The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

The wild hills north of the Falling Blade Temple are covered with dense corpses.

More than five thousand young and powerful centaurs, all of whom are blood flag soldiers with strong bodies and sharp clothing. They can be regarded as the most organized army of Orgrimmar, armed by the Order of the Bloodthirsty King Pakens. Well-equipped, both officers and first-line non-commissioned officers have metal chain mail covering the vital points of their bodies, large swords, and sharp lances. In the community of Orgrimmar, which is infinitely close to the primitive era, it is almost impossible to complete this level of armed force by smashing pots and selling iron. Most of these Centaur soldiers are well-trained and have high morale-this is not surprising. So far, even the doctrines of cults that are full of flaws are still fearless at their core-but now The centaur warriors of more than 5,000 people, perhaps the only seeds left by the blood flag soldiers, are now all corpses. It is said that they fought to the last person, none of them surrendered, and none of them fled.

Perhaps it is because they are hopeless fanatics, so they don't take life and death at all. If it is in a normal cold weapon battlefield, these sergeants who are not afraid of death may become the core support of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of armies, playing the role of relying on the whole army. Unfortunately, their unrelenting battle did not cause any fluctuations to their enemies, that is, about twenty rifle cannons that scattered shotguns ploughed several rounds of artillery fire in their formations.

So, this group of Centaur Blood Banner troops who launched a intensive charge towards the formation of the Fourth Army was first blocked by a intensive volley of rifles, which was completely unable to rush, and then was fired by several rounds of artillery. His death is naturally very miserable, and he can hardly find even a slightly corpse. It was as if it had been set by a superb top-level caster with strategic-level destruction magic.

The Alaman troll army consisting of 1,500 mountain troll assaulters, and 5,000 plain troll hunters and warriors, is another major force of the Orgrimmar regiment. Its name is to commemorate the good base friend of the bloodthirsty king Pakens in the era of mythology, the **** of war, and also the Alaman who guarded the gods together with goblins, kobolds and trolls. Of course, like the good friend Pakens, this ancient deity is also one of the gods of the tyranny and slavery of one of the three demon kings, Lagbar.

Five hundred and five hundred mountain trolls are the backbone of the troll army MT plus physical output. This type of creature can be compared with the most powerful giant subspecies. Once carrying its various types of extra large blades, even the simplest log sticks, it can completely break the array of hundreds of times. You know, his vitality is stronger than cockroaches, and his fur is ten times stronger than a wild boar wrapped in ten layers of mud. He can be hit with hundreds of arrows if nothing happens, and even if his head is cut in half, he may not die, and with good luck, he may grow a new one.

Lu Xi has always felt that the fighting power is so sturdy, the body is so big, and the guy who eats everything, it is not too scientific to have such a strong vitality. Believe it or not, this species already exists. Their IQ is really not high, and it is limitedly stronger than the beast. At most, it is the level of a three- or five-year-old bear child. Of course, if a second head grows, it will become an excellent talent caster, but this probability is infinitely equivalent to Millions of grand prizes-because of such simplicity, they are not afraid of death, they are the invincible assault arms.

However, these can be shot into hedgehogs by bows and arrows casually, even if they were rejected by a carbine and were stunned by a behemoth, they would not be dying. First, they were headshot by the elf hunters with a rifle gun at a long distance-even if it was true Fortunately, if he doesn't die, he will be stiff for a long time-then at close range, he will be bombarded and shot alternately by the dwarf and human guide gunners, using shotguns and smoothbore guns. Not to mention trolls, even dragons, torn to pieces by such firepower, it is probably difficult to survive again. Under such circumstances, plain troll hunters who are good at throwing javelins close to the enemy under the cover of their own siblings are now very difficult to get close to the enemy.

As the core of the trolls and the Centaur Legion suffered a head-on attack, so the goblins and kobold troops that used to make up the numbers would naturally be blinded. Although they have at least reached more than a hundred thousand people, but as long as they are normal people, they can't pay much attention to their combat power. A large piece of death has died in front of the shield walls of dwarves and humans, but they have never been able to make decisive progress. When the Cavaliers of Oakland split into two groups and attack from the back and the right, the mighty goblins and kobolds became the biggest pig teammates of the orc army. They fled and fled, but instead disrupted the queue of the rest of the orc clan, causing more and more chaos. And we all know that the cannon's favorite target for harvesting is confusion, dizziness, and crowded enemies.

