NOVEL NEXT Stratholme God
Chapter 569 This is quite bald
Chapter 569 This is quite bald
Even if there is no Illidan figure in the version 1.0 of "World of Warcraft", it does not prevent McDonald, a star chaser (pseudo), from coming to the War of the Ancients 1 years ago to chase stars.
How to chase?
Of course I believe him!
You know, all of McDonnell's men are noble troops, and they are miscellaneous troops when they are rounded up.
All the loyalty to the nobles was fake, it was purely because the Burning Legion went too far, took the younger brother and didn't take them to play, and killed all the other night elves, which forced them to unite as one.
The description in the history book is actually a bit harsh on the original owner of McDonald's current body [Desdel*Star Eye].
This time the commander of the Burning Legion is certainly a thief, but he basically only has night elves in land battles in his mind. How can there be 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 kinds of demons there are in the Burning Legion. How can they pay attention to air defense?
If you haven't tried the enemy's depth, how can you know your own strength?
What's more, under the premise that the Burning Legion slaughtered cities and villages, it was quite easy for the night elves to fight.
If there is anything wrong with Mr. Desdell, it is that in this historical defeat, he was stunned as soon as he was ambushed by the enemy, and he completely abandoned his duties as a commander.But he was cruel and forcibly ordered to end a certain army, so he wouldn't lose so badly.
Of course, if the idiot aristocrats are not dead, there will be no such thing as Jarod* Shadowsong.
Since Mai took over, all this has changed!
If it turns out that the gap between Garrod and Desdel is about the distance from A to Z on the keyboard, then I dare not say anything else. At the command level alone, McDonnell is N ranks higher than the original owner, probably the most The distance between the strong king and the bronze 5.
There is no way, commanding this thing not only tests talent and vision, but also requires experience.
Having experienced the second and third Dark Portal Wars, beating orcs, beating trolls, smashing bones, and slaughtering demons, McDonnell knew what the opponent was up to even with his eyes closed.
What's more, having experienced the restructuring of the alliance army, McDonald knows very well what the old-fashioned aristocrats are.
"What? Your Excellency Xingchen made such an order?"
This is still the era when the order is all based on roar, and the order is the most popular, when McDonald's order is issued.Most of the night elf nobles chose to accept it readily, because McDonnell's original words were:
[Since the enemy has retreated, there is no need for the noble night elf fighters to join in the pursuit. Please restrain the main force, use long-range weapons to press the formation behind, and let the heroic militiamen cut off the heads of those dirty demons. 】
The military system of the night elves 1 years ago was the same as the old-fashioned feudal army of human beings-the nobles led the most elite professional soldiers, and a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers with garbage equipment attached to them.
Because it was a critical moment for the survival of the race, and because of the relatively long lifespan of the night elves, civilians also knew how to practice martial arts. The morale and combat power of the dark elves were much higher than that of human farmers.
The aristocratic lord has arrogance in his bones. Anyway, how many demons' heads have been cut off by the militiamen under him, and the military exploits will be counted on their own heads. 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 collection 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 and plains chasing hellhounds, smaller fear guards and the like.
The situation is great!
At this moment, what was to come really came.
From the dark green, constantly tumbling low clouds, a large group of mephits with strange scarlet wings rushed out incomparably abruptly.
They have bat-like bodies, but with complete limbs and relatively thin metal armor.
These mephits, goblins, hellhounds and the like are all soldiers of the Burning Legion and do not belong to the core race. Driven by a few huge doom guards, they dropped the large jars hooked on their claws from the air.
Many jars shattered in mid-air, pouring down large swaths of magma fire rain!
"Ah! What is that!?"
"Help--"
The terrifying rain of human (devil) workers easily stunned the hundreds of night elves in the front who had been happily taking the lead.
In fact, originally this would be a wide-area rain of fire pouring down on the entire battlefield, enough to beat the main force of the night elves into dogs in one go.
Don't forget, there is also a conductor named Mai here.
Maybe Mai is not a human being now, he is a real dog.
All the ballistas in the rear had been cocked a long time ago, 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 bullets at an angle of [-] degrees ,put!"
