Gently swaying the rare glass, taking a sip of the [Ford Special Brew] purchased from the Galina Distillery in Stormwind City, which sold for 2 gold and 17 silver, McDonald felt a little intoxicated.

He pointed to the Tool Man Mayor Seras Bassoras, "Show me the recent military spending." ”

"Do your will." The tool man came back after a circle, and brought a large stack of ledgers: "Your Excellency, this is the summary ledger, this is the item. ”

I have to admit that this tool man is very competent.

From the money for the recruitment of soldiers in Stratholme, to the daily food expenses of the army after the expedition, the food loss, and the pension, everything is clear, and the pension is also marked by the handprints of different people.

It's just that the amount of money makes someone feel dissatisfied.

Only defeated more than 5,000 gold coins?

The tool man also thought that the master was dissatisfied with the high cost: "My lord, many things can be recycled." Skins made of animal skins, even if they are shot badly, can be used as a small shield for infantry when cut. The silver plate on it can be melted into silver ingots again and reused. ”

The more McDonald listened, the more unhappy he became: You told the system, and the system will definitely not give me anything to waste at will. Sure enough, I should have sold you to Stormwind.

He waved his hand: "Got it, let's finish this battle first, and then discuss the follow-up." ”

"Yes."

Madondon's eyes were on the top of the hill again.

In ancient times, this was not good for war, and at a time when magic communication was not yet popular, the way to fight and obtain information was still very simple to rely on heralds.

At this moment, on the mountain.

"All of the Scarlet Cross Legion obey the order - raise their shields! March! Abidis's loud voice lifted the spirits of the 1,000 red-armored infantrymen.

The blood-red armor reflected an eerie glow in the sunlight, and from above the taller troll altar, it looked like a sea of blood was slowly closing in.

The neat and sonorous sound of iron boots stimulates the trolls' sense of hearing.

The trolls lined up along the pyramid-shaped altar, with infantry armed with stout spears at the bottom and Shadowhunters standing a little higher.

If it's just a duel of cold weapons, this array is fine.

After all, even if the human crossbow arrow has a long range, theoretically relying on the height of the altar up to 50 meters, throwing a spear can remedy it, so this is true.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "When the mortars are lined up behind the formation, and after they are set up, if someone is still there, they will definitely shout - trolls! Times have changed!

Even if the gunpowder bought from the dwarves is so-so [high gunpowder], which is a notch higher than the inferior black powder, and even the mortar shells are not good, it can provide long-range support to the army with a range of more than 500 meters, as for where the shells fly after leaving the muzzle, it is another matter.

Anyway, the things made by the dead dwarf are heavy, sturdy, and don't blow up.

And then the boss of his own family is arrogant, and the mortar ammunition is enough.

Twelve 60cm (caliber correct) mortars shelled a few rounds, only to see that there were no living people on the side of the altar facing Taniguchi.

Abidis narrowed his eyes, almost thinking that there was no more to the infantry, when he heard the strange sound of war drums.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooh-" The primitive and rugged drum beat came from behind the altar.

Nowadays, the drum is hard to hear, as it represents the lost glory of the Amani Troll Empire.

2,800 years ago, such drums could be heard on every frontal battlefield against trolls.

Looking at the troll soldiers who pounced from behind the altar to counteract the damage of the artillery bombardment with a skirmisher, Abydis's face flushed with excitement: "Ready-"

The human sword and shield soldiers in the front row, and the pikemen in the middle row, clenched their weapons at the same time.

The Troll Warrior ran and ran, and when he came within range of a human crossbow, his running speed suddenly increased, and his eyes took on a strange crimson color.

They run in small shapes, trying to dodge ranged attacks with agility.

"Be careful! That's the Troll's racial talent [Berserk]! They are dangerous at the moment! "The hooded Winlessa was in the hands of a human crossbow, and she was appointed as the temporary 'lead shot'.

The first arrow she shoots will serve as a guide for this team of 100 archers.

"Huh-" The blue-green arrow, obliquely upwards 40 degrees, crosses the battlefield like a long rainbow.

It looked like it was going to shoot into the air, but it turned out that one of the trolls ran out of the S-curve and hit the arrow with his eyes as if he didn't want to die.

A blow through the skull that gets a well-deserved kill.

What's even more awesome is that this kind of predictive attack is like a net, and more than 30 trolls are like sparrows that hit the net, and more than 20 of them are unlucky and are directly killed by multiple arrows in the head.

Three rounds of rapid fire in one breath shot more than 100 trolls to the ground, making the trolls' offensive stagnant.

Seeing that Abidis wished that he had a group of 500 archers, then no trolls would rush at all.

After all, the two armies were engaged.

Originally, trolls have stronger physical fitness than humans, and when the troll's attack speed is increased by 30% and the movement speed is increased by 10%, it is simply a monster.

The only good news is that the troll's [rage] does not last long, often only 10 seconds, and some powerful trolls are a little longer, no more than 30 seconds.

The front line was suddenly covered with flesh and blood.

Abidis saw with his own eyes that a human sword and shield soldier was cut on the shield by a troll with an axe, and then waved his long arm to send the shield soldier out of the battle column with a shield hook, and when his body was pierced by three spears, he still bit down and bit off the shield soldier's neck.

Humans have the advantage, but there will be no fewer casualties.

The humans slowly advanced the battle line, killing all the way to the altar.

But while fighting, Abidis felt wrong......

"Wait! What about the troll's Shadow Hunters? ”

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

Someone is comfortably waiting for good news.

Hey!

Don't just talk about what you say head-on.

In the past, when I played chicken, I never just shot!

What do you want M4?

What do you want to break the sniper?

What do you want eight times blindness?

Master, I am lying on the ground with a machine gun, the medicine bag is full of bandages, a scattered bomb squatting in the hut, the whole process is poisonous, squatting people in various corners, the wheat field is lying on the ground, the blood is replenished in the poison, picking up the dead man's box, whoever shows his ass I will kill whom.

Let those guys who write the word [Gang] on their heads take a look, what is the stealth chicken king in the audience!

For his arrangement, Madonald was satisfied.

There are six fierce men in front of him, and there are two saints of silver as bodyguards by his side.

There are so many famous hero units in the history of Azeroth, and my flat A has been equal to the ultimate in the past.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!

I didn't do anything, I just waited to get my head.

I asked, who else!?

McDonald looked at the [Dwarf Fishing Rod] with a fierce luster in his hand with satisfaction: "Little brother Dei, I'm afraid I won't need you." ”

The voice fell, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the front of the barracks.

"Ahh Trolls! ”

For no apparent reason, the huge wooden gate that Mograini had helped erect collapsed.

In the dust, a group of hunchbacked green-skinned monsters pounced fiercely.

That's not what a troll is!?

"! How did they get here? "Madondon was shocked!