"What the hell is that?" The trolls of Zumashal have finally met an enemy, but not quite what they had imagined.

Heavy, slow, with an irresistible killing intent.

It was a string of man-made objects shaped like centipedes.

At first glance it is a house.

But no house would be loaded with a lot of metal spikes like this, and it felt like a bunch of hedgehogs marching in the big way.

"It's human—" Trolls' most powerful class is a hunter. Unable to look directly, they could easily tell from the deep footprints left behind the modified punch.

Seriously, if in the 21st century of the Celestial Empire, there are still people who incompetently and furiously fire at tanks with small arms, it is guaranteed that everyone will burst into laughter.

For real turtles, there are really a lot of cases of this kind of blind chickens firing with all their might.

Watching the long string of centipedes rushing into the mountain pass and being thrown by the troll Shadow Hunter, McDondon really had a trance of dreaming back to Earth in World War I.

At that time, the German army, which had never seen tanks, was helpless in front of the British [little nomad] tanks.

Now the trolls are pretty much the same.

Since being defeated by humans and elves more than 2,800 years ago, the trolls have gradually lost their ability to fight large legions, and instead evolved into the best of mountain and jungle warfare.

The mysterious and unguardable guerrilla mode is the label of a modern troll.

They've never seen such a bizarre frontal attack.

"Drink—" A strong troll exhaled, and his whole body was like a full longbow, and the heavy spear flew out of his hand, making a dazzling arc in the air, and plunged headlong into the strange chariot.

"Take!" With a bang, the spearhead shook violently on the front of the car for a while, and then it turned into one of the 'horns' used to defend the front of the car against foreign enemies.

When the first spear pierced the cowhide on the roof of the cart, a soldier pushing the cart shuddered, apparently startled.

Baron Rivendell next to him took a sip: "What are you afraid of, you haven't even pierced the second layer of cowhide." ”

He was quite experienced, and as soon as he heard the sound, he knew that he was far from breaking the defense.

This is the No. 1 car, which is covered with three layers of thick cowhide, and a large amount of broken wood is placed between each layer of cowhide as a buffer.

He suddenly noticed that Uther was calm: "You haven't been worried? ”

Uther glanced at him calmly: "I can't pierce it with my strength alone, why should the trolls penetrate it?" ”

Get! You old man knows that you just pretended to be a big man, do you know?

On the cliff, the trolls' eyes widened like brass bells, and they began to panic as they watched the strange 'behemoth' continue its climb slowly but surely.

"How is this possible!?"

"Bagana! WTF！ It's not scientific! ”

Don't get me wrong, the latter part was dubbed by a certain duke who played the play.

As the biggest boss, charging on the front line is definitely not something McDonald does. No one will give him this chance.

As a new, untested weapon, sending a Ravendell and Uther to take the lead is already a shame on the rotten moss troll.

Two macho men, plus a full ten soldiers, shrank in the centipede-headed cart that took the lead, shouting the number to push the cart forward.

Alas, fortunately they are not old men, otherwise the picture must be beautiful.

The idea was McDonald's, and of course he didn't want to be crammed into a small, unventilated car with a group of sweaty men.

At this moment, surrounded by a group of knights, accompanied by Mograini and Abydis, Baroness Annastari took the initiative to invite the baroness Annastari to serve, and was shaken with a big fan, listening to the special gongs and drums for the lion dance that never seemed to be tired of listening, and drinking [Arasaw's 1982 Sprite (actually iced lemonade)], McDondon felt that his war was like this...... Upstream.

Using a telescope to watch your centipede car turn into a hedgehog is a wonderful feeling.

In the middle of winter of "Knock Shovel! Ahem, ahem, and the sound of gongs and drums, the human soldier cart who was not harmed worked harder.

The mountain road is rugged, and it is basically a steep slope of about 45 degrees. The car is not easy to push.

People in this era have strength, after all, out of the town, the forest is full of wild boars the size of adult buffaloes or something, and there are very few wastewood like Mai someone.

The soldiers did not lack strength, and the centipede cart even had jerky and a kettle. The main thing is that if you are beaten and do not fight back, morale can easily decline.

With this ghost animal, it was like a gong and drum in the brainwashing cycle, and the soldiers pushed the cart up very hard.

"We'll be at the first makeshift camp soon." Abydis reminded.

It was a mountainside platform, the place was not large, only about 500 square meters, and the victory was protruding there, as long as the intersection was blocked, at least there was no need to worry about the sneak attack from the cliff overhead, and the soldiers could rest there.

"It's not that simple." Mograini muttered.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, all of a sudden, several troll Hercules began to smash rocks the size of a human head far away.

"Boom! Syllable! ”

The centipede made a loud noise as it rushed to the car, feeling as if it was going to fall apart in the next second, but the thing was harder than a turtle shell, and it was stunned to carry it.

Forget it, in the telescope, I only saw a burly troll actually pull up a sharpened tree trunk and throw it condescendingly on the thirty-meter-high cliff.

The trunk of a tree with thick human legs, a full three meters long, is much more terrifying than any ballista unless it misses.

Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, this special 'ballista' was stunned to draw a perfect parabola and hit the rushing car at 60 degrees.

"Ahh The Baroness exclaimed.

Mograini couldn't bear to look at it anymore, after all, in that car, there was a baron, a priest of the Holy Light, and ten elite soldiers.

It's up to whoever is unlucky enough to be nailed to the ground by the piercing stake.

He suddenly found that only McDonald sat down in place very calmly and took a sip of his drink comfortably: "Your Excellency Stratholme, aren't you worried?" ”

McDonald smiled lightly: "If this garbage thing can penetrate the 1-inch (2.54cm) thick Thursilver armor under the three layers of cowhide, then I will lose!" ”

When the people around heard this, they gasped on the spot.

I've seen a loser, but I've never seen such a loser.

At the same hardness, it weighs only half that of steel.

Ordinary knights, if they have a set of silver armor, not only for a lifetime, but also as a family heirloom, passed on for a hundred or dozens of generations. Thur silver is recognized as the strongest metal in the Eastern Kingdom Continent, it is light and hard, so each set of Thur silver armor is fried to a 'sky-high price' that knights can not reach.

The silver armor that costs a few hundred gold coins can only be played by the top nobles.

Now you actually use the expensive silver ingots as armor for the punching car!?

What the is this rushing car?

This is a cash truck!

, what's going on with this thick envy and jealousy?

Not to mention the knights next to him, even Duke Mograini shocked someone's arrogance with internal injuries.

So willing to spend money, what should I do if I get stuck in the middle of the car and can't come back?

Over there, it didn't disappoint, a small window opened near the top of the car, an armoured arm stretched out, and the stump was pulled out in a few clicks, and the car continued to drive!