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Chapter 88 Who will be full of air defense talents in a serious camp?
Chapter 88 Who will be full of air defense talents in a serious camp?
In December, it was already very cold in the Northland, especially the cold snap from the Alterac Mountains a few days ago, which completely covered the Hillsbrad Hills with silver frost.
When Alleria's ranger troops arrived, Anduin Lothar welcomed them in a more official way. To be reasonable, Lothar was so busy every day that he was dizzy and didn't have so much time to greet a team that only had 500 A small team of people, after a while of pleasantries, they... sent them to Brigadier General Rivendell.
The establishment of the alliance is the grass stage team. Basically, the duke and the marquis are major generals, and so on.Rivendell can have this officer, or because he has [-] soldiers.
Originally, Alleria didn’t want to camp with humans, and wanted to stay in a grove.
She underestimated the human need for wood.
In order to build camps and refugee camps, and to build fires for warmth, all the trees within a [-]-kilometer radius have already been cut down.
In addition, Rivendell's camp is already a very small number of decent military camps. Most of the camps are more chaotic than the random market because the nobles who lead the troops have not brought soldiers. , to see the Windrunner sisters frown.
Rivendell's barracks not only had neat wooden stakes, but also carefully separated the logistics area, activity area, eating area, accommodation area, and built a special toilet.
Alleria also noticed that when the soldiers helped them set up their tents, they swept a layer of lime on the top of the tent.
"What's this for?" Veresa asked curiously.
"Lime mortar! This thing is starting to smell a little bad, but it's fine when it's dry. It's nothing special, just fire prevention. This is the order of the Duke. If the camp next door catches fire, at least you don't have to give it to those idiots... er, it won't be affected anyway. ." Said the full-time logistics engineer in front of him.
Alleria pulled her sister and whispered, "Have you noticed the bed crossbows around the camp? It's obviously surrounded by Allied camps. In addition to the necessary sentry towers, a large number of bed crossbows have been installed. I always feel that Stratholme The Duke has some information that we don't."
Veresa: "Sister, this crossbow is for the outside world. Isn't it against us?"
"Not like, but this army has a strange smell."
They found out that evening.
Very fortunate, or rather inevitable, first a two-cavalry Griffin patrol found the enemy.
"My God! What is that?"
A human griffin rider pulled the reins, and a flush of color appeared on his pale face frozen by the wind and snow. He stared into the distance, as if he was afraid of missing a detail.
"That's... hell! It's a flying dragon! A flying dragon that breathes fire!"
"You go back and inform Commander-in-Chief Lothar, I'm worried about the other patrols!" After that, he took out a flare gun with a thick tube, and biubiubiu shot three flares of strange red flares into the sky.
Three red, representing the highest alert!
You know, in the alliance, even if there are over ten thousand orcs attacking, it is just a red signal flare.
"Prepare for war! Ring the alarm!" Lothar, who was patrolling the city wall, saw it for the first time. He shouted first, and then grabbed Turalyon, who was recently promoted to his adjutant: "Find out what's going on as soon as possible?"
"Understood!" Turalyon was nervous.
There is no need for him to ask questions. In the field of vision, a griffin rider is driving a griffin, almost swooping down at a 70-degree angle to the ground.
No special event, Griffin Knights are forbidden to do so.He reined in the reins and tried his best to control the gryphon, who was a little unhappy. When he approached the city wall, he shouted: "A large number of greenskins riding red flying dragons are killing from the west! There are too many! We can't even count them."
"Where did they get the flying dragon troops!?" Lothar's scalp was numb from the show of the orcs, but as the commander-in-chief, he had to make a decision immediately: "The infantry is withdrawn from the city head, the archers are replaced, and all the ballistas are wound up. !"
In this life, thanks to a local tyrant named Mai, the alliance has far more griffins than in history, and more than 300 griffin knights have gathered on the front line.It is a pity that the air force is not so easy to cultivate. The griffon knights of the alliance are now running and patrolling. If they really want to fight, they can only rely on the fighting instinct of the griffins.
In the chaos of the army, Lothar saw with his own eyes a bright red fire from the direction of Stromgarde in the far southeast, and several griffins who bravely rushed up, turned into huge fireballs that twitched and screamed from the air. Down.
A crimson dragon force was descending from the clouds, flapping its wings at least six meters long, hovering high in the west near the Wall of Thoradin.
These young red dragons roared uncomfortably, Huang Chengcheng's vertical pupils were like a pair of huge opals, and they exuded an aura of anger.
Lothar saw clearly with his sharp eyes that 300 meters away, a young dragon tried to throw off the orc knight on its back, but the knight hit its neck with a strange stick, causing it to convulse a little.
Without any prologue, an asymmetrical battle begins.
These young red dragons with wingspans longer than a carriage swooped down quickly and spat out fireballs the size of basins in the distance, easily sinking the entire section of the city wall into a sea of fire.
