Old Tang never thought that a person with a professional background as a mage could become an excellent "field commander".

The mystery and power of arcane power often alienate mages from the world.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the impression of mages is overwhelmingly one of awe rather than reverence, which often makes it impossible for mages to mingle with ordinary soldiers. However, in the barracks, it is impossible to win the sincere support and unreserved trust of the officers and soldiers at the bottom, and it is naturally difficult to unite the morale of the army.

And those who are too calm and rational will consciously or unconsciously let the mages seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Therefore, although the vast majority of mages have flexible minds, are good at calculation, and even have strong combat power, they are inherently lacking in a bloody and courageous spirit.

Unless there is no way to retreat and no way to avoid it, there are few mages like warriors or paladins who regard honor as their life, and when the battle situation collapses and the edifice is about to fall, they would rather stain the battlefield with a blood-stained horse leather shroud than fight to the death with full blood and high morale.

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of the mages, the behavior of warriors and paladins who fight to the death even if they know that they are invincible is the real pedantic and stubborn and inflexible. It is a stupid act that does not know how to advance and retreat, and does not know how to protect oneself.

However, it is undeniable that the morale and morale of the army on the battlefield are the key to an army's perfect combat effectiveness.

In these two points, other professions that can boost morale by taking the lead and can share weal and woe with soldiers and mingle to win the hearts of the army are more likely to be recognized by ordinary soldiers.

This is also the difference in behavior and values between different professions.

In contrast, perhaps with a brilliant mind and a sharp mind, he is in the rear. Probably more suitable for most mages.

Like this battle that happened in Northrend......

Kael'thas * Sunstrider is a powerful mage, untwisted and insane, a beloved leader and ruler of a nation.

But Lao Tang has also bluntly advised his friend many times to leave the matter of commanding troops and commanding troops to professional people. If he really had to go to the battlefield and be on the front line in person, it would be better for him to lead the legion of Magisters with his arm, rather than other troops...... Otherwise, there is a high risk of bad results.

Just like now.

Commanding a group of naval officers who are not under his command to fight the enemy is a taboo for the commander. Because there is no prestige among the soldiers, it is difficult to enforce the order.

Fighting the Scourge army under the command of Arthas may be fine at first.

Supported by hatred for the Scourge Legion. The high-spirited naval officers and men will spontaneously fight with the walking dead without specific orders, and even if there is no unified command, the low-level officers will rely on experience to connect with each other. Barely supportive.

But when Kael'thas had to flee in an emergency because he was defeated by the Death Knights, the disastrous consequences naturally followed.

Not to mention the blow to the morale of the soldiers caused by the "boss's" escape alone, it is simply that the "boss" has no enough weight to speak after his disappearance. Whether the remaining soldiers should fight or retreat is enough to cause chaos.

And then, in the face of Alsace who pulled out his hand, the more than 10,000 naval officers and men who were waiting for the chaotic military were naturally a one-sided massacre.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were strewn all over the field.

The defeated navy was defeated, and not a single surviving naval warrior survived the army of the dead under the command of Alsace......

If Old Tang had known about the elven prince's clumsy command in this battle, he would have been glad that he had exhorted the elven prince not to lead his people on the expedition......

Of course, if these naval officers were replaced by warriors of the Blood Elf clan, it is estimated that the Elven Prince would definitely not be so irresponsible.

But if Don really knew the news. It is estimated that he will not have time to congratulate his vision, so he will first scold Kael'thas who is playing "heads-up" with the hero!

How can it be said that there are more than 10,000 and nearly 20,000 naval non-commissioned officers, how can they be folded on the battlefield?

Even if the Kul Tiras Navy is the cannon fodder that Old Tang pulled for you, there is no reason for such a bad thing!

……

However, what will Old Don think, or will Kael'thas feel guilty about Admiral Kul Tiras? It has nothing to do with the ultimate winner of this battle.

Defeated by the navy that stood in his way, and even brought in a new group of men, he led his army to the Frozen Throne to escort Arthas to the top of a mountain and saw the glaciers in the valley - and the army that awaited him.

The Undead Scourge never worries about the troops, let alone in the Northrend Disaster base?

An overwhelming crowd of walking dead converges in the valley

Medium, far below near the glacier. More figures are rolling in. Patches of undead scourge are frantically pounding into the valley's apparently multi-racial coalition...... Admiral Kul Tiras, a handful of the elves of Quel'Thalas, and even a large number of strange races that Arthas did not recognize—tall, covered in fish scales, and stout with no legs and only a fish's tail......