So, after a few rounds of artillery, the orc army, which was already very crowded, naturally fell into a state of collapse. The infantry of humans, dwarves, and elves also began to move forward, harvesting the lives of the enemy troops step by step.

Pawn Mondson thrust his spear into the throat of an orc, then pulled it out vigorously. This is the second enemy he killed today. For an ordinary soldier, such a record is already quite good. He looked at the enemy who was a whole head taller than himself, and his body was stronger than himself. He covered the deadly wound and wailed and fell to the ground. Although he was exhausted and panted, it was difficult to hide the excitement and accomplishment in his heart . Then, the most common spearman of the Fourth Army, looked at the surrounding battlefield, watching his comrades like chasing rabbits to cover up the orcs who had completely lost their fighting will, there was always a little unrealistic illusion sense.

You know, more than half a year ago, he was just a young son of a farmer ’s family. Because his parents died, his elder brother inherited a small farm in his family. He did n’t leave his elders in his brother ’s house all his life. A remote island that has not left in a lifetime, looking for life. However, he never thought that he would become a soldier. In the past twenty years of his life, the biggest animal killed was a duck. Like an adult orc, even if standing not more than ten meters away from himself, he can already scare himself out of his soul.

But now, with the cooperation of his comrades-in-arms, he can send the spear into the other side with steady movements. Not only does his heart not fluctuate, he even feels that this is his own career ...

　　 "Life changes people" is so philosophical, it is naturally impossible for Mondson who has not read a book to speak. However, he now enjoys this feeling very much. By the standards of the cold weapon era, whether it is skill, mentality or record, he is completely regarded as the best soldier.

Of course, this young soldier is still a mortal after all, and there is still a certain gap from the real oil sticks that have been battle-hardened. While panting, he is in a daze, unaware that there is a dead plain beside him. The troll raised his body and raised his own gun to attempt a sneak attack.

"Boo!" A clear gunshot sounded on his side.

The head of the troll exploded into a cloud of blood mist, at this time it was really dead and could not die anymore.

"Menderson! Do you want to die, you idiot!" A soldier wearing a simple armor ran to him and scolded loudly.

The soldiers who dreamed of being awakened quickly thanked each other, but did not hide their envious eyes. The other party only wore a leather armor and cloth robe, which seemed to be a lot more than a leather chain armor, with a dagger and a spear, but all the soldiers of the Fourth Army now know that the one in their hands The root "big iron pipe" is much more powerful than a steel armor with a steel sword. The people in armor and cloth clothes holding this gadget are completely a symbol of "Ace Elite".

...... Of course, why this thing is so powerful, Mondson Pvt. Who has not read the book also does not know. He only knew that the fellow Rabbit who came out with him became a member of the big iron pipe soldier, and he was the most common spearman.

"Don't think about it!" Rabit patted the steering gun in his hand proudly: "This thing is a precious thing, not your stupid fool!"

"You're not a blacksmith at home. You have the money to read two books in the church. What ... uh, it's a little better than me." Mondson was a little unwilling, but had to admit that he was in his village The rabbit with the head of a child of the same age is indeed a little stronger than himself.

"I got rid of two orcs and a troll!" Mondson said with a straight chest. In fact, the troll was killed only by him and his teammates. The head of the team finally counted as the leader of the team. However, even the record of two orcs is enough for him to play for a lifetime.

"Well, I killed at least five centaur blood soldiers plus three mountain trolls!" Rabbi patted his guide gun, condescending and disdainful. Of course, this is actually bragging, but it sounds more convincing.

"Did you see the troll over there? Two heads, wearing armor and holding a staff, must be a big man! Come with me!" Rabit filled the barrel of his gun while doing this. Say hello to your hair: "Kill him, I count you four points ... no, one-third credit?"

"Then such a big chunk! How much bonus did you get!" The soldiers looked at a target 100 meters away and couldn't help but keep their saliva.

"... The key is to be promoted and promoted! You think of the bounty, you have no life in this life!" The guide gunner hated the iron and looked at his hair, and once again felt the superiority of the pattern and vision . He, who has not read many books, did not realize that on the battlefield in the past, such a two-headed troll caster is almost another dimensional creature compared to ordinary creeps. Even if hundreds of people come up, they may die. But now, the guide gun in his hand has given him such confidence (or illusion) that he was an ordinary man who was an apprentice blacksmith a half a year ago, but now it is actually possible to kill a talented caster.

