MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 44 lok'tar plan (below)

  Chapter 44 The lok’tar Project (Part 2)

  In the secret room of the Duke of Stratholme's mansion, Bolvar sat up opposite McDonald's, looking restless, especially when the screams came, he stood up and clenched his fists.

   "I...would we do something wrong." The honest man's face was full of guilt.

At this time, a slightly old female voice came from the corner: "Your Excellency Duke Fordragon, please rest assured, if the battle strength on this long street is half of what the Duke of Stratholme claims, this is destined to cause very bad consequences. ."

   McDonald glanced at the old female thief with a mask and crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised.

   Pasonia Shore - She single-handedly founded the secret intelligence organization [MI7] in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and was the grandmother of the later legendary thief master Mathias Shore.

   McDonald drank the red wine in his hand: "You have my promise!"

  What a joke, the Four Saints of Silver are in the Holy Light Church at the end of the street, and the street is especially the palace.

  If this can overturn the car, then... whoever deserves the bad luck.

  …

   Outside, Duke Andorhal's carriage was very unfortunately chosen by the berserk beasts as the first target.

   The furious orc roared, ignoring the stab of the guard who jumped from the carriage, stabbed his forehead with a stab, and his scalp was cut with a huge 10cm cut.

   He continued to slam into the carriage with a shoulder thrust.

   The magic protection array on the carriage took effect automatically at the same moment it was impacted, interweaving a light blue mesh of brilliance, finally avoiding the tragic fate of being blown up in the first place.

  The impact force can’t be eliminated casually. At that moment, the carriage seemed to have suffered a terrible small earthquake. The whole thing turned to the left and fell to the ground, even knocking the horses to the ground.

The fat pig Duke Andorhal in    was kicked up by the sudden impact with a thud, and slammed into the duchess beside him.

   Not that there were no noble guards to fight back, but this was the center of Lordaeron, and the guards were only equipped with a symbolic cross sword. For the sake of beauty, the blade is often very thin.

  This will cause them to suffer a big loss whenever they collide with the iron stick of the cage held in the hands of the orcs.

   "Ah!" One of the guards had his saber broken first, and then was hit by an iron rod that slammed into the room. He was snorted and flew to the gate of the Stratholme family's mansion.

  The long street was full of troops, and the guards did not form an effective counterattack because they were caught off guard. After all, their main task was to protect their lord, and the carriages in the distance immediately rushed to speed up their escape.

The    adjustable head and hasty control of the horse led to more accidents.

   After the siege by the guards of the slave owner Ritter failed, the thirty orcs who escaped from the cage became lawless.

   Kill the red-eyed orcs, and whip up anything pleasing to the eye as a weapon.

  The branches of the cage, the stone benches by the roadside, and even the 2.5-meter-high iron street lamps lit by oil lamps were all pulled up by them with terrifying brute force.

   A hapless viscount was dragged out of the overturned carriage by the orcs and torn apart on the spot.

   That scene was pretty restricted.

   Bolvar, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, listened to the live voice broadcast of his subordinates, and felt more and more bad: "Your Excellency, are you really okay?"

"It's alright." McDonald waved his hand indifferently: "On this long street, there are at least 2,000 guards in all the mansions, among which there are 500 official knights. Besides, in the battle against trolls, they are skilled The Four Lights of Trolls...the priest is at the end of the street."

   Thirty orcs came out this time. Is it still possible to go to heaven?

Do not! I'm the first McDonald's to not believe it!

   McDonald's is still too tender, he neglected one thing - the human heart.

  The duty of a guard is to protect his master.

  The master is fine, that is the greatest success of the guards.

   Especially when the situation is unknown, shutting the gate of one's own mansion and waking up all the guards and servants to prepare for battle is already the limit of what the guards can do.

  Where does so much courage come from?

   Just as the guards on the long street were all dead, a group of black mold turtles were about to be slaughtered by orcs, and the leading orcs saw the most splendid palace.

   The gorgeous tower in purple and white, like the brilliant lights of the city that never sleeps, deeply stimulated the nerves of the orc leader.

  The blood of demons makes the orcs violent and destructive, but it doesn't mean that they completely lose their minds.

Knowing that he had gone deep behind the enemy's back and had no chance to return alive, the lead orc made a decision with astonishing intuition - he waved a machete he grabbed from his hand, aimed at the gate of the palace, and the shocking voice resounded in the night sky: "Lok 'Tar-Ogar! (Win or die)!"

   "Lok'Tar-Ogar!"

  Pristine and rough, with the struggle of the orcs in the barren land for thousands of years, the strong spiritual inheritance forged with blood and life.

  The roar of thirty people had the astonishing momentum of thousands of people.

   The loud roar shook the entire long street, the city of Lordaeron, and even... the entire kingdom!

   They carried a variety of weapons and launched a death charge towards the palace.

  If the quality of the royal guards is good enough, they will definitely close the gate of the palace as soon as possible.

   The problem is that Lordaeron has not been hit by war for at least a thousand years.

  The once aggressive Lordaeron has become solidified due to limited territorial expansion.

   There are still border areas where trolls or monsters are infested, and the quality of the army is not bad, and the troops of Lordaeron in other areas are quite stretched.

  Most of the royal guards are the children of nobles. Except for the royal guards who protect Terenas and Arthas who can really fight, the rest are embroidered pillows.

   Handsome is done.

  The eldest son inherits the title and family business, and the following sons are stuffed into the royal guards or the imperial guards to make a profit. This is a very common practice.

   When these young master soldiers faced the berserk orcs, they looked at the other side like a fool.

   The burly figure is half a body taller than a human, with strange green skin like a **** demon, and his round and protruding eyes are like a pair of rolling red lava balls.

   With a savage aura of hunting all things, it stares at these scary wastes with cruel eyes.

   Without any mercy, the sword fell.

   These young soldiers are not as good as the guards and bodyguards in the arena just now, and they were easily killed and scattered.

After the three guards who watched the gate were killed, these scumbags abandoned their duties, even forgot to close the gate, and let the carriage that overturned because the horses were chopped to death pressed against the gate and creaked in the wind. moan.

   Thirty blood-soaked orcs marched all the way into the palace like this, killing the dance hall where no one left.

   "Ahhhh-"

"monster!"

   "There are monsters—"

   "Guards! Where are the guards?"

   Here, McDonald's is completely dumbfounded: No way! Is this the virtue of the royal guards? Even the young master, I can play ten of them one at a time!

MacDonald, who found himself playing with big hair, bit his head, just put on a Thorium breastplate, and rushed out of the garden at the front gate of the Duke's Palace with Bolvar, looking at the nervous and ignorant Serier Gram just assembled dozens of people.

   MacDonald's acting skills exploded. With a slightly trembling voice, he raised the long sword in his hand and shouted: "Follow me! Kill all the greenskins! Protect Your Majesty—"

  Serijek only felt a rush of blood rushed to Tianlinggai, and he shouted in desperation: "King Qin! Protect Your Majesty—"

   (end of this chapter)