With a wave of his hand, a large group of projectiles, which defied the laws of nature, rushed obliquely into the sky, and dealt a blow to the bat demons.
Their weak and slender wings are simply impossible to resist the huge three-leaf flying blade of the night elves' unique blade thrower.
The shape is a bit like the giant metal throwing blades of ninja darts, with a pretty outrageous splash effect.
This thing doesn't talk about physics, it talks about metaphysics!
Shooting it out from the ballista cart decorated with eagle heads, it flew over a distance of 200 meters, circling non-stop, drawing a bright arc in the air, and then the bat demon transformed into Magneto. The flying blade was sucked away.
The huge three-leaf blade easily cut through the bat's wings and flesh, bringing out pieces of bloody rain in the air, and often a flying blade can make a bunch of triple kills and quadruple kills by itself.
It seems that there is a definite number in the dark, and almost every arc can hit at least a plurality of targets.
As a result, the ballista made by McDonald's impromptu elven craftsman didn't look so useful.
Macdonald's version of the ballista is more practical, either firing a bowl-thick crossbow bolt, or getting a bunch of long arrows and firing them in clusters.
Anyway, with the cooperation of a hundred blade throwers and ballistas, a large number of bats can be shot down in one encounter.
"Huh?" An Eredar wizard opposite frowned.
This time the Burning Legion's lure and ambush couldn't be said to be ineffective, at least when the second wave of bat demons took advantage of the gap between the reloading of the elf ballista, they rushed down and poured rain of fire, achieving a certain degree of damage.
But the effect is not to force!
The opponent's long-range weapons were unexpectedly powerful, which turned a perfect ambush into a regular confrontation.
On the opposite side, McDonald decisively ordered to retreat.
In the case that the main force of the elves has not been hit hard as expected, the retreat of the elves can be said to be well-founded.
The dark elf nobles with a little knowledge of soldiers all shouted luck.
Compared with the escape of the large army, the loss of miscellaneous soldiers is not worth mentioning.
Oh, and one more thing, Illidan, who was at the forefront of the attack, was unfortunately shot.
A part of the head was burnt and bald.
Well, it's pretty bald!
(End of this chapter)
Even if there is no Illidan figure in the version 1.0 of "World of Warcraft", it does not prevent McDonald, a star chaser (pseudo), from coming to the War of the Ancients 1 years ago to chase stars.
How to chase?
Of course I believe him!
You know, all of McDonnell's men are noble troops, and they are miscellaneous troops when they are rounded up.
All the loyalty to the nobles was fake, it was purely because the Burning Legion went too far, took the younger brother and didn't take them to play, and killed all the other night elves, which forced them to unite as one.
The description in the history book is actually a bit harsh on the original owner of McDonald's current body [Desdel*Star Eye].
This time the commander of the Burning Legion is certainly a thief, but he basically only has night elves in land battles in his mind. How can there be 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 kinds of demons there are in the Burning Legion. How can they pay attention to air defense?
If you haven't tried the enemy's depth, how can you know your own strength?
What's more, under the premise that the Burning Legion slaughtered cities and villages, it was quite easy for the night elves to fight.
If there is anything wrong with Mr. Desdell, it is that in this historical defeat, he was stunned as soon as he was ambushed by the enemy, and he completely abandoned his duties as a commander.But he was cruel and forcibly ordered to end a certain army, so he wouldn't lose so badly.
Of course, if the idiot aristocrats are not dead, there will be no such thing as Jarod* Shadowsong.
Since Mai took over, all this has changed!
If it turns out that the gap between Garrod and Desdel is about the distance from A to Z on the keyboard, then I dare not say anything else. At the command level alone, McDonnell is N ranks higher than the original owner, probably the most The distance between the strong king and the bronze 5.
There is no way, commanding this thing not only tests talent and vision, but also requires experience.
Having experienced the second and third Dark Portal Wars, beating orcs, beating trolls, smashing bones, and slaughtering demons, McDonnell knew what the opponent was up to even with his eyes closed.
What's more, having experienced the restructuring of the alliance army, McDonald knows very well what the old-fashioned aristocrats are.
"What? Your Excellency Xingchen made such an order?"
