MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 56 Where did the elite come from? (Ask for a recommendation ticket)

   Chapter 56 Where did the elite come from? (Ask for a recommendation ticket)

  [Stormwind Crest Shield], [King's Plate Armor], [Spear Cavalry Shoulders]…

   It looks exactly the same from a distance, but when you look at it up close, it scares people to death. The armor of [excellent] quality is enough to be an heirloom for ordinary knight families.

   Bolvar had never seen such a strange force.

  Theoretically, judging from the armor style and markings, those who come down from the gangway are the most common big-headed soldiers, but they are full of disobedience!

  Bolvar has only experienced such a powerful aura from elite soldiers, which is the aura of veterans who are accustomed to life and death.

   But how to explain this armor?

   On the shiny new armor, I could not find any dents or traces of repairs after damage.

   This kind of extremely laborious armor can be prepared in an hour and a half?

With a flash of   , Bolvar thought it was a force that McDonald had prepared in advance to overthrow the Kingdom of Stormwind.

  Fortunately, the guys who came down behind were much more normal. That is to say, the first 100 have the armor of Stormwind Kingdom, and the rest are all iron armors of various countries, which are used by elite infantry.

"Hello! Dear Duke Fordragon, I am the leader of this [Trident Legion] [Burning Dawn]! We take the name of the Duke of Stratholme and follow your command. Please forgive me, most of our people do not know Common language, so please convey your orders by appointing several captains."

   Bolvar was a little stunned. He never thought that the leader of such an elite force would be a girl with red hair and red eyes. She looked to be around fourteen or five years old. If it wasn't for her wearing a very luxurious looking red mage robe full of magic runes, Bolvar would almost think she was the daughter of a big boss.

   As for the name [Burning Dawn]... Bolvar just thought it was a code name.

For this troop, Bolvar has a natural vigilance: "You are welcome. Miss Zhuo Xiao, although I would like to welcome you on behalf of His Majesty Wrynn, the battle on the front line is very tight, and every new force will be able to cover the arrival of More civilians escaped. So... I hope you can go to the frontline camp in Goldtown and rest."

   Zhuo Xiao was unmoved and nodded: "Understood, after we have assembled, we will go directly to the front line after unloading our equipment and supplies."

  The pier of Stormwind City is not the big pier after reconstruction in later generations. The current pier is very small, and there are only two bays for large ships to dock. It took half a day to unload 3,000 people.

   Watching this mysterious force circle the inner city walls, pass through the Valley of Kings and the outer city walls of Stormwind City's outer defense line, and march to the town of Shining Gold in the south of the city, Bolvar and King Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  …

   On the other side, Anduin Lothar, Commander-in-Chief of Stormwind Kingdom, double-checked with the messengers with some doubts.

"Support from Lordaeron? An elite corps of 3,000 people? It feels like the First Legion of the Kingdom?" Anduin is now 39 years old, at the end of the golden age of a man, physically and mentally weaker than when he was young A bit lost, but the military experience is the most.

   went up to the sentry tower and looked at the neatly-decorated troops. Anduin was about to sigh, but he didn't expect the team to see him appear, and it actually became agitated.

   "ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

   "It's Lothar!"

   "Big handsome guy!"

   "Love, love!"

   "Anduin, I'm going to have a monkey with you."

  These guys are full of celestial words, and Anduin can't understand, but from the eagerness in the eyes of those guys, Anduin can know that these guys are excited because of his appearance.

   "When did I become a big celebrity?" Anduin was a little confused.

   As a commander, he has been offending a lot of people recently. The private soldiers handed over to him by the nobles will be burnt out in two or three days at most, so naturally he has no good face.

   How could he have the consciousness of being a big star.

   Suddenly, the alarm bell of "Dang Dang Dang" sounded from the front camp. As soon as Anduin turned his head, he saw the end of the 500-meter-long clearing in front of the Golden Town defense line, and countless green dots rushed out of the woods.

Do not!

   That's Orcs!

   Wearing the most primitive and almost non-existent armor, holding up barbaric clubs and axes, these burly green-skinned monsters ran out with red eyes like this.

   "Enemy attack—"

   A shrill roar resounded throughout the camp.

   "Commander Lothar! [Trident Legion] request to fight."

Lothar had no doubts about him. After all, these days, anyone who is not green-skinned and looks like a person is his own. With a wave of his hand, the camp door is opened, and he points to a gap in the camp on the right that has not yet been repaired. : "Over there! Go up!"

  The Trident Legion's high quality and quick response made Andu stunned.

   I saw that this corps threw their rucksacks on both sides of the road in an extremely neat manner. There were only less than 100 people left to pack up. The rest of them were running and finishing the whole team.

   What was originally a sparse parade of troops turned into a steel torrent of ten people side by side just after running 100 meters. They even came first, one step ahead of the soldiers in the camp to the gap in the wooden fence that had been demolished in the previous battle.

   "Shield Wall!"

   "Armored Grenadiers Ready!"

   The red-haired female mage shouted something Anduin couldn't understand, and immediately saw the soldiers rushing forward separated like a tide, forming a gorgeous shield wall that could be pulled straight with a ruler in less than 30 seconds.

   A kite-shaped [Stormwind Crest Shield] leaned on the ground, and a two-meter long spear stuck out in front of the shield, forming a neat thorny spear forest!

   Contradicted Anduin again. He thought it would be great for these soldiers to passively withstand the first round of the orcs' onslaught.

  Who knew that these soldiers made a right-to-left stumbling action against the orcs who were at the forefront.

The    long spear tip swept the orc's left ankle with great precision, and the heavier orc immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.

   didn't give them a chance to react, the spears from the second row protruded like snakes and pinned exactly on the chest of the orc's lack of armor.

   "Fire!"

   shouted, and a large number of glass wine bottles with lit cloth strips were thrown to the left and right by the soldiers in the back row.

  The beastman who was caught off guard suddenly became a fire man, slapping his body desperately in a scream of pain.

  When the two wings were restrained by flames, the legion made a bold attack.

   "Dog! Dog! Dog!" [Situ Yanpo] rushed to the front.

   In front of him was a furious orc. The tall orc slashed down with an axe. That kind of powerful and terrifying attack, I don’t know how many storm soldiers were killed in seconds.

   Seeing that [Situ Yanpo] actually lifted the shield with one arm to carry the axe, Lothar could hardly stand it any longer.

   Can the strength of a human be compared to that of a drug-drinking orc?

   I do not know how many ordinary soldiers kneeled in the attack of the three-axes.

   The terrifying impact force of 300 to 500 kilograms at every turn, without having to raise the shield with both hands, the best outcome is a broken bone.

   The accident happened again!

   A seemingly reckless block, but at the last moment before the axe and shield clashed, it became an action similar to [Shield Slam].

  The shield surface, which is 45 degrees from the axe, has a feeling of four or two.

   "Bang!" With a crisp sound, it was the orc's big axe that was bounced.

   Immediately, a seemingly simple obliquely upward long sword stabbed straight, full of the taste of hard work.

   The blade of the sword flashed, it had pierced the throat of the orc, and went straight up into the brain.

   Before even waiting for the orc's body to fall softly, the [Situ Yanpo] man had already dodged sideways and pounced on the next target.

   Not one, but all of them have this level.

   They don't have the gorgeous skills of warrior professionals, but they have super-skilled killing skills that other soldiers can't match.

   Watching the more than 100 orcs rushing up, they fell down like mowed wheat. No one was killed, and Lothar, who was standing on the sentry tower, was messed up.

   "Where did this elite from a hundred battles come from!?"

   (end of this chapter)