Although it was too far away to see clearly, Arthas could roughly guess who they were. He held his breath and shifted his gaze upward.

The Lich King is here, buried deep in the glacier, and imprisoned in his prison as Arthas saw in the sight.

Suddenly, Arthas let out a scream, and a wave of pain that had never been seen before swept through his mind, turning his eyes into a bloody color.

Now that he was so close to the Lich King, the pain he could feel from that powerful being had increased a hundredfold.

"Arthas, my warrior. You're finally here. ”

As usual, the Lich King's icy voice rang out in the heart of the Death Knight. And this time in the cold voice...... Still seem to have a hint of excitement and anticipation?

"Master." Arthas replied in a low voice, his eyes tightly closed, his fingers pressed hard against his temples. "Yes, I'm here. Master. I'm right here. ”

"There's a rift in my prison, the frozen throne, from which my power is draining." The Lich King continued, "That's why your power is weakened. ”

"But what's going on?"

Arthas didn't see any intruders ascend to the Frozen Throne, and there was no doubt that he arrived in time

"That rune sword, Frost's Sorrow, was sealed together within this throne. I pushed it out of the ice so it could get to you...... Then bring you to me. ”

"And it worked!"

Arthas couldn't help but take a breath.

The Lich King was imprisoned in the Ice Prison and could not move, so he must have relied entirely on the power of his will to get this greatsword out of the ice. For Alsace. Now he remembered the block of ice that held Frost Sorrow, the jagged jagged cress that seemed to have shattered from a much larger piece of ice. Such a powerful ...... It's all about bringing Alsace here.

Step by step, led Alsace here. Guided him. Controlling him......

"You need to hurry, my warrior. The Demon King Kilgadan, who created me, and now he is going to send someone to destroy me. If they arrive at the Frozen Throne before you do. That qiē is over. Natural disasters will cease to exist!

"Quick! I will give you all the power I can. ”

Suddenly, an icy sensation seeped into Arthas's body, calming his anger and pain, calming his thoughts. The vastness and breadth of this energy and power is intoxicating...... More powerful than any power he knew!

This is exactly why he chose this "path"!

Drink the cold energy and use the Lich King's power for your own.

Arthas opened his eyes, and his eyes became clear. The runes on the Frost Sorrow shone brightly, and the Buddha seemed to be reborn, and a layer of cold mist oozed from the blade. Arthas grinned violently, his runic sword clenched and raised it high. The voice was clear and loud, echoing in the bitter cold air.

"The Lich King gave me a different vision. He restored my strength! Now I know what to do. ”

Arthas pointed to a toy-sized figure in the distance with Frost Sorrow.

"Illidan has always looked down on the Scourge Legion, but that's the end of it. He wants to break into the Lich King's throne room, but he will be defeated! It's time for him to taste the horror of death too! ”

"It's time to end this game...... We're going to do it! ”

He roared defiantly, waving Frost Sorrow over his head. The magic sword groaned. Longing for more souls.

"Fight for the Lich King!"

Arthas shouted, charging down at his enemies.

He wielded Frost Sorrow, his movements almost casual, like a god. Every soul that Frost Sorrow draws from adds to his strength. Let the enemy's arrows and lightning obscure the sky, it will be as soft as a snowflake to him now.

All the resistors were like stubbles of wheat, falling in pieces under the sickle. There was a moment. Arthas surveyed the battlefield. Where's the guy he's going to kill?

Swarms of enemies are coming, but they can't stop Arthas from rampage, and the ants are insignificant. The fallen soldier was summoned back to life by Arthas and turned to his former comrades.

The army of the undead is surging and ruthless. The snow beneath the spire of the glacier is soaked in blood. Alsace looked around, and the last few people were stubbornly resisting. They were all blood elves—but there was no sign of their master.

Where's Illidan?

A quick flicker caught his attention, and Arthas turned and roared under his breath. Another Dread Demon King. The guy was facing away from him, his black wings outstretched, and a pair of sheep's hooves were sunk into the snow.

Arthas lifted the sorrow of frost.

"I've defeated your kind, Dreadlord." The Death Knight shouted, "If you have the guts, turn to face me!" Or go back into the void, demonic coward. ”

Arthas's scolding and taunting made the figure slowly turn.

He had huge horns on his head and a smile on his lips.

His eyes were covered with a ragged and worn black blindfold, and two dots of light shone right above his eyes.

"Hello, Arthas...... Tenacity Guardian Musket.

One of the collections that accompanied the old Tang through it.

Like all other weapons, this fierce-looking musket is a tall commodity. However, the delicate parts and machinery inside the firearm are real high-end products, and they cannot be faked.

