Menethil's Power

Chapter 34 Trolls and Elves 2.0
From the appearance, Baldridge is an ordinary middle-aged human being, with a bald head, a neat beard, and a very kind smile.But when that cheeky visage is hidden behind a visor, he becomes a calm yet deadly fighting machine.Baldridge has served in the Northern Legion for 15 years, and possesses an absolutely outstanding combat awareness and literacy.

Since he became Isaacs' personal guard, Baldrige's equipment has been replaced with excellent enchanting quality, including a heavy spiked shield engraved with the Lordaeron logo, a large one-handed but actually two-handed weapon. sword, and a solid plate armor suit.The weight of these almost pure metal equipment is astonishing, but for Baldridge, who is a lord-level fighter and has been buffed by Isaacs at the same time, it is just in his hand.

Fully armed high-level heavy armor warriors are like meat grinders on the battlefield.Baldrige launched a charge, and the heavy armor brought huge kinetic energy, unstoppably hitting all enemies along the way.The troll roared and surrounded the middle-aged warrior who had penetrated into the enemy's line. Baldrige snorted coldly, and smashed the brains of the troll in front of him with a slam of the shield. Er Zhishi turned around and cut away.The sharp blade swept across the surrounding trolls with a strong sword energy, bringing blood rain all over the sky.This was a whirlwind slash with almost no dead ends, harvesting the lives of at least twenty trolls.The siege against Baldrige was disintegrated almost instantly.

The powerful combat power of the commander gave the mercenaries infinite confidence, and they cut in along the road opened by Baldrige in a mess. For a while, roars, the sound of weapons piercing into flesh, and screams resounded everywhere.The earth trembled, and four arcane puppets stepped into the battlefield with heavy steps. They swung their huge spiked arms and could clear a vacuum with a single blow. A patch of sparks appeared on the Man of Steel.There are quite a few smart people among the mercenaries, and they began to consciously focus on arcane puppets, using these big guys to block damage while harvesting the fish that escaped the puppet attack by chance.

On a small hill next to Fengxing Village, Isaacs, who was observing the battlefield, showed a strange expression. This is probably the prototype of the Azeroth version of the infantry-tank cooperative tactics.The troops invested by the two sides gradually increased, and the battle situation gradually expanded. Isaacs looked in the direction of the Fengxing village soldiers. They hadn't fired an arrow before because the arrows were limited, but now it was the best time to shoot.

As expected, Lilas did not disappoint Isaacs. A large number of arrows mixed with a small amount of fireballs and ice bolts soared into the air, and after flying over the center of the battle, they poured on the trolls behind, causing considerable damage. It also made the troll's forward momentum stagnate.There are still seemingly endless trolls pouring out of the jungle at this time, so they inevitably congested, and a large number of trolls suddenly gathered in a small place.

This is the moment!Isaacs raised his right hand and made a downward movement towards Ferryn Iron Drill behind him, and the green captain immediately shouted in a shrill voice, "Fire!" Twenty front-mounted cannons that were dismantled from the Cogwheel fired. With a roar, solid steel shells roared out, plowing several traces among the trolls.

Isaacs frowned. Artillery is a decisive weapon in a mortal war, but the troll has a physique and reaction speed far beyond that of a mortal, so the effect of this wave of salvo is not good.The accuracy of these front-mounted smoothbore guns is limited. Only half of the shells hit the target, and only killed the trolls that were hit directly.

Of course, this situation is also expected. The degree to which thermal weapons can naturally develop in Azeroth must be very low. After all, they only exist as substitutes for magical weapons that cannot be popularized.What's more, the Cogwheel is only a Tier [-] battleship, equipped with artillery that does not exceed [-] pounds, and its power is really limited.

Isaacs gave Felin Iron Drill an order to shoot freely. Although the artillery is not easy to use, it is a good thing to have more power at this time.He turned around and suddenly found that little Paltress, who had been silent all this time, was staring at the battlefield intently, and little Lolita was holding a corner of himself tightly in her little hand.Isaacs sighed softly, and skillfully stroked her soft blond hair, "Do you regret it? If you don't want to stay here any longer, I'll ask Arturia to take you back to the manor."

"No." Partress shook her head. She looked at Isaacs, her blue eyes sparkling with confusion, "Those mercenaries suffered heavy casualties. Why do we sit here and not treat them?"

Isaacs was about to say something, but Reinhardt on the side suddenly interjected. This ram has never had any concept of dignity, "Since we paid for those wastes to participate in the war, they should also pay to get it. Treatment." Reinhardt pouted, it was obvious that he didn't like these mercenaries.

