Stratholme God

  Chapter 19 This is a money carrier!

   "What the **** is that?" Zumashar's trolls finally ushered in an enemy, but it was not what they imagined.

  Heavy, slow, with an irresistible killing intent.

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

   At first glance it looks like a house.

   But no house would be so loaded with metal spikes, it felt like a parade of hedgehogs.

   "It's a human—" The troll's most powerful profession is the hunter. Without being able to see them directly, they can easily distinguish them from the deep footprints left behind the modified dash car.

  Seriously, if in the 21st century of the Chinese Empire, someone still sees someone incompetently and furiously firing at a tank with a small weapon, I’m sure everyone will laugh out loud.

   For real turtles, there are quite a few things where such blind chickens fire with all their strength.

  Looking at the long string of centipede rushing carts just entering the mountain pass and being thrown spears by the troll shadow hunter, McDonald really had a trance like dreaming of the First World War on Earth.

   At that time, the German army, who had never seen a tank, was helpless in front of the British [Little Homeless] tank.

   Now the trolls are about the same.

  Since being defeated by humans and elves more than 2800 years ago, trolls have gradually lost their ability to fight with large legions, and instead have evolved into the leaders of mountain warfare and jungle warfare.

  The secretive and unpredictable guerrilla mode is the hallmark of modern trolls.

   They have never seen such a bizarre frontal attack.

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

With a sound of    "Duo!", the spearhead swayed violently at the front of the car for a while, and then turned into one of the 'horns' on the front of the car to defend against foreign enemies.

   When the first spear hit the cowhide on the top of the cart, a soldier pushing the cart shuddered and was obviously startled.

Next to   , Baron Rivendell spat: "What are you afraid of, you haven't even pierced the second layer of cowhide."

   He is quite experienced, and as soon as he hears the sound, he knows that he is far from breaking the defense.

   This is the No. 1 car. It 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. The attack of ordinary sharp weapons is really impossible.

   He suddenly found Uther calm: "You never worried?"

  Uther glanced at him calmly: "I can't pierce it just by strength, why should a troll penetrate it?"

have to! Your old man knows that you pretended to be a big **** just now, did you know that?

  On the cliff, the trolls widened their big eyes like copper bells, watching the strange 'giant beast' slowly and firmly continue to climb the slope, and they began to panic.

"how can that be!?"

   "Bhagana! WTF! This is unscientific!"

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

   As the biggest boss, it is definitely not something that McDonald's does to charge on the front line. No one will give him this chance.

   As an untested new weapon, sending a Rivendell Gar Uther to the front has already given the moss-rotten troll face.

  Two sturdy men, plus a full ten soldiers, huddled in the centipede head rushing cart that was in 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 of ​​   came from McDonald. Of course he didn't want to be crowded with a group of big, sweaty men in a cramped and unventilated rush car.

At this moment, surrounded by a group of knights, accompanied by Mograine and Abidis, Baroness Anastari, who took the initiative to serve, was swayed by a big fan, listening to the dance that would never get tired of listening. With gongs and drums dedicated to lions, and drinking [Arasso's 1982 Sprite (actually iced lemonade)], McDonald's felt like his wars were just so... classy.

   It is a wonderful feeling to watch your centipede car turn into a hedgehog with a monocular.

  In the soundtrack of the ghosts and animals of "Boom in the middle of winter!", ahem, gongs and drums, the human soldiers who were not injured worked harder to push the cart.

  The mountain road is rugged, and it is basically a steep **** of about 45 degrees. The car doesn't push well.

  The people of this era have strength. After all, when they walk out of the town, the forest is full of wild boars the size of adult buffaloes. There are very few useless waste woods like Mai.

  The soldiers are not lacking in strength, and the centipede car even has jerky and a water bottle. The main reason is that if you are beaten without fighting back, morale will easily decline.

   With this gong and drum like a brainwashing cycle, the soldiers pushed the rushing cart up with great effort.

   "You can reach the first temporary camp soon." Abidis reminded.

  It is a platform on the mountainside. The place is not large, only about 500 square meters. It is protruding there. As long as the intersection is blocked, at least there is no need to worry about sneak attacks from the cliffs overhead, and the soldiers can rest there.

   "It's not that simple." Mograine said solemnly.

   Sure enough, a few minutes later, a few trolls suddenly began to smash rocks the size of human heads down from afar.

   "Boom! Slap!"

  The centipede made a loud noise as it rushed into the car, and it felt like it was going to fall apart in the next second, but it was harder than a turtle shell, so it was stunned to hold it.

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

  The tree trunk with thick human legs is three meters long. If this thing is dropped, unless it is missed, it is much more terrifying than any ballista.

  It didn't work as expected, this specially made 'ballista' drew a perfect parabola and hit the rushing car at a 60-degree angle.

   "Ah!" exclaimed the baroness.

  Mograine couldn't bear to watch any longer. After all, in that car, there was a baron, a priest of the Holy Light, and ten elite soldiers.

  It depends on who is unlucky, nailed to the ground by the pierced stake.

   He suddenly found that only McDonald sat on the spot with incomparable calmness and took a sip of his drink: "Lord Stratholme, are you not worried?"

   McDonald smiled lightly: "If this **** can penetrate the 1-inch (2.54cm) thick Thorium armor under the three-layer cowhide, then I will lose!"

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

  I have seen a prodigal, but I have never seen such a prodigal.

   With the same hardness, Thorium weighs only half of that of steel.

   Ordinary knights, if they have a set of Thorium armor, it will be more than a lifetime, it must be a family heirloom, passed down for a hundred and dozens of generations. Thorium is widely recognized as the strongest metal in the Eastern Kingdom. It is light and hard, so every set of Thorium armor is priced at a 'sky price' that knights can't reach.

   Thorium armor, which costs a few hundred gold coins, can only be played by the top nobles.

   Now he actually uses expensive Thorium ingots as armor for rushing vehicles! ?

   What the **** is rushing a car?

  This is a cash truck!

  Fuck, what's with this thick envy and jealousy?

   Not to mention the knights next to him, even Duke Mograine was hurt by someone's arrogance.

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

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

   (end of this chapter)