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Chapter 44 The lok'tar Project
Chapter 44 The lok'tar Project
In the secret room of Duke Stratholme's mansion, Bolvar sat upright opposite McDonald, and seemed to be restless, especially when the screams came, he stood up and clenched his fists.
"I...would we do something wrong." Guilt was written on the honest man's face.
At this time, a slightly old female voice came from the corner: "Your Excellency Duke Fordragon, please rest assured, if the battle strength on this long street is half of what the Duke of Stratholme claims, this is destined to cause very bad consequences. ."
McDonald's glanced at the old female thief with a mask and crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
Pasonia Shore - She single-handedly founded the secret intelligence organization [MI[-]] in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and is the grandmother of the later legendary thief master Mathias Shore.
McDonald drank the red wine in his hand: "You have my promise!"
What a joke, the Silver Four Saints are in the Holy Light Church at the end of the street, and the street is a palace.
If this can overturn the car, then... whoever deserves to be unlucky.
……
Outside, Duke Andorhal's carriage was very unfortunately chosen as the target by the berserk orcs for the first time.
The furious orc roared, ignoring the stab of the guard who jumped from the carriage, stabbed a sword on his forehead, and a huge 10cm hole was cut open on his scalp.
He continued to slam into the carriage with a shoulder-rushing motion.
The magic protection array on the carriage took effect automatically at the same moment it was impacted, interweaving a light blue mesh of brilliance, finally avoiding the tragic fate of being blown up in the first place.
The impact was not something that could be eliminated casually. At that moment, the carriage seemed to have suffered a terrifying small earthquake. The whole thing turned to the left and fell to the ground, even knocking the horses to the ground.
The fat pig Duke Andorhal inside was kicked up by the sudden impact with a thud, and slammed into the duchess beside him.
Not that there were no noble guards to fight back, but this was the center of Lordaeron, and the guards were only equipped with a symbolic cross sword.For the sake of beauty, the blade is often very thin.
This caused them to suffer a big loss whenever they collided with the iron stick of the cage held in the hands of the orcs.
"Ah!" A guard's sword was broken first, and then he was hit by an iron rod that came along with the situation. He was snorted and flew to the gate of the Stratholme family's mansion.
The long street was chaotic, and the guards did not form an effective counterattack because they were caught off guard. After all, their main task was to protect their lord, and the carriages in the distance immediately rushed to speed up their escape.
Adjustable heads and hasty control of horses led to more accidents.
After the group of guards of the slave owner Ritter failed to encircle and suppress them, this group of thirty orcs who escaped from the cage became lawless.
Kill the red-eyed orcs, and whip up whatever looks pleasing to the eye as a weapon.
The branches of the prison cage, the stone benches by the roadside, and even the [-]-meter-high iron street lamps lit by oil lamps were all pulled up by them with terrifying brute force.
A hapless viscount was dragged from an overturned carriage by an orc and torn apart on the spot.
That scene was pretty restricted.
Bolvar, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, listened to the live voice broadcast of his subordinates, and felt more and more bad: "Your Excellency, are you really all right?"
"It's okay." McDonald waved his hand indifferently: "On this long street, there are at least 2000 guards in all the mansions, and there are [-] official knights among them. The four holy lights of the devil...the priest is just down the street."
Thirty orcs came out this time.Is it still possible to go to heaven?
Do not!I'm the first McDonald's to not believe it!
McDonald's is still too young, and he ignores one thing - the human heart.
A guard's job is to protect his master.
The master is fine, that is the greatest success of the guards.
Especially when the situation is unclear, closing the gate of one's own mansion and waking up all the guards and servants to prepare for battle is already the limit of what the guards can do.
Where did so much bravery come from?
Just as the guards on the long street were all dead, a group of black mold turtles were about to be slaughtered by orcs, and the leading orcs saw the most splendid palace.
The gorgeous tower in purple and white, like the brilliant lights of the city that never sleeps, deeply stimulated the nerves of the orc leader.
Demon blood makes orcs violent and destructive, but not completely irrational.
Knowing that he had gone deep behind the enemy's back and had no chance to go back alive, the lead orc made a decision with astonishing intuition - he waved a machete that he had snatched from his hand, aimed at the gate of the palace, and the shocking voice resounded in the night sky: "Lok 'Tar-Ogar! (Win or die)!"
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Primitive and rough, with the orcs' struggle in the barren land for thousands of years, a powerful spiritual inheritance forged with blood and life.
The roar of 30 people has the astonishing momentum of thousands of people.
The loud roar shook the entire long street, the city of Lordaeron, and even... the entire kingdom!
