Stratholme God

Chapter 759 Wuling Hongguang (1 more)
"Talent?" Plague Messenger North is a magnate with a strange appearance. He was an uncle in his 50s before his death. He painted his face with purple and black oil paint like bat wings, and had two braids of marijuana flowers hanging on his collarbone. superior.

Kel'Thuzad nodded: "Yes! Talented people! Those stupid peasants are not qualified to advance the era. Even if they join the Scourge, they are only worthy of being cannon fodder. Only heroes with a strong physique and extraordinary wisdom are eligible to enjoy eternity. life. Our biggest mistake before was not pulling Alsace and McDonald into the embrace of death."

Kel'Thuzad is a typical elitist, and he then elaborated on the recent feats of the two to prove his point.

It sounded a bit strange, but North and Hill Gai who were on the attack side nodded frequently.

This is the theory of the sect of the damned, that eternal life, that is, the undead is noble.Only the most elite mortals are eligible to be part of them, and the rest of the undead are mere cannon fodder.

North asked: "However, we don't have a chance to do anything now! The heroes of the living often come in and out with a large number of entourages, and the entire territory of the Stratholme Federation is covered by artillery."

Silgay followed: "The pieces of the Cult of the Damned in the living have been almost cleaned up."

Kel'Thuzad's eyes flickered: "Opportunities are created by myself..."

Today, the Hillsbrad Downs.

As the commander-in-chief of the group army stationed here, Alexandros Mograine has been patrolling various military camps in the entire region with his personal guards for several years.

He still prefers riding a horse to riding a car.

Times have changed, and he doesn't object to his subordinates taking cars.Of course, the formation is relatively large. Generally, there are no less than 5000 people traveling, and there are often 50 tanks, and more than a hundred self-propelled artillery or armored vehicles.

"Now we are likely to be attacked by two gangs of bones, and we must not be careless." Lao Mo is actually not old, he is now in his 40s, and he is in his prime.

Now that the main hero group of the alliance has gone to Silithus, as the left-behind general, he pays more attention to the defense of Hillsbrad Hills.

It is gratifying that the second and third generation generals of the alliance have begun to be cultivated.

Especially Garithos, the buffoon in history, became one of Lao Mo's deputies after going around in circles, which is very interesting.

Without the extremism and discrimination against high elves in the original history, Garithos has not grown crooked in this life.His command ability is actually above the standard, and now he is appointed by Lao Mo as the commander in chief of the [Defense Line against Alterac].

After inspecting it, Lao Mo was very satisfied with Garithos's combat readiness.

Garithos himself decided to dig five deep and long tank trenches in the direction of Alterac, and also preset a large number of diesel barrels. Once the Scourge uses corpse sea tactics, this can well resist ordinary skeleton soldiers and the charge of zombies.

In addition, the layered settings of flame-breathing tanks, conventional tanks, and artillery are quite reasonable, taking into account the layered anti-aircraft firepower layout.

Coupled with an excellent shift system, Garithers' preparations for the battle were impeccable.

Everything was normal at first, but when old Mograine returned to his temporary camp, he suddenly saw a dagger.He froze on the spot.

"My lord, what's the matter?" The guard noticed Lao Mo's strangeness.

"It's okay, you guys go out, I want to be quiet." Screening back his men, Lao Mo picked up the dagger on his camp bed, his eyes blurred.

It was given to his eldest son Renault that year.

For a time, countless memory images flooded my mind.

From a baby waiting to be fed, to a half-man practicing martial arts with a wooden sword, to a half-grown child who can ride a horse, to a young talent wearing armor to fight the enemy.

Once, he had great expectations for it, and at the same time educated him very strictly.

Just like his father taught him back then.

The bigger the Renault, the more rebellious it is.

He prevented Renault from liking his adopted daughter, which became the fuse of the father-son breakup.

Raynor was dead, killed in the battle of Silverpine Forest to prove his innocence.According to the reports of his personal guards, Raynor died in a very dishonorable manner.

Although McDonnell helped him cover up the past afterwards and gave Renault a "heroic death" award, Lao Mo knew that his son had betrayed him.

This has also become his eternal pain.

If it weren't for Darian's excellence, which somewhat healed the wounds in his heart, he would have been even more miserable.

He pulled out the dagger from the knife sheath, and was stunned to see a line: [If you still want to get back Lei Nuo's soul, come to XXX at 12 o'clock tonight, you are only allowed to bring no more than ten personal guards]!
Old Mograine's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pencil tip, and his breathing became short of breath.

……

At the same time, in Naxxramas.

North asked Silgay: "Do you think Mograine will be tricked?"

Sir Gai: "It's hard to say. The adults are very good at attacking the weaknesses of the other party's human nature. This in itself is just a trial..."

"He will come." The high-ranking archlich grinned, his bone jaw was empty, but everyone could feel Kel'Thuzad's smile: "I can sense the struggle in his soul."

"We don't have Renault's soul." North was puzzled.

"It's not important, the key is that Alexandros thinks we have it, and that's enough." The pride in Old Ke's voice could hardly be concealed.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, on the west side of Tarren Mill, across the road and near the mountains.

In order to reserve more tactical space, the open space here was abandoned after Naxxramas entered the Alterac Mountains.Countless cannons are aimed at this side, but there is no one.

A van with a special shape for the general public is driving in a relatively flat field.

For some reason, the red reflective car logo of [Wuling Hongguang] on the corner of the rear door looks very special under the reflection of the headlights.

The car stopped, and Lao Mo, who was dressed in military uniform, got out of the car with two guards, leaving only one driver in the car.

"I, Alexandros Mograine - here I am! Sneaky fellow! Give up my son's soul!" The roar of the old prince resounded through the mountains.

"Hehehe, Your Excellency the Duke is indeed a trustworthy person." Behind a big tree surrounded by five people, North and Silgay came out hand in hand.

At the same time, the surrounding ground kept shaking, and countless undead crawled out of the soil.

Two tunnels were opened, and hundreds of death knights riding undead horses and no less than twenty abominations suddenly appeared in the dark tunnel.Amidst the rapid sound of horseshoes, Lao Mo and his nervous guards who had drawn their swords out of their sheaths were surrounded by groups.

"Still be careful with that car." Hilgay reminded North to pay attention to the van.

North glanced at the car behind Old Mo, and spat disdainfully: How many people can be hidden in this little broken car?
(End of this chapter)