It was a hasty challenge, and the human defenders were completely messed up.
"Ballista! Where is our ballista!?" Lothar cursed angrily.
"Our ballistas are all aimed at the ground, and the firing angle is not enough!" Turalyon shouted.
Serious people who will put the ballista in the sky!
Throughout the audience, only the sporadic crossbowmen who caught up with them shot arrows at the red dragon with great courage. Unfortunately, they were often targeted. Some orcs grinned and drove the red dragon to a place very close to the city wall. The dragon's breath washes the floor.The crimson flame that spewed out was like a cloud of fire, instantly turning the human soldiers involved in the turbulent flames into a human-shaped torch.
awful!
That's horrible!
The entire Wall of Thoradin was burning, groaning and groaning.
Humanity?
I'm sorry, not many people can survive 2 seconds in the dragon's breath flames that exceed 5 degrees.
After a few rounds, the entire city wall can still stand, and only the paladins of the Silver Hand are left.Paladins can condense into holy light with their own will in a short time to protect their bodies from the flames.In fact, they can't hold it for long.
Looking at the green tide coming from far in the west, the most exaggerated thing is that there are also a large number of wolf cavalry among them, Lothar's mouth is full of bitterness: "It's over! Everything is over!"
Amidst the thundering drums of war, the heroic cries of the orcs came rushing in like a raging wave.
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Orgrim certainly will not miss this opportunity to break through!He didn't even put his mind on Stromgarde, but took the Warsong clan who had arrived when the Dark Portal was opened for the second time and attacked the Wall of Thoradin.
His goal is no longer simply to break through the city wall defense line, he wants to chase the rear all the way, take the opportunity to destroy this army that has gathered, and destroy the courage of human beings to resist.
Here, after ravaging the city wall twice and finding that no humans dared to move on it, the orc knights of the Dragonmaw clan ignored the exhaustion of the young dragons and drove them to continue westward.
The Warchief's order was to burn all the human granaries and drive them out of the barracks like rats.
Everything was going well. The humans in the first five camps screamed and became acquaintances in the sea of fire.
But in the sixth camp, the fifty young dragons in front of them were nonsensically hit by a rain of blue arrows that suddenly rose.
The leading dragon-mawed orcs finally saw clearly that there were more than 60 ballistas below that were angled [-] degrees from the ground and pointed to the sky!In addition, at least [-] human soldiers wearing strange cloaks scattered, while pedaling crossbows that were almost one person tall.
This scene is outrageous!
Who will be full of [Air Defense] talent in a serious camp! ?
(End of this chapter)
In December, it was already very cold in the Northland, especially the cold snap from the Alterac Mountains a few days ago, which completely covered the Hillsbrad Hills with silver frost.
When Alleria's ranger troops arrived, Anduin Lothar welcomed them in a more official way. To be reasonable, Lothar was so busy every day that he was dizzy and didn't have so much time to greet a team that only had 500 A small team of people, after a while of pleasantries, they... sent them to Brigadier General Rivendell.
The establishment of the alliance is the grass stage team. Basically, the duke and the marquis are major generals, and so on.Rivendell can have this officer, or because he has [-] soldiers.
Originally, Alleria didn’t want to camp with humans, and wanted to stay in a grove.
She underestimated the human need for wood.
In order to build camps and refugee camps, and to build fires for warmth, all the trees within a [-]-kilometer radius have already been cut down.
In addition, Rivendell's camp is already a very small number of decent military camps. Most of the camps are more chaotic than the random market because the nobles who lead the troops have not brought soldiers. , to see the Windrunner sisters frown.
Rivendell's barracks not only had neat wooden stakes, but also carefully separated the logistics area, activity area, eating area, accommodation area, and built a special toilet.
Alleria also noticed that when the soldiers helped them set up their tents, they swept a layer of lime on the top of the tent.
"What's this for?" Veresa asked curiously.
"Lime mortar! This thing is starting to smell a little bad, but it's fine when it's dry. It's nothing special, just fire prevention. This is the order of the Duke. If the camp next door catches fire, at least you don't have to give it to those idiots... er, it won't be affected anyway. ." Said the full-time logistics engineer in front of him.
Alleria pulled her sister and whispered, "Have you noticed the bed crossbows around the camp? It's obviously surrounded by Allied camps. In addition to the necessary sentry towers, a large number of bed crossbows have been installed. I always feel that Stratholme The Duke has some information that we don't."
Veresa: "Sister, this crossbow is for the outside world. Isn't it against us?"
"Not like, but this army has a strange smell."
They found out that evening.
Very fortunate, or rather inevitable, first a two-cavalry Griffin patrol found the enemy.
"My God! What is that?"
A human griffin rider pulled the reins, and a flush of color appeared on his pale face frozen by the wind and snow. He stared into the distance, as if he was afraid of missing a detail.
"That's... hell! It's a flying dragon! A flying dragon that breathes fire!"