Partridge frowned delicately, "But they are our comrades-in-arms now, and we should let the wounded retreat from the front for treatment, just like we have always done." The little girl often followed Isaacs treats the wounded, a job she loves.

"You are very kind, which makes me very relieved." Isaacs said seriously, he looked directly into the little pastor's eyes, and knew that he needed to vaccinate her, "But in many cases, simple kindness will not work. These mercenaries are not the elite soldiers of Lordaeron, even if we give the order to evacuate the wounded, it is still unknown whether they can implement it, and it will only confuse the queue and give the trolls an opportunity."

Partress was clearly not persuaded, but she was obediently not interrupting Isaacs.The boy looked at the battlefield. At this time, the number of trolls was increasing. At first, the mercenaries could find time to cut off the heads of the dead trolls, but now they could only fight the enemy with all their strength. "These mercenaries are greedy, cunning but blind idiots." Isaacs commented unceremoniously: "Their motivation for joining the war is for high mercenary money, but now they only have to save their lives. How do you think they would react if you told them at this point that some of them would withdraw from the fight and get adequate treatment?"

Partridge's little face turned pale. The little priest who grew up in a monastery was not a flower in a greenhouse. She had a clear understanding of the evil of human nature.Reinhardt answered the question for her, "What else can I do? Disguise, infiltrate, self-mutilate, as long as I can leave the battlefield, I will use any tricks, and then the whole line will be defeated, and everyone will finish the game together." He was very dissatisfied Ya tilted her head and spat out thick phlegm.

“Here’s why,” Isaacs concluded. “It’s undeniable that kindness is a wonderful quality, but when we’re in positions of power, we need to think about more than just morality.” Partridge is not a pure healer, so she shouldn't waste precious mental power on this kind of cannon fodder.Partridge's eyes were a little confused, and Isaacs knew that there was no need to say too much, at least now he can be sure that little Lolita has no tendency to become a white lotus.

Isaacs turned his attention to the battlefield again, but suddenly he smelled a foul stench.He released Power Word: Barrier almost subconsciously, and a circular golden barrier rose up, sealing off the lush bushes in front of him. A dozen sturdy green creatures suddenly appeared, and they roared violently. They frantically beat the golden barrier that surrounded them with their bodies and weapons.

Obviously, these trolls were attracted by the sound of artillery and gunpowder smoke. They were good at stealth, but they smelled too much and their brains were not very good. They didn't even have a lord level.Isaacs even had the urge to yawn from boredom, he was too lazy to deal with these trash fish.

Ferrin Irondriller and his men were completely taken aback.Isaacs turned his back to them and waved his hands, "You can go, leave the gun alone." The simple gun barrel is a heavy and solid piece of iron, and Isaacs is not worried at all that the troll will take them away or what havoc.

The crowd of goblins dispersed almost instantly as if they had been pardoned. Ferrin Iron Drill was indeed their leader, but he was still the fastest one after saluting to Isaacs.

"These guys are in your hands, Reinhardt, hurry up." The blond man shrugged indifferently, he was used to doing dirty work for the boss.Isaacs waved to Paltress, and the little girl walked over obediently immediately and let him hug her tightly.Isaacs activated the enchantment on the boots, took the little girl into the air, and at the same time stretched out two golden wings from behind, gliding in the direction of Fengxing Village.

He landed steadily at the gate of Fengxing Village, and sure enough, he found Artoria not far away.The battle at this time does not require her to take action, so the female elf is boringly practicing archery.She shot at a target 500 meters away at a steady speed, and each arrow would smash the previous arrow into pieces and replace it in its arrow hole. There was always only one arrow on the target.Isaacs felt chills watching it, and he had a rough understanding of the female elf's strength.

Isaacs did not interrupt her "game" out of courtesy.I have to say that the elves are really a magical race. Unless they are near the end of their lives, they will not show a trace of oldness.Artoria's age is a mystery, but she still looks like a young girl who is as beautiful as Aurelia.In Fengxingjia, she actually belongs to the existence of enshrining Keqing, and the so-called housekeeper position is actually the right to act as the head of the family.

Arturia had already spotted Isaacs, she shot the last arrow unhurriedly, and looked sideways at the boy, "What's the matter, little prince." The female elf is no longer as lively as when they first met points, with a smile in his eyes.

"We need your help now, ma'am," the boy said solemnly. "The pressure on the front line is too great, and they are almost overwhelmed."

Artoria raised her eyebrows, "Then what do you need from me?" She didn't seem to care about being ordered by Isaacs at all.

"It's impossible for a wandering troll to have such cohesiveness and combat effectiveness relying solely on a loose plate of sand. There must be a leader hidden among them." Isaacs' eyes became sharper, "Find him and kill him."

(End of this chapter)