Armed with a variety of weapons, they launched a death charge towards the palace.
If the quality of the royal guards is good enough, they will definitely close the gate of the palace as soon as possible.
The problem is that Lordaeron has not been at war for at least a thousand years.
Lordaeron, who was once determined to forge ahead, became solidified because of the limited territorial expansion.
There are still border areas where trolls or monsters are infested, and the quality of the army is not bad, and the army of Lordaeron in other areas is quite stretched.
Most of the royal guards are held by noble children. Except for the royal guards who can protect Terenas and Arthas, the rest are embroidered pillows.
Handsome is over.
It is a common practice for the eldest son to inherit the title and family business, and the next son to be stuffed into the royal guards or the Royal Guard to make a fortune.
When these young master soldiers faced the berserk orcs, they looked at the other side like a fool.
The burly stature is half a body taller than a human, with strange green skin like a ghost in hell, and his round and bulging eyes are like a pair of tumbling red lava balls.
With a savage aura that hunts all things, it stares at these scary wastes with cruel eyes.
Without any mercy, the hand rises and falls.
These young master soldiers are not even as good as the guards and arena bodyguards on the street just now, and they are easily killed and scattered.
After the three guards guarding the gate were killed, these scumbags abandoned their duties, even forgot to close the gate, and let the carriage that overturned because the horses were chopped to death pressed against the gate and creaked in the wind. moan.
Thirty blood-soaked orcs marched all the way into the palace like this, killing the dance hall that had not yet disappeared.
"Ahhhh-"
"monster!"
"There are monsters—"
"Guards! Where are the guards?"
Here, McDonald's was completely dumbfounded: No way!Is this the virtue of the royal guards?Even the young master, I can play ten of them one at a time!
MacDonald, who found himself playing with big hair, bit his head, just put on a Thorium breastplate, and rushed out of the garden at the front gate of the Duke's Palace with Bolvar, looking at the nervous and ignorant Serier Gram just assembled dozens of people.
MacDonald's acting skills exploded. With a slightly trembling voice, he raised the long sword in his hand and shouted: "Follow me! Kill all the greenskins! Protect Your Majesty—"
Serijek only felt a rush of blood rushed to Tianling Gai, and shouted in desperation: "King Qin! Protect Your Majesty—"
(End of this chapter)
In the secret room of Duke Stratholme's mansion, Bolvar sat upright opposite McDonald, and seemed to be restless, especially when the screams came, he stood up and clenched his fists.
"I...would we do something wrong." Guilt was written on the honest man's face.
At this time, a slightly old female voice came from the corner: "Your Excellency Duke Fordragon, please rest assured, if the battle strength on this long street is half of what the Duke of Stratholme claims, this is destined to cause very bad consequences. ."
McDonald's glanced at the old female thief with a mask and crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
Pasonia Shore - She single-handedly founded the secret intelligence organization [MI[-]] in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and is the grandmother of the later legendary thief master Mathias Shore.
McDonald drank the red wine in his hand: "You have my promise!"
What a joke, the Silver Four Saints are in the Holy Light Church at the end of the street, and the street is a palace.
If this can overturn the car, then... whoever deserves to be unlucky.
……
Outside, Duke Andorhal's carriage was very unfortunately chosen as the target by the berserk orcs for the first time.
The furious orc roared, ignoring the stab of the guard who jumped from the carriage, stabbed a sword on his forehead, and a huge 10cm hole was cut open on his scalp.
He continued to slam into the carriage with a shoulder-rushing motion.
The magic protection array on the carriage took effect automatically at the same moment it was impacted, interweaving a light blue mesh of brilliance, finally avoiding the tragic fate of being blown up in the first place.
The impact was not something that could be eliminated casually. At that moment, the carriage seemed to have suffered a terrifying small earthquake. The whole thing turned to the left and fell to the ground, even knocking the horses to the ground.
The fat pig Duke Andorhal inside was kicked up by the sudden impact with a thud, and slammed into the duchess beside him.
Not that there were no noble guards to fight back, but this was the center of Lordaeron, and the guards were only equipped with a symbolic cross sword.For the sake of beauty, the blade is often very thin.
This caused them to suffer a big loss whenever they collided with the iron stick of the cage held in the hands of the orcs.
"Ah!" A guard's sword was broken first, and then he was hit by an iron rod that came along with the situation. He was snorted and flew to the gate of the Stratholme family's mansion.
The long street was chaotic, and the guards did not form an effective counterattack because they were caught off guard. After all, their main task was to protect their lord, and the carriages in the distance immediately rushed to speed up their escape.