"You go back and inform Commander-in-Chief Lothar, I'm worried about the other patrols!" After that, he took out a flare gun with a thick tube, and biubiubiu shot three flares of strange red flares into the sky.
Three red, representing the highest alert!
You know, in the alliance, even if there are over ten thousand orcs attacking, it is just a red signal flare.
"Prepare for war! Ring the alarm!" Lothar, who was patrolling the city wall, saw it for the first time. He shouted first, and then grabbed Turalyon, who was recently promoted to his adjutant: "Find out what's going on as soon as possible?"
"Understood!" Turalyon was nervous.
There is no need for him to ask questions. In the field of vision, a griffin rider is driving a griffin, almost swooping down at a 70-degree angle to the ground.
No special event, Griffin Knights are forbidden to do so.He reined in the reins and tried his best to control the gryphon, who was a little unhappy. When he approached the city wall, he shouted: "A large number of greenskins riding red flying dragons are killing from the west! There are too many! We can't even count them."
"Where did they get the flying dragon troops!?" Lothar's scalp was numb from the show of the orcs, but as the commander-in-chief, he had to make a decision immediately: "The infantry is withdrawn from the city head, the archers are replaced, and all the ballistas are wound up. !"
In this life, thanks to a local tyrant named Mai, the alliance has far more griffins than in history, and more than 300 griffin knights have gathered on the front line.It is a pity that the air force is not so easy to cultivate. The griffon knights of the alliance are now running and patrolling. If they really want to fight, they can only rely on the fighting instinct of the griffins.
In the chaos of the army, Lothar saw with his own eyes a bright red fire from the direction of Stromgarde in the far southeast, and several griffins who bravely rushed up, turned into huge fireballs that twitched and screamed from the air. Down.
A crimson dragon force was descending from the clouds, flapping its wings at least six meters long, hovering high in the west near the Wall of Thoradin.
These young red dragons roared uncomfortably, Huang Chengcheng's vertical pupils were like a pair of huge opals, and they exuded an aura of anger.
Lothar saw clearly with his sharp eyes that 300 meters away, a young dragon tried to throw off the orc knight on its back, but the knight hit its neck with a strange stick, causing it to convulse a little.
Without any prologue, an asymmetrical battle begins.
These young red dragons with wingspans longer than a carriage swooped down quickly and spat out fireballs the size of basins in the distance, easily sinking the entire section of the city wall into a sea of fire.
It was a hasty challenge, and the human defenders were completely messed up.
"Ballista! Where is our ballista!?" Lothar cursed angrily.
"Our ballistas are all aimed at the ground, and the firing angle is not enough!" Turalyon shouted.
Serious people who will put the ballista in the sky!
Throughout the audience, only the sporadic crossbowmen who caught up with them shot arrows at the red dragon with great courage. Unfortunately, they were often targeted. Some orcs grinned and drove the red dragon to a place very close to the city wall. The dragon's breath washes the floor.The crimson flame that spewed out was like a cloud of fire, instantly turning the human soldiers involved in the turbulent flames into a human-shaped torch.
awful!
That's horrible!
The entire Wall of Thoradin was burning, groaning and groaning.
Humanity?
I'm sorry, not many people can survive 2 seconds in the dragon's breath flames that exceed 5 degrees.
After a few rounds, the entire city wall can still stand, and only the paladins of the Silver Hand are left.Paladins can condense into holy light with their own will in a short time to protect their bodies from the flames.In fact, they can't hold it for long.
Looking at the green tide coming from far in the west, the most exaggerated thing is that there are also a large number of wolf cavalry among them, Lothar's mouth is full of bitterness: "It's over! Everything is over!"
Amidst the thundering drums of war, the heroic cries of the orcs came rushing in like a raging wave.
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Orgrim certainly will not miss this opportunity to break through!He didn't even put his mind on Stromgarde, but took the Warsong clan who had arrived when the Dark Portal was opened for the second time and attacked the Wall of Thoradin.
His goal is no longer simply to break through the city wall defense line, he wants to chase the rear all the way, take the opportunity to destroy this army that has gathered, and destroy the courage of human beings to resist.
Here, after ravaging the city wall twice and finding that no humans dared to move on it, the orc knights of the Dragonmaw clan ignored the exhaustion of the young dragons and drove them to continue westward.
The Warchief's order was to burn all the human granaries and drive them out of the barracks like rats.
Everything was going well. The humans in the first five camps screamed and became acquaintances in the sea of fire.
But in the sixth camp, the fifty young dragons in front of them were nonsensically hit by a rain of blue arrows that suddenly rose.
The leading dragon-mawed orcs finally saw clearly that there were more than 60 ballistas below that were angled [-] degrees from the ground and pointed to the sky!In addition, at least [-] human soldiers wearing strange cloaks scattered, while pedaling crossbows that were almost one person tall.
This scene is outrageous!
Who will be full of [Air Defense] talent in a serious camp! ?
(End of this chapter)
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