Stratholme God

Chapter 62 Big ticket!

This starts when the sand sculpture player starts guerrilla (jungle).

In Anduin Lothar's eyes, even if he fought a guerrilla attack, it would be better for a native of Elwynn Forest to go there, so he was familiar with the terrain.He prefers to leave this elite force as a mobile force, and fill it wherever the defense line collapses.This is better for defensive battles.

[Zhao Xiao] rubbed his eyebrows: "Your Excellency Lothar, although I don't want to admit it, we guys are used to being wild outside. There are probably less than 1000 people who can calm down and be the defenders. The rest, even if they are controlled by force, they And soon he'll slip away and kill the orcs himself."

Anduin was stunned, subconsciously wanting to get angry, and suddenly Bolvar pulled his elbow, and Anduin suddenly realized that this army comparable to the Praetorian Guard was a guest army.People can completely ignore his command, mess around on their own, and lose, at most, a dukeship promised to the Duke of Stratholme.

This amorous, tyrannical duke is already the only noble who is dedicated to supporting Stormwind Kingdom.

In addition to the soldiers, there are also a large amount of food and second-hand arms, which are provided to Stormwind Kingdom in the form of 50-year installment interest-free loans.The price is still based on the price before the war, which is already very conscientious.

Bolvar has already conveyed that, if he thinks it is appropriate, there can be thousands of soldiers like this.

Although they didn't say it there, it can be speculated that this should be the legendary New World expedition team, of a semi-official nature.Promised that as long as you do something and lay down any new territory, you will be awarded the title of pioneering knight and so on.

Anyway, the world is someone else's vassal, none of your business, and Anduin can't blame it.

Eventually Anduin agreed.

"Although I say that, I'm a little sorry for you, but all we can provide is black bread." Anduin was also poor, and the front-line soldiers fought bloody battles. Because Stormwind City couldn't receive this year's autumn food, the number of refugees exceeded the table. Provides the most difficult brown bread to swallow.

"No, we bring our own dry food." A player named [Chu Jiayun] raised the peculiarly shaped 'dry food' in his hand.

"What is this?" Anduin froze as he looked at the slap-sized, little-girl-shaped white bread or something.

"This is our special emergency dry food [Paimon], which is rich in various nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, minerals and vitamins. Eat one piece and top ten pieces. After eating it, I feel cute." [Junchen Tianya] Yi Yiyi Said with a slanted mouth and a hilarious face.

As soon as he finished speaking, his butt was set on fire by [Zhao Xiao], and the whole person jumped into the river with a strange cry of "quack".

"Sorry, Your Excellency, please ignore this fool."

Anduin knew that he couldn't persuade him, but only emphasized: "I need to see the results."

"you will!"

The sand sculpture players sang songs and ate hot pot on the road.

right!The style of painting is such a beast!

They actually have the ability to let the murloc carry a wooden frame like a sedan chair, with a stove and a bonfire on it... God, he meows while eating and marching.

Normally, no matter which way they go, they will run into tons of orcs.

They traveled by water, and the rivers in the forest were generally wide and fast, and there were murmurs everywhere.

Orcs are also very annoying to these annoying little guys. As long as they can't make a move, these murlocs will spread their legs and run away, and once they enter the water, they will not be able to catch up.

The murlocs also hold grudges, and they come and go. When they see the orcs wanting to go to the river to drink water, the murlocs will throw their spears and serve them.

Most of the time, the murloc's small spears that are only sixty centimeters long can't kill people, but they can stab an orc enough to drink a pot.

Orcs are a typical nomadic people who have lived by hunting for thousands of years.The medical conditions are very bad. Once injured, they rely on the body to resist. At most, they can find some paste-like earthen herbs from the shaman to apply it. God knows how effective it will be.

Gradually, the orcs would not be near rivers and lakes, and would rather dig wells to find water to drink.

The orcs didn't expect that there would be sand sculpture players mixed with murlocs...

"Okay! Everyone learns from me... purr purr--yes! That's how to lick..." [Free Blue Bird] is teaching the murloc how to lick the tip of the spear with his tongue before throwing it.

A group of murlocs imitated him and made a posture similar to that of eating skewers. Of course, they were not as showy as this guy.

The murloc's teeth are relatively sharp, and if there is no plate armor to protect it, the human arm will be bloody and bloody even if it is not bitten off.

The key is that the murloc's mouth is very dirty, and the saliva is full of various bacteria, which is comparable to the mouth of the monitor lizard.This thing seeps into the wounds of humans and orcs, it is highly poisonous!

Then, everything is ready except for the east wind.

On this day, several sand sculpture players finally found their target.

[Knowing Qiu overnight]: "Should be right?"

[Comic Fan Club]: "It's definitely true, the black skin is easy to recognize, it's definitely the Black Rock clan."

At this stage, the Kingdom of Stormwind knew almost nothing about the composition of the orcs' forces, and it was only through the half-blooded orc Garona, who jumped into loyal ministers, that he learned some information.

But there are no sand sculpture players who are proficient in the history of Azeroth to be professional.

Even if this is a real parallel world, when the player looks at the past, anyone who does not know will have a [? ? ? ], which does not prevent players from recognizing key characters from memory.

such as……

[[-] Originium Stones a day is not enough] One finger: "See that red skin with a square-headed hammer!"

Most orcs drank the blood of demons, and their skins turned a strange green.

There are always exceptions, such as the Blackrock clan orcs whose skins are as black as carbon from the beginning, they will not change color after taking medicine.There is also Orgrim, who, as a deputy, follows the current warchief and the leader of the Blackrock clan, the Destroyer *Blackhand (transliterated as Blackhand).

The No. [-] person who will take over as the Great Chief according to history has a typical brown-red skin because he has never touched the blood of demons.The pure metal square-headed hammer [Destruction Hammer] in his hand is incompatible with the bone blades of most orcs and the primitive weapons of wood tied to stones.

It is cast from metal smelted by the fire element of a volcano in Draenor, the homeland of the Orcs, with an oak handle.The orcs firmly believe that this is the incarnation of the [Heart of Draenor].

Almost as soon as the player identified it, the system marked it as [Orgrim, the deputy of the great chieftain * Doomhammer].

"Haha!" The players backed off with a smirk.

……

Orcs love wargs.

Draenor's warg is not a husky.

Think about it, because the muscle density is greater, an adult orc about two meters and one meter weighs more than [-] pounds on average.

As a mount, if it is too small, it is probably as tragic as a human trying to ride a teddy dog ​​as a mount.

An adult wolf weighs about 1.7 to [-] kilograms. When all fours are on the ground, its back height is more than [-] meters, and its size is probably slightly larger than that of an adult male Siberian tiger.

This is why at this stage the human cavalry meets the wolf cavalry and loses Jiutiaojie.

People can not only run with orcs, but also bite people and grab enemies with their claws.

In order to maintain the wildness of the warg, when there is no threat from foreign enemies, orc riders will choose to free the warg.Anyway, Elwynn Forest is full of prey, even after burning it.

Just as Orgrim was discussing logistical matters, he suddenly heard the wailing of his own wolves.

(End of this chapter)