Adjustable heads and hasty control of horses led to more accidents.
After the group of guards of the slave owner Ritter failed to encircle and suppress them, this group of thirty orcs who escaped from the cage became lawless.
Kill the red-eyed orcs, and whip up whatever looks pleasing to the eye as a weapon.
The branches of the prison cage, the stone benches by the roadside, and even the [-]-meter-high iron street lamps lit by oil lamps were all pulled up by them with terrifying brute force.
A hapless viscount was dragged from an overturned carriage by an orc and torn apart on the spot.
That scene was pretty restricted.
Bolvar, who was sitting opposite McDonald's, listened to the live voice broadcast of his subordinates, and felt more and more bad: "Your Excellency, are you really all right?"
"It's okay." McDonald waved his hand indifferently: "On this long street, there are at least 2000 guards in all the mansions, and there are [-] official knights among them. The four holy lights of the devil...the priest is just down the street."
Thirty orcs came out this time.Is it still possible to go to heaven?
Do not!I'm the first McDonald's to not believe it!
McDonald's is still too young, and he ignores one thing - the human heart.
A guard's job is to protect his master.
The master is fine, that is the greatest success of the guards.
Especially when the situation is unclear, closing the gate of one's own mansion and waking up all the guards and servants to prepare for battle is already the limit of what the guards can do.
Where did so much bravery come from?
Just as the guards on the long street were all dead, a group of black mold turtles were about to be slaughtered by orcs, and the leading orcs saw the most splendid palace.
The gorgeous tower in purple and white, like the brilliant lights of the city that never sleeps, deeply stimulated the nerves of the orc leader.
Demon blood makes orcs violent and destructive, but not completely irrational.
Knowing that he had gone deep behind the enemy's back and had no chance to go back alive, the lead orc made a decision with astonishing intuition - he waved a machete that he had snatched from his hand, aimed at the gate of the palace, and the shocking voice resounded in the night sky: "Lok 'Tar-Ogar! (Win or die)!"
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Primitive and rough, with the orcs' struggle in the barren land for thousands of years, a powerful spiritual inheritance forged with blood and life.
The roar of 30 people has the astonishing momentum of thousands of people.
The loud roar shook the entire long street, the city of Lordaeron, and even... the entire kingdom!
Armed with a variety of weapons, they launched a death charge towards the palace.
If the quality of the royal guards is good enough, they will definitely close the gate of the palace as soon as possible.
The problem is that Lordaeron has not been at war for at least a thousand years.
Lordaeron, who was once determined to forge ahead, became solidified because of the limited territorial expansion.
There are still border areas where trolls or monsters are infested, and the quality of the army is not bad, and the army of Lordaeron in other areas is quite stretched.
Most of the royal guards are held by noble children. Except for the royal guards who can protect Terenas and Arthas, the rest are embroidered pillows.
Handsome is over.
It is a common practice for the eldest son to inherit the title and family business, and the next son to be stuffed into the royal guards or the Royal Guard to make a fortune.
When these young master soldiers faced the berserk orcs, they looked at the other side like a fool.
The burly stature is half a body taller than a human, with strange green skin like a ghost in hell, and his round and bulging eyes are like a pair of tumbling red lava balls.
With a savage aura that hunts all things, it stares at these scary wastes with cruel eyes.
Without any mercy, the hand rises and falls.
These young master soldiers are not even as good as the guards and arena bodyguards on the street just now, and they are easily killed and scattered.
After the three guards guarding the gate were killed, these scumbags abandoned their duties, even forgot to close the gate, and let the carriage that overturned because the horses were chopped to death pressed against the gate and creaked in the wind. moan.
Thirty blood-soaked orcs marched all the way into the palace like this, killing the dance hall that had not yet disappeared.
"Ahhhh-"
"monster!"
"There are monsters—"
"Guards! Where are the guards?"
Here, McDonald's was completely dumbfounded: No way!Is this the virtue of the royal guards?Even the young master, I can play ten of them one at a time!
MacDonald, who found himself playing with big hair, bit his head, just put on a Thorium breastplate, and rushed out of the garden at the front gate of the Duke's Palace with Bolvar, looking at the nervous and ignorant Serier Gram just assembled dozens of people.
MacDonald's acting skills exploded. With a slightly trembling voice, he raised the long sword in his hand and shouted: "Follow me! Kill all the greenskins! Protect Your Majesty—"
Serijek only felt a rush of blood rushed to Tianling Gai, and shouted in desperation: "King Qin! Protect Your Majesty—"
(End of this chapter)
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