stratholme, are you not worried?"
McDonald's smiled lightly: "If this crap can penetrate the 1-inch (2.54cm) thick Thorium armor under the three-layer cowhide, then I lose!"
When the people around heard it, they gasped on the spot.
I have seen a loser, but I have never seen such a loser.
Under the same hardness, Thorium weighs only half of steel.
Ordinary knights, if they have a set of Thorium armor, it will be more than a lifetime, it must be a family heirloom, passed down for a hundred and dozens of generations.Thorium is widely recognized as the strongest metal in the Eastern Kingdom. It is both light and hard, so each set of Thorium armor is priced at a 'sky price' that knights can't reach.
Thorium armor, which costs a few hundred gold coins, can only be played by the top nobles.
Now the expensive Thorium ingots are used to make the armor of the rushing car! ?
Where the fuck is this rushing car?
This is a cash truck!
What the hell is going on with this thick envy and jealousy?
Not to mention the knights next to him, even Duke Mograine was hurt by someone's arrogance.
So willing to spend money, what should I do if the gadget gets stuck in the middle of the road and can't come back?
Over there, sure enough, it didn't disappoint. The car opened a small window near the top, stretched out an armoured arm, pulled the stump off a few times, and the car continued to drive!
(End of this chapter)
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