Stratholme God

   Chapter 1020 Easy to win

   "Drowning... Drowning?" King Wa, who received the news, fell into a suspicious hearing.

   For a long time, inhuman beings can only be fought with hero units. This has almost become the norm after the Dark Portal incident.

   It is not uncommon for elite soldiers to clean up enemy leaders, and it often costs a lot to do so.

   Everyone knows that the trident can hit, and it may be the only one in the entire league.

   Even if you use your brain to make tricks, it is also part of your strength!

   Just abolishing three Zaku-type mechas killed the biggest hostile force in this area - the king of the vrykul, this is definitely a profit.

   "Reward! Must be rewarded!" Varian was extremely excited.

   After Ymiron died, his advance on his side could no longer be hindered.

   "Well, they said in advance that the awards were waived, and they only asked for more loot." Vanessa reminded.

"It doesn't matter..." As soon as he finished speaking, Varian was agitated. He somehow knew that McDonald's willing to raise trident soldiers was very willing to pay for the cost. Except for these guys who occasionally committed serious crimes and had to be publicly executed, most of the time McDonnell was willing to pay. When Ken is openly covering up these guys, the spoils that can make these guys covet are definitely not ordinary things: "Wait, what spoils did they get?"

   "The vrykul gold coins, gold bricks, and a large number of gems and other belongings equivalent to at least two million Arathor gold coins have not yet been counted."

   Varian's left eyelid jumped.

  Ai version of 'Gift Crab'.

This wave of    is at least equal to the total fiscal revenue of Stormwind Kingdom for several years.

   After the resumption of the country, there were more western fertile fields and half of Booty Bay, the latest and highest fiscal year.

   can be called a wave of fat!

That's all, Edwin VanCleef came in and reported, "Your Majesty, after the Trident killed King Ymiron, the vrykul rioted, and they rushed out of their nests to kill in the direction of our camp. "

  "..." Varian was silent for a while: "Reward according to the rules set by the alliance."

The latest version of the alliance loot disposal plan is very complicated. Generally speaking, when you hit the enemy, you will encounter loot (equipment that can improve the hero's strength level is counted separately), and the soldiers who charge on the scene will be divided into 20%, the dead soldiers will be divided into 10%, and then the main battle force will be divided into 20%. The country officially takes 40%, and the last three deals are handed over to the alliance for unified distribution.

   Of course, the sand sculpture player will not die, and the pension will be waived. These **** are accustomed to take their share as 30%.

   As for the private collection... It must be a traditional art. Even if it was hidden in the storage bag given by the system, even God could not find it.

   These guys are still so greedy and want to get more, Varian decisively refuses this.

  Anyway, these guys drowned the Ymiron guy alive, which really saved King Wa a lot of time.

   Don't care if Utgard can withstand heavy artillery bombardment, can kill all the vrykul in the field, and fight the city for Mao?

   Next, it is naturally a gluttonous feast for the artillery and infantry regiments.

  Maybe the vrykul's fighting courage is worthy of praise, but you old people, you are so just, in broad daylight, without long-range cover, screaming and killing out, how much despise the alliance?

   On the plateau of the Howling Fjord, hundreds of thousands of vrykul followed the sound of the horn, and without any discipline, they raised their weapons in a disorderly manner and rushed to the Alliance camp ten kilometers away.

   This battle did not make King Wa laugh out loud.

   He was fighting in the alliance and considered himself to be a newbie, but the opposite is a big gift package, and he has to accept it if he doesn’t accept it!

   "Lord Wimbane, you take the first mechanized division around the left flank, Lord Zeldig, you and your men go to the right flank to form crossfire as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

  Half Wymbane and Duke Leoric von Zeldig, these two are not many generals under King Wa, and their strengths have reached the lowest level of heroic level.

  It turns out that in history, they would shine, especially when Zeldig took the Seventh Legion of Stormwind to participate in the opening of Ahn'Qiraj.

   But in this life, Mai Xie has too many generals, and the stars of these two generals have dimmed a lot.

   That doesn't mean they can't fight.

With the order of   Wawang, the two men, who were completely adapted to the new generation of warfare, immediately led their troops to attack, and quickly maneuvered with T-34, Whirlwind and K-75 to quickly outflank the two flanks of the Vrykul.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   "Fuck!"

   This five-kilometer-wide battlefield has become a vrykul slaughterhouse.

   The two generals who are very chicken thieves deliberately let a lot of vrykul charging in front of them. Just kill those vrykul who have bad brains and turn to attack on the flanks.

   In the eyes of the reckless vrykul, there are many companions who successfully rushed over.

   How can there be undead in a war?

   Then go for it!

   As a result, with the exception of more than a thousand scattered vrykul who were put into the Storm Infantry Legion to train the infantry, 96% of these brave vrykul died on the way.

   The leaders who originally belonged to the two instances of Utgarde's Peak in the game were also killed one by one in the roll call of King Wa's heroes.

   The entire Howling Fjord area was considered a battle for Varian.

   Fortunately, the undead have no morale to speak of, otherwise such a large area would fall in one day, and it would be strange for normal people to remain unshakable.

   The people below are cleaning the corpses, and Wang Wa is standing on a KV-2 modified command tank, examining the battlefield.

   Duke Zeldig returned to report at this time.

   "I have seen Your Majesty."

   "Aiqing has worked hard."

   "It's a small matter. In other words, the strength of the Trident will always give me a bottomless feeling!"

   It's been so long, the Alliance people are used to these guys who don't act and are suspected of being undead heroic spirits (evil spirits). There's nothing to say, anyway, McDonald's took everyone to eat and drink spicy food, the cake is bigger, and everyone has a share, so there's nothing unhappy about it.

  Wawang replied indifferently: "That is Azeroth's choice."

   "This is nature." As one of the three Dukes of Stormwind Kingdom, Zeldig's words are still very important: "Your Majesty, you said, if we destroy the Lich King in the future, is this place..."

   "Oh? Aiqing, do you want an enclave too?"

"Your Majesty is joking. I'm not as ambitious as the Duke of Stratholme, and the whole world takes enclaves. I just thought, if Stormwind has done enough feats, I can discuss with the Duke of Stratholme, using this The territory won by the battle is exchanged for Booty Bay?"

   "This... Let's wait until the Lich King is destroyed."

  For Stormwind Kingdom to expand its navy, a Stormwind Harbor is obviously not enough. Now everyone can see the importance of sea power. Without a fleet of the level of Mai and someone, how can we talk about cross-sea attacks?

   Besides, Northrend is too far away from Stormwind City, and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s an enclave within an enclave.

The    Alliance's nearest side is McDonald's and the night elves, and the night elves have just been severely injured. To put it bluntly, even if this place is taken down, it will be dominated by McDonald's.

   Instead of thankfully picking up an enclave, it's better to trade with McDonald's.

   Anyway, Booty Bay is right next to the Stormwind Kingdom site. Change the fief early. Hello, I'm ok!

   The big deal is that Stormwind Kingdom will suffer a bit. In the future, I will get two pieces of land to exchange for a piece of wheat and someone.

   (end of this chapter)