Chapter 8: Cheers! Dear friends!
Whose tears, uh, whose ketchup is flying?
No kidding, the cut (beating) and fighting (fighting) in this era is much more exciting than the old American Free Wrestling League WWE.
Who's playing with you?
A fist the size of a casserole slammed into his face.
Just looking at the eyes, nose, mouth and other organs that were instantly clumped together, McDondon felt pain.
Without any suspense, a big-headed soldier somersaulted in the air for a week and a half, turned 720 degrees, and slammed into the red mud ground of the square.
Looking at the blood splashing out of his mouth and nose, McDonald had no doubt that with just two more points of strength, he could even fight in minutes.
Uther was expressionless: "Next!" β
Next to him, Saidan Dasohan used a sword flower to slash the wooden bladeless double-headed greatsword at the waist of a knight.
"Gross!"
The man vomited out all the breakfast he had just eaten, and there was a rancid smell in the air.
Compared to these two instant killers, Tirio Ferdin, who beat people down with a covered wooden war hammer, and Tulayan, are simply low-key little princes.
Looking at the comrades lying on the ground, the generals in the entire square were stunned.
The priest has seen a lot.
I've never seen a priest so capable of fighting?
"Why do I think these priests are more powerful than Lord Mograini?" A knight whispered to his companion.
"Yes! This should be better than the Champion Knight, right? β
Over there, McDondonald, whose face was as black as a pot on the surface, smiled out of his eight-pack abs.
Excuse me!
IMHO!
What a champion knight, in front of the Silver Five Saints, they are all younger brothers!
These guys are the highest force at this point in time, and if you twist one of them, you can rank in the top ten in the kitchen knife team rankings.
At this time, a rather heroic knight stepped forward.
"I am Sir Serriek, please advise!"
Hearing this, McDondon got goosebumps.
it!
Another Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
What kind of sin did the Stratholme family create, the Knight of the Apocalypse?
Serijek was an excellent commander, but unfortunately, in the original history, the Scourge Legion failed to resist the Scourge and was killed, and forcibly degenerated into a Knight of the Apocalypse.
McDonald really didn't pay attention to this product. After all, the first time it appeared in the canon of SΓ©rijek, it was from the half-blood crusaders. Now that I think about it, it should be that he first belonged to the Stratholme family, and then after the massacre, he switched to the recent boss Mograini.
Fate, what a wonder!
It has to be said that Serijek is a very courageous knight, and he decisively chose the most difficult path to challenge Uther, the number one macho man in the world.
And then......
And then there is no more!
Some people wanted to beat up in groups, but dozens of people rushed up, and they were beaten by four priests with blue noses and swollen faces, and they all collapsed on the ground and moaned.
Looking at his cringe-cating subordinates, McDonald's face turned pale and he applauded.
"Bang Bang!"
"Wonderful! It's so exciting! Is this the Order of Knights that we at the House of Stratholme are proud of? Really give me a long face! I'll give you the best equipment, the best food, the best treatment, and show this performance...... The Stratholme family should make you all barons, right? β
If it was an angry scolding that split his head and covered his face, maybe it wouldn't have such a good effect, and the master of McDonald's * Yin-Yang made every soldier bow his head and dare not look at his own duke.
It's just that their skills are not as good as others, and those who dare to stand out are persuaded by physics.
One and a half cows are counted, but there are four of them.
Oh, my God!
At this point in time, the Five Saints of Silver were far from being revered as sacred. Everyone's impression of the Holy Light System is still stuck on Tang Seng, uh, a group of well-intentioned weak chickens.
Spread out, the Knights of Stratholme beat the four priests to the death, do they still need to be people?
It's a shame to explode!
McDonald, whose acting skills are explosive, performed with Yan Yi - He ...... tuiοΌ
He glanced disdainfully at the soldiers in bright armor: "Armor is the guarantee of a soldier's life, and I won't take it back." But I earned my own face, and this time I changed my mind and went to exterminate the Rotten Moss Clan instead instead of hunting. Before you proved your prowess with your troll heads, you were the men of these four priests. β
The Four Saints of Silver did not embarrass them, and used small spells such as [Recovery] to treat those unlucky devils.
When they waited for dinner, looking at the rotten vegetable leaves in front of them and the black bread hard enough to be used as a stick to knock trolls, the faces of the soldiers were blue.
O man!
It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.
I didn't feel anything after eating black bread all the time, and after a few days of eating a hearty meal, I was suddenly demoted, and I was beaten to the point that I lost my temper, and that contrast tortured them.
A new news arrived, the Duke ordered people to post recruitment notices all over the city, recruiting good men to get trolls.
This added fuel to the fire, making their faces crackle.
On the other side, Uther also lived in the officer's quarters of the barracks.
"This Duke looks young, and his methods are really old!" Tulayan sighed.
"Oh! I like what he does. Saidan whistled a little flirtatiously, but the eldest Uther frowned, and he immediately sat up straight.
Uther said in a deep voice, "The griffon messenger that the Duke ostensibly sent to the south to buy the wild fish of Rock Lake has come with the latest news. The Kingdom of Stormwind has been invaded by the green-skinned monsters in the Elwyn Forest. β
It was already the hinterland of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Tirio Ferdin's face sank: "In other words, both the Duke and the Master believe that it is imperative to develop the [Paladin] profession and form a new knight order with the Paladin as the core." β
Saidan narrowed his eyes: "Is this for the four of us to learn to lead in advance?" His Excellency the Duke has really taken great pains. β
The four priests glanced at each other and nodded at the same time.
Over there, the Duke's conscription order made the entire city of Stratholme boil.
The soldiers in the world of Azeroth are divided into many grades. The highest level is of course the knight, in the era when there was no large-scale war, only by relying on superb martial arts, winning the championship in the knight conference, in order to gain the appreciation of the nobles, reward a village, hundreds of acres of land as a fief, so as to embark on the road to promotion.
Then there are the servants, these professional soldiers often owe the nobility for many generations, in exchange for food and clothing, as a squire when they were young, learn etiquette and combat knowledge, etc., and when they grow up, seek military exploits and be promoted to knights.
Further down are the mercenary city guards and mercenaries, who are trained in quasi-professionalism and have a certain combat effectiveness.
Either way, as long as it is not a full-scale war, the conscripts have to pay a large amount of settling-in money.
This time it was the servants who were recruited. For the people of Stratholme, who have experienced a long period of peace and a population explosion, this is undoubtedly a long-term meal ticket from heaven.
In the tallest tower of the castle, McDonald, standing by the window, looked at the long queue of people waiting for interviews outside the castle gate with complicated eyes, and he couldn't help but mutter, "I'm about to meet the standard." I'm going to say goodbye to this damn place. These soldiers are my last gift to you. β
Looking at the burly back of the Four Saints of Silver from afar, McDondon smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Cheers! Dear friends! β