Stratholme God

   Chapter 17 This human being is really interesting

   Mograine and Abidis, the two bosses, immediately understood.

  The disgust of the moss-rotten trolls lies in the sneak attacks that are elusive, and those shadow hunters are simply impossible to guard against.

   In the past many crusades, they had to retreat because the losses were too heavy before they entered the hinterland of Zumashal.

   McDonald's method is a bit stupid, but it should work to bully moss-rotten trolls who have no weapons of war.

   The two looked at each other and understood the approval in each other's eyes.

   "This thing should be good. Let's take a look after it's built. Your Excellency Stratholme is tired. Set up camp first, and then we will discuss it slowly."

   McDonald couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the camp.

   These two big brothers took too much care of him. The main mountain road leading to Zumashar was restrained by the military camps of the two bosses on the left and the right, and the mountain pass, which was less than 100 meters away, was completely blocked by the arrow towers of the military camps on both sides. There is really a ten thousand, ahem, in case, that is, the two of them are in front, and McDonald's 'main force' can retreat calmly.

   In order to prevent McDonald's from messing around, he even set up a military camp for him. Just outside, three military camps are in the shape of a zigzag.

  The three-layer camp wall is made of hardwood thicker than a human leg, and there is a four-meter-deep earth ditch in front of it, which is filled with sharp wooden stakes, and the trolls will definitely fall if they dare to come.

   There are three camp gates on the front, and there are a pair of arrow towers four stories high on the left and right. The setting of the rear camp is even more outrageous. There are five camp doors lined up in a row, which is obviously convenient for running.

   The two bosses agreed to meet today, obviously they came early in the morning and arranged everything.

   "This... Your Excellencies are bothering you. I'm too embarrassed to let everyone work in vain. Let's give you some small gifts."

  I thought that McDonald's was giving wine or something, but just as he was about to decline, Mograine saw the carloads of cured meat: "This... we're welcome."

   The food is ready, and of course morale is high.

   A soldier who is full may not be able to fight very well, but a soldier who is hungry must be incompetent.

  With McDonald's gadgets based on local materials and the centipede chariot made, everyone's eyes brightened.

   It seems that every section is a miniature version of the rushing car. It has a triangular top cover, and the top cover and sides are covered by two thick layers of cowhide. There are triangular wooden lattices in the middle of the cowhide, which are filled with a lot of wood **** and scraps. The outermost cowhide is coated with fire-resistant lime.

   Mograine tried it, and he stabbed it with all his strength with the spearman's spear, but it was difficult to pierce it effectively. To stop a powerful warrior like him, naturally the Shadow Hunter's spear is not a problem.

  There are metal grilles similar to shutters on both sides of the rushing car for ventilation. The front and the top are invisible, and can only be seen close to the ground. In addition, there are special shooting holes and lookout holes.

   It is said that this is a small mobile bunker, and some people believe it.

   Each section is propelled by four spearmen, accompanied by two crossbowmen and a swordsman.

  The rugged mountain road is certain, and the wheels under the car can help save some effort.

   As for whether it is life-consuming or labor-intensive, I believe that soldiers can make the right choice.

   And between each section, covered with three layers of cowhide.

   Yes, the source of this inspiration is the dragon dance!

   To be reasonable, this kind of play style similar to armored convoys is very afraid of the opponent's heavy siege weapons, such as ballistas. But how can a rotten troll have such a thing?

   "It's amazing!" The two bosses exclaimed.

   McDonald's touched his clean-shaven chin: "I still lack a little actual combat experience."

   "Actual combat, where is the actual combat?"

   "Just catch a few trolls here."

   Little question mark, do you have many friends?

  The trolls are so easy to catch, the big guys don’t have to worry about it. Trolls have super self-healing ability. After Double Eleven, they chopped off their hands, drank alcohol until their stomachs were perforated, and turned back to eat personal meat buns to heal themselves.

   You can't kill a real troll without beheading it.

   But for most recruits, trolls are simply legendary creatures. If you don't live on the frontier, you don't know what a scourge the trolls are.

   McDonald said calmly: "Anyway, it will take a few days to build a centipede chariot, and I happen to have a friend."

  No one knows what the **** he is up to,

   On this day, the mountain where Zumashar was located was full of terracotta and bare. At the foot of the mountain closest to the forest, a group of special people suddenly came.

   Several swordsmen in leather armor were protecting several clerks, and a man in white clothes and a high cylindrical white hat started to work on the edge of the forest.

  In the forest, a few pairs of shining eyes stared at these people.

  Halduron* Brightwing: "What are they doing?"

  The mysterious woman is a little uncertain: "Cooking rice?"

  It was no ordinary hammer. In the shed, he used a knife to dexterously open the shells of the mussels, took out the fresh mussels, removed the excess, and put them on a block of ice to chill.

   In addition to the mussels, there is also milk. I pulled a cow I didn't know where to find it and squeezed it fresh.

  The whole process, the chef is so focused, as if he is not cooking a dish, but a sculptor who is dedicated to sculpting his great work.

  The chef and the assistant are all busy and orderly.

   After a full hour, dishes that the elves had never seen before appeared on the table.

  【Chowder Clams】,【Been Catfish】,【Crocodile Soup】,【Delicious Omelette】made with Velociraptor Egg…

  A lot of ingredients, let alone look, I have never heard of it.

   No wonder the self-proclaimed noble elves have little knowledge. These ingredients are all airlifted by griffins from all over the eastern kingdom continent. Normally, you can't eat them if you don't go there.

   Just the force of the flying ingredients can make the high elves feel a strong sense of respect.

   Not to mention, when the chef cooks, there is a strong sense of ritual that seems to be haunted by a sacred halo.

   This is like in the Celestial Dynasty, you can usually charge you 20 yuan for an orange pancake. When a chef cooks in front of you with fragrant imported Sunkist oranges, and lets other guests watch, then the package is worth 100 yuan.

   Along the wind, the wonderful fragrance drifted into the woods, not to mention Halduron and other elves, even the mysterious woman swallowed more than once.

  Haduron: "The Duke knows we're here? Is he kidding us?"

  Unexpectedly, the cooks lined up plates of delicious food, put a sign, and withdrew together with the swordsmen.

   Looking at the sign, the woman suddenly burst out laughing, and in a silver bell-like voice read out the crooked Elvish language above: "You treat me to a pie, I'll treat you to a feast, it's fair!"

  Haduron was embarrassed: "This... is for us? It won't be poisonous, right? Should we eat it?"

   "Eat! Why not?"

  Three meals in a row, eating the elves full of belly fat.

   Suddenly the next day, the food was the same, but the brand was changed to [a live troll captive for a dish]!

   "Pfft!" The silver-haired elf smiled brilliantly: "This human duke is really interesting."

   (end of this chapter)