Stratholme God

Chapter 24 How did they get here?
Gently swaying the rare glass, and taking a sip of the [Ford Special Brew] purchased from the Galina Brewery in Stormwind City, which sells for 2 gold and 17 silver, McDonald's felt a little intoxicated.

He pointed to the tool man Mayor Thlas Baseras: "Show me the latest military spending."

"Follow your will." The tool man came back after a circle, and brought a large stack of ledgers: "Your Excellency, this is the aggregated ledgers, and this is the sub-item."

Have to admit, this tool is very competent.

From the life-saving money for recruiting soldiers in Stratholme, to the daily food expenses of the army after the expedition, food wastage, and pensions, every item is clear, and the pensions are also stamped by different people's handprints.

It's just that the amount makes someone a little dissatisfied.

Only lost more than 5000 gold coins?

The tool man also thought that the master was dissatisfied with the high cost: "My master, a lot of things can be recycled. Even if the skin made of animal skins is shot to rot, it can be used as a small shield for the infantry by cutting it. The Thorium plate on it can be used again. Melted into thorium ingots for secondary use."

The more McDonald's listened, the more unhappy he became: You have already told the system, and the system will definitely not let me waste it at will.Sure enough, you should be sold to Stormwind City.

He waved his hand: "Understood, finish this battle first, and then discuss the follow-up."

"Yes."

McDonald's turned his attention to the direction of the top of the mountain again.

In ancient times, it was not good to fight. At the moment when magical communication was not yet popular, the way to fight and obtain information was still very single relying on the messenger.

At this moment, on the mountain.

"All the Scarlet Crusaders obey the order - raise your shields! Walk together!" Abidis's loud voice lifted the spirits of the 1000 red-armored infantry.

The blood-red bright armor reflects the strange light in the sun, and looking down from the higher troll altar, it looks like a sea of ​​blood is slowly pressing.

The neat and clanging sound of the iron boots stimulated the ears of the trolls.

The trolls line up along the pyramid-shaped altar, with infantrymen with stout spears at the bottom, and shadow hunters standing a little higher.

If it is simply a showdown of cold weapons, this formation is no problem.

After all, even if the human crossbow has a long range, in theory, depending on the height of the altar up to 50 meters, the spear can also be remedied. It turns out that this is true.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" When the mortars were lined up in the back of the army, and after they were set up, if someone was still there, they would definitely shout - Troll!Times have changed!

Even if the gunpowder bought from the dwarves is the so-so [strong gunpowder], which is a notch higher than the inferior black powder, and not even a mortar shell, the advantage is that it can provide long-range support for the army with a range of more than 500 meters. Where the shells go after they leave the muzzle is another matter.

Anyway, what the dead dwarf builds is thick, strong, and doesn't explode.

Then the boss of his family was arrogant and had enough mortar shells.

Twelve 60cm (correct caliber) mortar shells fired several rounds, only to see that there was no one alive on the side of the altar facing Taniguchi.

Abidis squinted his eyes, almost thinking that there was no more infantry, and immediately heard the strange sound of war drums.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh—" The original and rough drum sound came from behind the altar.

Today, the sound of the drum is hard to hear, as it represents the lost glory of the Amani troll empire.

2800 years ago, drums like this were heard on every frontal battle against trolls.

Looking at the troll soldiers who rushed out from behind the altar and used skirmish lines to offset the damage of the shelling, Abidis's face flushed with excitement: "Prepare-"

The human sword and shield soldiers in the front row and the spearmen in the middle row clenched their weapons at the same time.

The troll warrior ran and ran. After entering the range of the human bow and crossbow, the running speed suddenly accelerated, and his eyes showed a strange red color.

They ran the S slightly, trying to evade long-range attacks with agility.

"Be careful! That's the troll's racial talent [Rage]! They're dangerous at the moment!" The hooded Veresa was among the human bowmen, and she was appointed as a temporary 'leader'.

Her first arrow will serve as a guide for the 100-man archer team.

"Hey—" The turquoise arrow slanted upwards 40 degrees, traversing the battlefield like a rainbow.

It seemed that he was going to shoot into the air, but it turned out that after a troll ran out of the S-curve, he seemed to hit his eyeballs on the arrowhead desperately.

A blow that pierced through the head, a natural kill.

What's even more awesome is that this kind of predictive attack is like a net. More than 30 trolls are like a sparrow hitting the net. Among them, more than 20 trolls are unlucky and are directly headshot to death by multiple arrows. .

With three rounds of rapid fire in one breath, more than a hundred trolls were shot down to the ground, making the trolls' offensive stagnate.

It seemed that Abidis wished he had an archer team of 500 people, so that no trolls would rush over at all.

The two armies finally fought.

Originally, trolls have stronger physical fitness than humans. When trolls attack speed by 30% and movement speed by 10%, they are simply monsters.

The only good news is that the troll's [Rage] doesn't last long, usually 10 seconds, and some powerful trolls are a little longer, and it won't exceed 30 seconds.

The front line was suddenly full of flesh and blood.

Abidis saw with his own eyes that a human sword and shield soldier was slashed on the shield by a troll with an axe, then waved his long arm, and hooked the whole shield soldier, including the person with the shield, out of the battle line, and was pierced by three spears in his body. Under the circumstance, he still bit down, biting off the neck of the shield soldier.

Humans have the upper hand, but casualties will definitely not be less.

Humans slowly advanced the front line, killing all the way to the altar.

But when it hits, Abidis doesn't feel right...

"Wait! Where's the troll shadow hunter?"

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

Someone is comfortably waiting for good news.

Hey!

Don't say anything just positive.

In the past, when I was playing chicken, I never just shot!

What M4 do you want?

What do you want a sniper?

Why do you want eight times blind glasses?

My lord, I lay down on the ground with a wretched machine gun, filled with medicine bags and bandages, squatted in a hut with shotguns, and squatted in various corners of the whole process.

Just let those guys with the word "Just" written on their foreheads see, what is the king of stealth eating chicken in the audience!
McDonald's is very satisfied with his arrangement.

There are six big men in front of him, and there are silver two saints as bodyguards.

There are so many famous heroic units in the history of Azeroth, my lord, my level A has been equal to a big move in the past.

Merely Talekin, ridiculous!

I don't do anything, just wait to get paid.

I asked, who else! ?

MacDonald looked at the fierce and gleaming [dwarf fishing rod] beside him with satisfaction: "Little brother dei, I'm afraid I won't need you."

The voice fell, and suddenly there was an exclamation in front of the barracks.

"Ah! Troll!"

For no reason, the huge wooden gate that Mograine helped erect collapsed.

In the dust of the sky, a group of hunchbacked green monsters rushed over fiercely.

That's not what a troll is! ?

"Fuck! How did they get here?" McDonald was shocked!

(End of this chapter)