By the standards of previous games, the craftsmanship and engineering of the Tough Guardian Musket from the Outlands would be at least a generation higher than the current level of Azeroth's technology. After all, it's only 21 years since the Dark Gate, and it's still a full four years before the official opening of World of Warcraft......

Men, who has never fantasized about owning these "metal lovers" who exude the smell of steel and gunpowder from their bones?

Bullets and bullets...... It's romance that only men understand.

So when he was renovating the mechanical road rage in Ratchet City, Lao Tang also handed over his favorite musket in shape to the two engineering scoops to study and modify. Just two engineering masters tossed.

One is a goblin who believes that "explosion is art", and the other is a dwarf who believes in "precision machinery works miracles...... The top engineering figures in the two races of the world that are most proficient in invention and creation in Azeroth joined forces to do it, and the results of the final toss naturally did not disappoint Old Tang.

It's like a mechanical roadrage after a retrofit. The modified performance of the Tough Guardian musket also made Old Tang extremely satisfied.

The extra-large caliber of the gun body represents good power; The delicate construction inside means that the performance is stable; And the violent and hideous appearance is even more of an appetite for the rough man of Old Tang...... Under the influence of two pairs of skillful hands of two engineering masters, the Tough Guardian musket has also become a dizzying murder weapon.

Piercing leather armor within fifty yards. Thirty yards of chain mail pierced, if the target is within the optimal attack radius of ten yards, even a sturdy plate armor can still blast a hole.

This kind of power and range, although it can't be compared with those famous gun clans in the previous life, and even compared with many top-level firearms and crossbows in the world of Azeroth, it is much inferior. Don't forget that this gun was originally positioned by Old Tang for the purpose of medium-range fire suppression.

If it were by the standards of a shotgun, even Old Don couldn't find fault with more.

The ammunition load of only six rounds at a time sounds a bit shabby, but for Lao Tang, a muscular man who loves to play hand-to-hand combat with a hammer, a shuttle sweeps out, and six high-explosive shells with good explosive power and impact. The suppression of fire that can be provided to it is more than enough.

After all, if Old Tang can't solve the enemy with a hammer, let alone expect a firearm that is more deterrent than practical......

It's true that the gun is a good gun, but it definitely doesn't have such an exaggerated ability to defy the sky!

A shuttle of high-explosive bullets collapsed a Dreaddemon who was at least a hero and even touched the threshold of a legendary hero?

Perverts are not such perverted laws......

Of course. If the gunman was Nesinwari, the old dwarf who led the hunting party around hunting for exotic beasts was possible. But in the hands of Old Tang...... It is said that the tenacity of the guard, the musket pearl, the secret cast are all light!

Do you really think that scooping a musket is a sharpshooter, and with a war bow on your back, you will become a ranger general?

As for Old Don's lame and even clumsy marksmanship...... Let's wash and sleep!

After a short period of consternation, Lao Tang immediately ruled out the possibility of the extraordinary performance of the Fortune Movement, and turned his eyes to search for the real "air crash maker".

Precise long-range strikes, powerful lethality. It can even suppress the perception of Old Tang himself and a Dreaddemon King in turn...... At this moment, the ruins of Lordaeron, there is undoubtedly only one master who meets this standard!

Slender curves, sassy handsomeness, charming faces, and cold and glamorous style...... When the shadow that was enough to attract everyone's attention and linger on his body for a long time, slowly

When he walked out of the shadows and appeared on the other side of the city tower, even if Old Tang had already guessed the identity of the attacker, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Under the bright moonlight, the strong and resolute look on the face of the figure standing with a bow made the Buddha return to Qingfeng Village, back to the night when the two first met......

Sylvanas* Windrunner, former Ranger General, now Banshee King!

It's a pity that beautiful thoughts will always be broken by some unsightly scrap wood, such as ......

"Uh~~~~!"

A loud shout that couldn't tell whether it was a miserable howl or an angry roar came from behind Old Tang, interrupting Old Tang's appreciation.

From the old Tang angrily pulling out a gun to the big bat being shot by Her Majesty the Queen, it was only a few seconds of effort. But Gallisus, who was once again slapped by Old Tang with a shield and flew away half-dead, didn't know at this moment, as if he had been stimulated by something, he launched a desperate charge towards Old Tang like crazy.

It was true that Banazar had suffered a plane crash, but for the Dreadlord who had enough urine to get his body, the collision damage he received from falling from a height of no more than twenty or thirty yards would be fatal, not even seriously injured.

However, he lost his wings and lost his flying advantage. Naturally, the big bat has no biggest reliance.

