MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 8 cheers! dears!
Chapter 8 Cheers! dears!
Whose tears, uh, whose ketchup is flying?
No kidding, in this era, the cut (fight) and sparring (fight) are more exciting than the old American Free Wrestling League WWE.
Who is playing tricks with you?
A fist the size of a casserole slammed into his face.
Just looking at the eyes, nose, mouth and other organs crowded together in an instant, McDonald's felt pain.
There is no suspense, a big-headed soldier tossed in the air for a week and a half, turned 720 degrees, and threw himself on the red mud ground of the square.
Looking at the blood spattering from his nose and mouth, McDonald's had no doubt that with just two more strengths, he could even shoot out in minutes.
Uther was expressionless: "Next!"
Beside , Saidan Dasuohan used a sword flower to slash a wooden swordless double-headed sword at the waist of a knight.
"Sigh!"
That guy spit out the breakfast he just ate, and the air was filled with a sour smell.
Compared with these two instant kill kings, Tirion Fordring and Turalyon, who beat people down with a clothed wooden warhammer, are simply low-key little princes.
Looking at his comrade lying on the ground, the generals and soldiers in the entire square were stunned.
The pastor has seen a lot.
Have you ever seen a priest who can fight like this?
"Why do I think these priests are more powerful than Lord Mograine?" a knight whispered to his companions.
"Yeah! This should be more powerful than the champion knight?"
Over there, McDonald's, whose face was as black as a crockpot, showed his eight-pack abs with a smile.
Excuse me!
with all due respect!
What champion knights are brothers in front of the Five Silver Saints!
These guys are the highest force at this point in time, and they can rank in the top ten in the chopper team rankings by just twisting them out.
At this time, a rather heroic knight stood up.
"I'm Ser Theriek, please enlighten me!"
Hearing this, McDonald's got goosebumps.
Fuck!
Another Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
What crime did the Stratholme family do, specializing in the Knights of Apocalypse?
Serijek is an excellent commander, but unfortunately in the original history, he failed to resist the Scourge, and after being killed, he forced his soul to degenerate into a knight of the apocalypse.
This stuff, McDonald's really didn't pay attention. After all, the first time Serijek appeared in the official history was the half-blooded Crusaders. Now that I think about it, it should be that he first belonged to the Stratholme family, and then after the massacre, he changed to the nearest boss, Mograine.
Destiny, how wonderful!
I have to say that Serijek is a very courageous knight. He decisively chose the hardest way to challenge the world's number one sturdy man, Uther.
Then…
There's no after that!
Some people wanted to fight in a group, but dozens of people rushed up, only to be beaten by the four priests until their noses were bruised and bruised, all of them collapsed on the ground and moaned.
Looking at his timid subordinates, McDonald's face turned ashen, and he applauded.
"Clap clap clap!"
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! Is this the knight order that our Stratholme family is proud of? It really gives me a face! I'll give you the best equipment, the best food, the best treatment, take out this Show...the Stratholme family should treat you all as barons?"
If it was an angry scolding, it might not have had such a good effect. Master MacDonald's Yin-Yang Studies made every soldier bow his head and dare not look at his own Duke.
But their skills are not as good as others, and those who dare to come forward are persuaded by physics.
One and a half cows are enough, but there are four.
OMG!
At this point in time, the Silver Five Saints are far from being revered as sacred. Everyone's impression of the Holy Light system is still on Tang Seng, uh, a group of kindly weak chickens.
It was rumored that the Knights of Stratholme had beaten the four priests to death. Are they still being human?
Shame to explode!
McDonald's, who had burst with acting skills, performed with Yan Yi - He...tui!
He glanced at the brightly armored soldiers disdainfully: "Armor is the guarantee of a soldier's life, and I won't take it back. But I earned my own face. This time I changed my mind. Instead of hunting, I changed my mind. Go and destroy the Moss Clan. You are under these four priests until you prove your prowess with troll heads."
The Four Silver Saints did not embarrass them, and used small spells such as [Recovery] to treat those unlucky devils.
Waiting for dinner, looking at the rotten leaves in front of him and the black bread that was hard enough to hit a troll with a stick, Serijek and other soldiers turned blue.
People!
From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult.
They had been eating brown bread and didn’t feel anything. After a few days of sumptuous meals, they were suddenly demoted and beaten to the point of losing their temper. The contrast tortured them.
A new news came, the Duke ordered people to post recruitment notices all over the city, recruiting good people to get trolls.
This added fuel to the fire, slapped their faces.
On the other side, Uther also lived in the officer's room of the barracks.
"This duke looks young, but his methods are really old!" Turalyon sighed with emotion.
"Oh! I like what he's doing." Saidan whistled a little frivolously, but when the eldest Uther frowned, he immediately sat up straight.
Uther said solemnly: "The griffin messenger that the Duke apparently sent to the south to buy the Crazy Fish from Lake Locke has received the latest news. The Kingdom of Stormwind has been invaded by those green-skinned monsters into Elwynn Forest."
That is already the hinterland of Stormwind Kingdom.
Tirion Fording's face sank: "That is to say, both the Duke and Master believe that it is imperative to develop the [Paladin] profession and to form a new Knights Order with Paladins as the core."
Saidan squinted: "Is this for the four of us to learn to lead the army in advance? Your Excellency the Duke really took great pains."
The four priests glanced at each other and nodded at the same time.
Over there, the Duke's draft order made the entire city of Stratholme boil.
The soldiers in the world of Azeroth are divided into many grades. The highest level is of course knights. In the era of no large-scale wars, only by relying on superb martial arts and winning the championship in the knight's conference can you gain the appreciation of the nobles, award a village, and use hundreds of acres of farmland as a fief, thus embarking on the road to promotion.
Then there are the squires. These professional soldiers often serve the nobles for multiple generations in exchange for food and clothing. They served as attendants when they were young, and learned etiquette and fighting knowledge. When they grew up, they sought military exploits to become knights.
Further down are the city guards and mercenaries of the mercenary system. They have received quasi-professional training, so they have a certain combat effectiveness.
No matter which one, as long as it is not a full-scale war, the conscripts will have to pay a large settlement fee.
This time the recruits are servants. For the Stratholme people who have experienced a long period of peace and a population explosion, this is undoubtedly a long-term meal ticket from heaven.
In the tallest tower of the castle, MacDonald, who was standing by the window, looked at the long queue of people waiting for the interview outside the castle gate with complicated eyes, and he couldn't help but murmured: "I will meet the standard soon. I want to tell this **** place. Bye bye. These soldiers are my last gift to you."
Looking at the burly backs of the Four Sages of Silver from a distance, McDonald raised the wine glass in his hand with a smile.
"Cheers! Guys!"
(end of this chapter)
