MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 20 I feel the same

   Chapter 20 I feel the same

   Of course, several shadow hunters suddenly appeared, and a bunch of spears were thrown over.

  If nothing else, after one and three-quarters of a second, that arm will look like a skewered chicken wing. The scene was so brutal that the baroness was so frightened that she threw away her monocular.

   Only Mai was extremely calm.

   The mere Thorium armor, of course, can't withstand the full blow of the elite shadow hunter, unless the armor is as thick as the armor of the rushing car below.

   The point is, the owner of that arm is Uther!

   It wasn't that Uther became a macho when he became a paladin, but he himself was a macho, but after changing careers, he became... a peerless macho.

I saw that the arm didn't retract, the golden light flashed, and the backhand "slapped" a few times, it turned out to be the armour piece on the back of the hand, hitting the blunt edge of the spearhead at the perfect 90-degree angle of incidence, as if rushing. A few spears flew like flies, and finally he slowly retracted his hand.

   At this scene, Mograine was stunned: "Lord Stratholme, where did you find it... Priest!?"

Someone smiled brightly: "This has nothing to do with me. It is the disciple of Archbishop Fa'ao. According to his ideas, in response to the lack of attack power of the priest and the needs of the new generation of war in the Kingdom of Stormwind, he also wants to create a combination of warriors. The power of the cleric and the healing ability of the priest—a brand new class called [Paladin].”

   "Ah! This is the power of the Holy Light..."

  Mograine's thoughts were very clear. The other nobles could not grit their teeth on the spot, squeezed time, squeezed out a fief, and dug Uther back as their own vassal. What he saw was the power of the Holy Light.

  Perhaps, that's why he became the master of the [Ashbringer] that can turn the undead into flying ashes!

On the opposite side of   , the turtle shell that was completely unable to penetrate the human rushing car, finally a troll couldn't help it and took the initiative to seek melee combat.

A dozen or so trolls, like goats, jumped down from the cliffs that humans recognize as "cliffs", with only a few footholds with at most one sole of their feet, and a few horizontally jumped down to a height of 30 meters. The mountain wall, scratching and screaming, rushed towards the rushing car.

  The centipede car didn't even stop, it was still moving forward, only two small windows were opened near the "eaves" of the car.

   "Boom!"

The    troll rushed within 30 meters, and the sharpshooter with the crossbow shot.

   The unimaginable crossbow arrow easily shot through the troll's cheek. That scene was really brutal, like a watermelon.

   A dozen cars shot at the same time, and in the end, only two trolls charged with sharp arrows and rushed to the side of the car like crazy.

   Waiting for him were a few spears like poisonous snakes spitting out letters.

The next scene was quite brutal. The troll was pierced through the chest by five or six guns, like a roast suckling pig, and danced to the air. Only then did another long gun stick out, a shot from the troll's two long The fangs passed through, poking the green head.

  The centipede team started to move again, not in a hurry, but it just made the troll mentality explode.

   All the known methods of trolls have been used, but there is no way to take this group of weird humans, it is simply a big migration of the hedgehog family.

   I don't know which troll head roared, but after all, there was no obstruction for the next time, allowing the centipede team to slowly go to the first mountainside platform.

  The centipede began to split and turned into little ants. The rushing cars that had not been attacked too much were transferred to the front line and formed a circle to protect the first few rushing cars that had just been filled with spears.

   "That's right! It's a genius idea!" Mograine was very satisfied watching his team of rushing teams occupy the mountainside more than 200 meters above the ground.

  The position overlooks the tops of all the mountain walls on both sides of the mountain road below. If the troll dares to come, it will become a human occupying the high ground and taking advantage of the high and low. Even if a troll's sneak attack is successful, if he wants to return to Zumashal, he must first ask the human blockade on the mountainside.

  Zumashaer is not too high, about 600 meters above sea level, and there is a similar turning position in the back. According to the progress, Zumashar will be killed in two days.

   I thought it would be good to consolidate the results we achieved today. I didn't expect McDonald's to have a backer.

   When he raised his hand, a trumpeter would blow the trumpet.

   A hundred swordsmen held a thick wooden tower shield one person high, covering twenty crossbowmen and a large number of civilians.

   Each group of three villagers carried a rectangular plank of 4 meters by 1.5 meters diagonally. The large plank made of N pieces of wood was also covered with two thick layers of animal skins.

  Minfu did nothing, rushed to the edge of the cliff and put it on the spot, the huge wooden wall and the cliff immediately formed a triangle, which was a good defense against attacks from the outside world.

That's not all. After the wooden walls were piled up to form a passage that looked like a cave but full of gaps, a group of carpentry cats entered with their waists up, slammed their hammers and started to reinforce them. Using the hasps and other things prepared in advance, a piece of Blocks of wooden walls joined together.

   This is all the way to the middle of the mountain to ensure logistics.

   Mograine and Abidis stared at their pockets.

   This is to build a line of defense all the way to the door of the troll?

   How much does it cost for so many hides?

   McDonald waved his hand calmly: "I think, compared to this small amount of money, the lives of soldiers in Lordaeron are more precious!"

  Unconsciously, the eyes of the soldiers around him were a little wet.

   In these days, which nobleman does not use soldiers as cannon fodder in wars?

  Although his own duke looks a little bit awkward, I don't know why, I think McDonald's is a great moment at this moment!

  Some soldiers secretly spread the word of McDonald's...

   After a while, the passage was opened, and the soldiers in the rushing vehicle on the mountain were replaced.

  Many people lost their strength.

   They are not ordinary soldiers. The first batch of people to go up are professionals who have successfully transferred to [Warrior]. It's just that many people, according to the game, when players are generally level 60, their upper limit is level 10 and level 20. They have physical strength and stamina that surpass ordinary people, but there is always a distance from the real elite.

   This is also amazing.

"Warriors, thank you for your hard work! Today's hard work, please enjoy tonight's feast to the fullest. You don't have to be on duty tomorrow, and you can rest assured to hand over your lives to Paoze." In front of you are the rare, large barrels of wine, and delicious roast meat that is browned and covered with spices.

   "Long live Lord Stratholme!"

   Wearing a full set of battle armor, pushing a car up a steep slope, even as a professional, is definitely an unimaginably heavy physical work.

   At this moment, they feel it is worth it!

  McDonald turned around and looked at the other soldiers who gathered not far away, his throat gurgling, and at this moment, he looked like a dragon king with a crooked mouth: "Do you want it?"

   "Want to—" Thousands of voices in unison.

"Then go and do meritorious deeds tomorrow!" McDonald grabbed a large amount of bright Arathor silver coins from the cash box beside him, and the coins fell with a tinkling sound: "Kill those trolls! You guys! A hero of Lordaeron. A hero deserves to be treated like a hero!"

   "Oh oh oh -" Everyone seemed to have been beaten with blood, waving their fists and shouting excitedly.

  Abydis looked at someone in the evil smirk, and secretly said to Mograine, "For some reason, I just think McDonald's sucks!"

Mograine really wanted to show the restraint and demeanor of a nobleman, but after half a second of deep thought and familiarity, thinking that he was so familiar with Abidis anyway, he secretly covered his mouth: "Okay, I admit... Feel the same!"

   (end of this chapter)