This is still the era when the order is all based on roar, and the order is the most popular, when McDonald's order is issued.Most of the night elf nobles chose to accept it readily, because McDonnell's original words were:
[Since the enemy has retreated, there is no need for the noble night elf fighters to join in the pursuit. Please restrain the main force, use long-range weapons to press the formation behind, and let the heroic militiamen cut off the heads of those dirty demons. 】
The military system of the night elves 1 years ago was the same as the old-fashioned feudal army of human beings-the nobles led the most elite professional soldiers, and a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers with garbage equipment attached to them.
Because it was a critical moment for the survival of the race, and because of the relatively long lifespan of the night elves, civilians also knew how to practice martial arts. The morale and combat power of the dark elves were much higher than that of human farmers.
The aristocratic lord has arrogance in his bones. Anyway, how many demons' heads have been cut off by the militiamen under him, and the military exploits will be counted on their own heads. 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 collection 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 and plains chasing hellhounds, smaller fear guards and the like.
The situation is great!
At this moment, what was to come really came.
From the dark green, constantly tumbling low clouds, a large group of mephits with strange scarlet wings rushed out incomparably abruptly.
They have bat-like bodies, but with complete limbs and relatively thin metal armor.
These mephits, goblins, hellhounds and the like are all soldiers of the Burning Legion and do not belong to the core race. Driven by a few huge doom guards, they dropped the large jars hooked on their claws from the air.
Many jars shattered in mid-air, pouring down large swaths of magma fire rain!
"Ah! What is that!?"
"Help--"
The terrifying rain of human (devil) workers easily stunned the hundreds of night elves in the front who had been happily taking the lead.
In fact, originally this would be a wide-area rain of fire pouring down on the entire battlefield, enough to beat the main force of the night elves into dogs in one go.
Don't forget, there is also a conductor named Mai here.
Maybe Mai is not a human being now, he is a real dog.
All the ballistas in the rear had been cocked a long time ago, 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 bullets at an angle of [-] degrees ,put!"
With a wave of his hand, a large group of projectiles, which defied the laws of nature, rushed obliquely into the sky, and dealt a blow to the bat demons.
Their weak and slender wings are simply impossible to resist the huge three-leaf flying blade of the night elves' unique blade thrower.
The shape is a bit like the giant metal throwing blades of ninja darts, with a pretty outrageous splash effect.
This thing doesn't talk about physics, it talks about metaphysics!
Shooting it out from the ballista cart decorated with eagle heads, it flew over a distance of 200 meters, circling non-stop, drawing a bright arc in the air, and then the bat demon transformed into Magneto. The flying blade was sucked away.
The huge three-leaf blade easily cut through the bat's wings and flesh, bringing out pieces of bloody rain in the air, and often a flying blade can make a bunch of triple kills and quadruple kills by itself.
It seems that there is a definite number in the dark, and almost every arc can hit at least a plurality of targets.
As a result, the ballista made by McDonald's impromptu elven craftsman didn't look so useful.
Macdonald's version of the ballista is more practical, either firing a bowl-thick crossbow bolt, or getting a bunch of long arrows and firing them in clusters.
Anyway, with the cooperation of a hundred blade throwers and ballistas, a large number of bats can be shot down in one encounter.
"Huh?" An Eredar wizard opposite frowned.
This time the Burning Legion's lure and ambush couldn't be said to be ineffective, at least when the second wave of bat demons took advantage of the gap between the reloading of the elf ballista, they rushed down and poured rain of fire, achieving a certain degree of damage.
But the effect is not to force!
The opponent's long-range weapons were unexpectedly powerful, which turned a perfect ambush into a regular confrontation.
On the opposite side, McDonald decisively ordered to retreat.
In the case that the main force of the elves has not been hit hard as expected, the retreat of the elves can be said to be well-founded.
The dark elf nobles with a little knowledge of soldiers all shouted luck.
Compared with the escape of the large army, the loss of miscellaneous soldiers is not worth mentioning.
Oh, and one more thing, Illidan, who was at the forefront of the attack, was unfortunately shot.
A part of the head was burnt and bald.
Well, it's pretty bald!
(End of this chapter)
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