No matter the confidence, the illusion. When this fact has happened, the world is changing. However, few people realized this at the time.

The guide gunman and the gunmen Mondson had n’t had time to rescue the two-headed troll, because the latter was quickly cut down by several fighting puppets who were screaming on the skateboard, and then they were thrown up by each. The road soldiers chopped the meat sauce. Even if there are three more heads, it must be impossible to survive. At this time, with the sudden sound of a trumpet behind him, it was an order to stop the pursuit of the whole army. Of course, in order to make the soldiers understand more clearly, the herald simply stood on the large puppet, while walking on the battlefield, loudly conveying the command from the commander to all parties!

"The whole army stopped chasing! Stop chasing!" The herald screamed loudly.

In fact, as early as one minute before the assembly number sounded, cheers like this rang throughout the battlefield.

"Centaur's blood flag! We seized the Centaur's blood flag! Hahaha!"

"This is the Khan of the Iron Claw Clan? The Khan Mora of the Iron Claw Clan? The Iron Claw was killed by me!"

"Report to the commander that at present it is possible to confirm the enemy's generals, including iron claws, flying teeth, black fist, and iron khan, the head of the blood flag regiment Tenebs, the head of Alanman and Dinza Mandol, and Tauren Shaman Lambert ... "

Okay, the battle is for this part. The big fish that should be caught are indeed almost the same. There is really no need to continue to waste physical energy. It is necessary to kill the kobolds and goblins.

On the other side, the contented Lu Xi looked at the battlefield that had no suspense, looked at the surging numbers in the experience pool, and once again understood the temptation of the "war dividend". He feels that in the future, he may have to maintain the tg (generation) level of will and moral standards before he can become a war monger.

"Congratulations, sir, you have won again!" The deputy commander Imon Veranbart riding on his unicorn raised his head and congratulated Lu Xi-no way, the claw under his crotch Although the beast is tall, Fleurs is half short compared to the game Lu Xi is riding, and he can only look up.

"No, it's our victory! Your Excellency Vilambat, we almost have to go to work in the country? At least we can apply for a silver medal for every officer. As for us, uh, plus Rudolph, Maybe the day when you stepped on the gold account, you might be able to add a star to your shoulder. "

Admiral less than 22 years old? Who can believe it? Even your wicked teacher, who became a magister at the age of twenty-five, won the rank of marshal of the reserve! Although the seaweed dad's heart is inevitable, he has to admit that there is a great chance that the other party said, and he is so inexplicably about to reach the peak of his career.

Know that it ’s a balance and compromise for federal political forces to serve as a deputy to Belencaster Jr., and Imon Vilambat is even ready to be a punching bag for the other party.

"After this war, within three months, the orcs will no longer be able to organize into large-scale forces that threaten us. So, Lord Vilambat, during this time, I want you to be in the Belka Valley , Select a suitable place to build a castle as a possible military station in China in the future. "

"Garrison?" He slightly stunned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is more suitable for seizing the national interest than the occupation after the complete demise. Lu Xi laughed: "If you don't understand, you can give it to your brother, our new speaker, Mr. Turner. He will understand what I mean. "

Uncle Seaweed gave Lu Xi a deep look, revealing a strange smile, slightly nodded.

"Also, collect all the animals left by the orcs and take away all the remaining soldiers. Of course, the dwarves, elves and allies of Oakland will try to scrape the ground, mines, herbs and even the ruins of the Geersa. They will be the objects they clean up. However, this is what they deserve. We do n’t have to be greedy. Please be sure to restrain the soldiers, there is no need to make unpleasant things with allies! "

"Xiaguan understand! Please rest assured."

Lu Xi is of course relieved. The old people of the Violet family are all political animals, and handling affairs in this area is actually the most convenient.

"So, at the latest, before the end of the summer, I will lead the southern cluster that crosses the Muboher River! Arrival, let's end Orgrimmar's luck together," Lu Xidao said.

"May the guidance of the Holy See, the goddess of wisdom and war, be with you!"

Had a face-to-face chat with Sister Pallas, and Lu Xi, who had left a memorial to her forehead, said that not only the goddess of war and wisdom, all the beautiful big sisters in the sky were guiding themselves.

"Wait slowly, Pakens, within this year, we will definitely have a break!"