Stratholme God

   Chapter 569 This is quite bald

   Even in the time of "World of Warcraft" version 1.0, Illidan disappeared from the paste, and it did not prevent the star chaser (pseudo) from coming to the ancient battle 10,000 years ago to chase the stars.

  How to chase?

   Of course I believe him!

  You must know that all of McDonald's men are noble troops, and rounding up is a motley army.

   Everything is fake out of loyalty to the nobles. It's just that the Burning Legion is too much. They accept the younger brother and don't play with them, and kill all the other night elves, which forces them to be united.

  The description in the history book is actually a bit harsh on the original owner of McDonald's current body [Desdel * Star Eyes] children's shoes.

   This time, the Burning Legion commander is a chicken thief, but he basically only has the night elves of land warfare in his mind. How can there be any concept of the integration of open space and land?

   Most of the night elf soldiers here are on the battlefield for the first time. Even if they have practiced martial arts, they don’t even know how many kinds of burning legion demons there are. How can they pay attention to air defense?

  Have never tried the depth of the enemy, how can you know the length of your own?

   Moreover, under the premise that the Burning Legion slaughtered the city and the village, it was quite easy for the night elves to fight.

   I have to say that there is something wrong with Mr. Desdell, that is, in this great defeat in history, when he was ambushed by the enemy, he was stunned and completely abandoned his duty as a commander. But the next time he was ruthless and forcibly ordered a certain army to be cut off, he would not lose so badly.

   Of course, if the scumbag nobles are not dead, there is no such thing as Jarod* Shadowsong ascending.

   Since Mai took over, everything has changed!

If the difference between Jarrod and Desdell was probably the distance from A to Z on the keyboard, then I wouldn't say anything else. At this level of command alone, McDonald's is N ranks higher than the original owner, which is probably the most The distance between the strong king and the bronze 5.

   There is no way, commanding this thing not only tests talent and vision, but also requires experience.

   Having experienced the second and third Dark Portal battles, beaten orcs, beaten trolls, smashed bones, and slaughtered demons, McDonald's closed his eyes and knew what the other party was coming from.

   Not to mention, having gone through the reorganization of the Alliance Army, McDonald knows very well what the old-fashioned nobles are.

   "What? Lord Xingchen made such an order?"

   This was still the era when all the orders depended on roars, and the most popular era for the messengers, when McDonald's order was issued. Most of the night elf nobles chose to accept it, because MacDonald's original words were:

   [Since the enemy has already retreated, there is no need for noble night elf warriors to join in the pursuit. Please wrap up the main force, use long-range weapons to fight in the rear, and let the heroic militia cut off the heads of those filthy demons. 】

  10,000 years ago, the military system of the night elves was similar to that of the old-fashioned feudal army of human beings. The nobles brought the most elite professional soldiers, and there were a pile of junk equipped with garbage.

  Because it is a critical moment for the survival of the race, coupled with the relative longevity of the night elves, civilians can practice martial arts to some extent. The morale and combat power of the dark elves are far higher than that of human farmers.

  Aristocratic masters, they all have arrogance in their bones. Anyway, no matter how many demon heads the subordinate militia cuts off, the war merits will be counted on their heads, of course they are not in a hurry.

  The devil can't get any gold coins.

   Let the militia do the dirty work.

The order    McDonald's really won the hearts of the dark elite nobles.

  Although the efficiency is not high, they still completed the gathering of the troops, but because the number of miscellaneous soldiers is much more than the regular army, it seems that the night elves are chasing the hellhounds all over the mountains, and the smaller fear guards are slashing.

  The situation is great!

   At this moment, what was going to come did come.

   From the dark green, constantly rolling low clouds, a large number of mephits with strange scarlet wings rushed out.

   They have bat-like bodies, but have complete limbs and wear relatively thin metal armor.

   These mephits, goblins, hellhounds and the like are all miscellaneous soldiers of the Burning Legion, not part of the core race. They were driven away by several huge doomsday guards and threw the big pots hooked on their claws from the air.

  Many jars shattered in mid-air, pouring down large swathes of lava fire!

   "Ah! What is that!?"

"Help--"

  The terrifying person (magic) Gonghuoyu easily made the hundreds of night elves in the front who were originally happy and closed their heads suddenly stunned.

   Actually, it would have been a wide-area fire rain pouring down the entire battlefield, enough to beat the main force of the night elves into dogs in one go.

   Don't forget, there is also a conductor Mai Mou here.

  Maybe Mai is not a human now, he is a real dog.

He let all the ballistas in the rear line up long ago, almost as soon as the bat demon rushed down, he pretended to exclaim, and then immediately ordered: "It's the enemy's air force! Long-range troops! ,put!"

With a wave of   , a large number of black projectiles slanted up into the sky with an aura that violated the laws of nature, giving the bat demons a head-on blow.

   Their weak and slender wings are simply impossible to resist the huge three-leafed flying blades of the night elves' unique blade-throwing chariots.

   This shape is a bit like the huge metal blade of ninja darts, which has a quite outrageous sputtering effect.

  This thing doesn't talk about physics, it's about metaphysics!

Shooting from the ballista car that was carved with the head of an eagle, it flew over a distance of 200 meters, kept spinning, and drew a dazzling arc in the air, and then the bat demon turned into Magneto, He sucked the flying blade by himself.

  The huge three-leaf blade easily pierced the wings and flesh of the bat, bringing out **** storms in the air. Often a single flying blade can make a bunch of three kills, four kills or something.

   As if there is a certain number in the dark, almost every arc can hit at least a plurality of targets.

The    made the ballista that McDonald temporarily hired from the elf craftsman to look less useful.

The   McDonald's version of the ballista is more practical, either firing a thick bowl of arrows, or getting a bunch of long arrows and firing them in a cluster.

   Anyway, with the cooperation of a hundred blade-throwing vehicles and ballistas, a large number of bats will be shot down in one encounter.

   "Huh?" An eredar wizard frowned.

   This time, the Burning Legion's lure and ambush could not be said to be ineffective, at least when the second wave of bat demons took advantage of the gap between the reloading of the elf ballista, they rushed down and poured fire rain, achieving a certain degree of damage.

  How the effect is not strong!

   The opponent's ranged weapons were unexpectedly powerful, which caused a perfect ambush to become a regular match.

   And the opposite McDonald's decisively ordered to retreat.

  Under the circumstance that the main force of the elves has not been severely damaged as expected, the retreat of the elves can be described as advance and retreat.

  The dark elite nobles who knew a little bit of soldiers all shouted for luck.

  Compared to the fact that the large army escaped, the loss of miscellaneous soldiers is not worth mentioning.

   Oh, there is one more thing, Illidan, who was in the front, was unfortunately shot.

   The top of his head was burnt and bald.

   Well, it's pretty bald!

   (end of this chapter)