And on the ground, face the monster of amazing power of Old Tang...... Banazar shuddered just thinking about it.

At this moment, he was facing the old Tang who had been aggrieved for a long time and was worried that he had nowhere to be angry, and suddenly appeared. The Dark Ranger was watching from the sidelines, and Banazar naturally had to summon all his strength to do the dying struggle.

And the heroic warrior Garissus, who was accused of holding his mind, is naturally the help and shield that the big bat will never give up!

Retreat, turn,

Facing the big commander who was covered in blood and charging wildly. Old Tang, who didn't have time to change the bullets for the violent musket in his hand, didn't even think about it, so he chose the combat method that best suited his appetite:

Hit hard!

Crush it!

With Sindore's blade across his chest, the old Tang Pillar's muscle-knotted legs suddenly exerted force, and instantly charged against the current with a wilder and more ferocious posture and momentum than Garissus.

"Bang!"

It was the echo of Sindore's blade colliding with Lordaeron's heraldic shield.

"Click!"

This is a sign of a broken arm and broken internal organs.

"Phew!"

It was the sound of a bayonet on the Tenacious Guardian's musket piercing Gathers' right arm and shoulder, and the blade screed.

"Poof!"

This is the sound of the old Tang who let go of the handle of the gun, and after snatching the Lordaeron heraldic shield in the hand of the marshal, a shield smashed the skull of the marshal...

Three moves in a row, in the almost tyrannical and terrifying counterattack of the old Tang, the commander of the "Wise Divine Martial Arts" did not even survive three seconds before he was turned into an unrecognizable and broken corpse by the old Tang.

Without Banazar's remote containment, Old Tang no longer has any worries. A fierce strength is naturally revealed. With Garithers's absolute strength at the bottom of the heroic rankings, how could he be the opponent of the wolf-like old Don?

What's more, he is still in the state of being charged?

Stiff and tactically rigid, under Banazar's urging control, Gallisus only knew how to fight and rush, and he could exert less than half of his strength...... For the old Tang who was eager to vent his anger, he naturally had a miserable ending......

After all, it's a head-to-head confrontation. Who was Old Tang afraid of?

Even in the face of Akmund, Old Tang dares to get on the top as soon as his mind is hot!

……

Lao Tang's counter-killing can be called a dead hand, and the whole set of actions is crisp and neat.

For one thing, Banazal's big bat hasn't been completely done. In order to avoid any more moths from dreaming at night, Lao Tang said that he had to use ruthless means to crush the last bit of the fear demon king's thoughts of turning the tables;

Secondly. For a guy who stabbed himself in the back, Lao Tang would not play any tricks of showing mercy to his subordinates and repaying grievances with virtue.

Trying to nip every enemy in the bud is the code of conduct of the lazy man of Old Tang.

As for what he said, Marshal Jia had made disrespectful remarks many times and had an extremely bad attitude, or because the previous battle had made Lao Tang quite embarrassed, so he would let Lao Tang, a "careful eye", hold a grudge...... Ahem, our Grand Overseer of Goode will never admit it anyway!

From counter-charging to killing the commander, it was only three or five strokes between the rabbit and the falcon. By the time Her Majesty the Queen rushed to Old Tang's side from the city tower, Gallisus, a talented and talented man, had already turned into a mess...... Well, it's a mess of meat.

The head of this Lordaeron warlord was like a watermelon smashed by a sledgehammer, red and white sprayed all over the ground; The upper body collapsed from the remaining neck to the large plate sternum, and the entire body was extremely bloody. It is estimated that even if Arthas takes action in person, he doesn't want to reincarnate the deceased......

At best, it is made as part of an abomination or thrown into a meat grinder to serve as a feeding for the walking dead.

In fact, the final fate of the commander in history is undoubtedly a hundred times more miserable than that of being folded in the hands of Lao Tang now. Because at the end of the battle to capture Lordaeron, the body of the commander was indeed used as the ghoul's "military ration" by Her Majesty the Queen.

Compared with the bones that should have been missing, Old Tang also left half of the corpse for the deceased commander...... Old Tang thinks that he is also a "kind person".

……

Since the commander has been ambushed, Lao Tang will not delay.

Yaoyao glanced at Her Majesty the Queen, exchanged a tacit look with each other, and glanced coldly at Varimasas who appeared beside Sylvanas, and in the next second, Old Tang had already jumped off the roof with a sword and shield.

There is also a big bat waiting for him to "deal with"! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biqu Ge www.biquge.info...... Voting for recommendation votes, monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )V