(Two-in-one pretentious chapter
Without giving Zumashal's trolls much time to think, Carlos ordered the soldiers to start singing military songs.
"Alterac Don't Cry for Me"
"When the Alliance Calls"
"My Home is in Hillblade"
"hellsing"
"Holy Light Blesses Humanity"
After the five songs were sung, the military's morale was on fire and their momentum was as strong as a mountain.
“Give the trolls an ultimatum and give them one more song.”
Carlos made a decision.
"Then what are you going to sing?"
Turayan had no idea that Alterac's army had so many military songs. It seemed to Lothar that the main force of the alliance just knelt on one knee to pray or patted each other on the shoulders before the decisive battle. There were not so many tricks.
But looking at the fighting spirit of the soldiers around him that was as hot as red-hot coals, Turalyon felt that he had learned another skill.
"Since we have given the other side time to sing, let's take the lead. Aslan, prepare "themass"." Carlos showed the troll his kindness like crocodile tears.
The ever-changing flow of ups and downs
hateful life
intertwining suffering and happiness
intertwining happiness and suffering
Whether rich or poor, the wheel of fortune
holy holy holy order
divine blessing
divine blessing
holy holy holy blessing
divine blessing
My health and virtue are destroyed by fate
With a tired will, we are always tired of running for our lives
Don't delay letting the strings ring right now
holy holy holy order
holy blessing holy blessing
holy holy holy blessing
divine blessing
holy holy holy blessing
divine blessing
My health and virtue are destroyed by fate
My will is exhausted and always exhausted
Don't delay letting the strings ring right now
holy holy holy order
divine blessing
divine blessing
holy holy holy blessing
divine blessing
Don't delay letting the strings ring right now
Because fate has also been defeated by fate and wants to eliminate all pain.
Carlos had been king for only a few months. The war ahead was tense, and he could not provide a large amount of material rewards to win over the morale of the troops, so he could only start from the spiritual level.
A large number of magnificent or passionate military songs were performed under Carlos's majesty. Sung in the Kingdom of Alterac.
People are emotional, and many people may still have an impression of Carlos as the son of Grand Duke Alex Barov, the lucky boy who became the king. But under the influence of the singing, everyone had a feeling - this is a king who fights for the people, this is a hero!
Although I don’t know how heroic His Majesty Carlos is, this song sounds very heroic!
Even ordinary people have this understanding, not to mention the soldiers who have a good impression of Carlos.
A hymn-like military song ended. The troll's envoy had only just returned to Mihayd.
"attack!"
Carlos issued military orders.
"..." Turalyon was completely speechless. This was no excuse. The purpose of singing is basically to buy time for the formation of troops. You basically wanted to fight from the beginning, right?
Although the mountain road was difficult to walk, under the bombardment of exploding arrows, the trolls did not even have to push the rolling stone. Because the explosive arrow, which was completely inaccurate, hit the ground with a loud bang. A piece of rolling stone exploded.
The inventory Carlos brought was not much, just more than 400 explosive arrows. Although the power was not as powerful as a heavy artillery of more than eight pounds, the advantage lay in its intensive rate of fire. Ordinary artillery could not fire 400 times a minute. The power.
With the support of exploding arrows, the members of the Royal Religion National Knights completed the first round of charge and occupied the first corner platform of the zigzag mountain road.
"Push forward!"
Carlos gave the order and the army began to advance.
"Carlos, let me go!"
Turalyon's blood boiled. Take the initiative to ask for help.
"The second platform will be left to you."
Carlos agreed to Turalyon's participation in the battle, and at the same time arranged for the archers to suppress the troll archers and spear throwers on the third high platform.
Turalyon was born with a leadership temperament, and when he was in the Hillbrad Hills, he often led the inferior Alliance army to attack the superior Orc army. And use interspersed division to catch the orcs off guard.
Turalyon's keen intuition and fearless determination can often dominate the battlefield in small-scale battles. On a battlefield with hundreds of people like the second platform, this cheating man directly broke through the horse and sand barriers with his indomitable momentum. To obstruct him, he inserted himself into the defenders' formation like an unparalleled enemy.
When the trolls tried to surround him with spears, Turalyon used the wings of light he had recently mastered and leaped high. Falling heavily, the sacred light blinded all enemies within two hundred yards.
"As expected of his biological son. The blind man has realized the Holy Light..." Carlos muttered softly.
"Your Majesty, the troll pitcher on the third high platform has been suppressed by us. What should we do now?" Aslan Qian asked.
"Attack, there is no suspense anymore on the second high platform. Go up from the top in one go." Carlos gave an accurate reply.
The originally rugged mountain road was a nightmare for all attackers. But Carlos exhausted all his tricks, revealed all his cards, and used shameless bullying tactics to reach the second highest level in one breath.
Beyond the third highest platform is Zumashal. The trolls have not deployed any fortifications outside the city. Once the third highest platform is lost, the Bad Moss Trolls will be declared dead.
"Despicable humans!"
Mihayid did not expect that the human offensive would be so fierce, and he was completely caught off guard.
Mihayd was only a priest after all. Although he also hates Warlord Moranduo, he cannot deny that Moranduo is good at fighting. But now he was helpless.
"Hold!"
After Mihayd said these two words, he began to cast the spell.
Although there is no bonus from the Ancestral Altar, the powerful Mihayd has obtained the Ancestral Scepter and the sacrificial vessel of the dead priest Marika. Together with his own sacrificial vessel, it is enough to create a divine warrior.
"Listen to the voice of the gods! The ancestors are calling you, warriors, fight for Zumashal!"
During the prayer process. Mihayed felt that it was a mistake for him not to kill that little bitch Irsa Wens first, if the three holy weapons of death were complete. Coupled with the ancestor's sacrificial staff, he could summon the complete form of the divine weapon. At that time, he didn't care about the human beings in front of him.
Under the summons of the troll priest Mihaid, the ancestral staff emits strong energy fluctuations. Absorbed by the surrounding trolls.
"Carlos, there seems to be a big movement up there!" Turalyon, who had completed the strategy for the second high platform, returned to Carlos and said breathlessly.
"It doesn't matter. If we capture the third highest platform, the war will be over." Of course Carlos felt the strong fluctuations coming from above his head, but as a king, Carlos' thinking circuit was different from that of Carlos as a warrior.
If you want to completely defeat you, you must defeat you when you are at your strongest, and step on you from arrogance to despair after your strongest death. Kill all your hopes.
This is what a conqueror should do.
Because Mihayid focused all his energy on the trance ceremony, the trolls on the third highest platform were quickly slaughtered.
When the human vanguard had rushed through the mountain road and arrived outside Zumashal. What was heard was Mikhail's wild laughter.
"Stupid humans, welcome your doomsday!"
Forty-seven five-meter-tall mutated trolls screamed in pain and stood up from their crouching posture. The light in their eyes exuded madness and despair.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"I don't know, but with such a big body, he must have limited agility, right?"
"I don't know how the recovery ability is. The problem is the head or the chest."
The National Knights of the Royal Religion is an organization that Carlos has high hopes for, and it is under his guidance. This group of non-human killers perfectly responded to the king's expectations. Facing the mutated monsters, they showed no signs of timidity and all they discussed was how to kill the enemy.
Fear is contagious, and so is courage.
When Carlos rode his horse and stepped onto Zumashal step by step, what he saw was the heroic and fearless posture of human warriors fighting against monsters.
"It's useless, the divine warriors are immortal! Give up, humble human!"
Mikhail shouted arrogantly.
How dare you call yourself a divine warrior if you don't learn the blood-burning spear?
"This idiot doesn't mobilize the army to attack us. When we are not yet stable, he relies on these monsters to defeat us. Isn't he out of his mind?" Carlos couldn't understand, so he turned to ask Turalyon.
"But these monsters have such strong recovery capabilities, the soldiers can't stand it any longer." Turalyon was not as optimistic as Carlos.
"Then let me move around. The soldiers obey the order. The command of the army is temporarily under the command of General Turalyon. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
"Are you okay?" Turalyon asked.
"How can a man say he can't do it!"
Carlos said these words, turned over and dismounted, grasped his arcane ax tightly, advanced from a small step to a high-speed charge, jumped into the battlefield.
What should we do about undead and restorative monsters?
Cut it, cut it to death, you recover and I cut it, cut it into pieces and grind it into dregs.
Where does immortality come from!
Although the strengthened trolls are known as divine warriors, they are just bigger and have stronger resilience. Carlos, who has rich theoretical experience and has experienced countless monsters, quickly discovered the weaknesses of these divine warriors - penetrating injuries and chopping injuries. The recovery speed is very fast, but the regeneration speed of amputated limbs is much slower, and the size of the amputated limbs will shrink after regeneration.
"Cut them all into human sticks!"
In the face of the Royal Religion National Knights, who are getting more and more crazy as they fight, even the divine warriors will only end up destroyed.
As the divine warriors became smaller and smaller, the first alienated troll whose wounds could not keep up with the regeneration speed was cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces by humans.
"Don't any of these trolls know how to fight? With these monsters holding the battle, we only need to charge more than 500 trolls, and we will feel uncomfortable. They actually let Carlos fight happily. Others and us Just looking at it like this..." Turalyon couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but mock.
"This is impossible! The divine warriors are invincible!" Mihayd also discovered that his biggest trump card didn't seem to be that easy to use. "People of Zumashal, charge forward. Destroy the enemy!"
"Lord Turalyon, can you please stop chatting on the battlefield? The trolls have sent out troops." Aslan Qi'an rolled his eyes at Turalyon speechlessly.
"Ah hahaha, this is an accident, don't worry about it, send an order, divide four hundred people to flank from both sides." Turalyon gave the order.
"Your Majesty's place..."
"Excuting an order."
"yes."
Carlos. These men of yours still need training.
Turalyon sighed, the frontal battlefield was crowded with more than five hundred human warriors. They are all high-level combat forces. They are already suspected of being a waste of manpower. Why are they adding more troops? Can you put it down?
War is not a game, and painless battles have different requirements for individual combat space. When fighting monsters like the Divine Warrior head-on, the bigger the space for movement, the better. If there are too many people, should the Divine Warrior kill seven with one punch?
Seeing more and more divine warriors falling, Troll Priest Mihayd panicked. The ordinary trolls who rushed into the battlefield were far inferior to human soldiers in terms of training and equipment, and were unable to turn the tide of the battle.
The commotion in Zumashal City gave Mihayid a bad premonition.
"I am Ilsawens. Mihayed murdered the patriarch, the warlord and the priest of Marika. People, don't trust this traitor again!" The priestess was surrounded by a group of trolls with white cloth strips tied to their left arms. Appeared behind Mihayd.
"You bastard who has taken refuge in human beings!" Mihayed yelled viciously.
"Nonsense! It's not you who kidnapped humans. Zumashal will not be attacked by humans!" After regaining the advantage, Irsa Wens' IQ also came online. She could hit him in the face and bite him back, just by opening his mouth.
"Stupid. Hahahaha." Mihayid suddenly discovered something that was beneficial to him.
That is because Ilsa Wens is too close to her, and even the ancestral sacrificial staff can sense the call of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death.
"Power and status are all accessories of strength. Why don't you understand!"
Mihayd raised the ancestral sacrificial staff high, and then used the sharp tip of the staff to plunge into his heart.
"No!"
Ilsaviens, who noticed the rapid loss of power, whined and finally collapsed to the ground.
Mihayid's body, which absorbed all the power of the Three Deathly Hallows, gradually grew larger. Then it slowly shrunk, and finally became about three meters tall. A powerful troll whose muscles all over his body exude explosive intimidation.
"King of mankind, suffer death!" Mihayd said fiercely, and then swept away all obstacles blocking him. Both trolls and humans.
"Where do you get your confidence from?"
Carlos noticed Mihailo rushing towards him, saying disdainful words. He didn't dare to be careless with his hands. The wings of Holy Light behind him were twisted and intertwined, gradually merging into one.
"Euler Ora, Ora, Eue, Eue, Eue, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora,
With the appearance of the Holy Light Giant who didn't know how to make a sound, Carlos used the most powerful Holy Light technique in Azeroth for the second time.
"What the hell is this!" Turalyon was completely shocked that the Holy Light could still be used like this!
"Go to hell!" Mikhail punched out his fists heavily, but was firmly caught by the Holy Light Giant.
Boom~~~~~~~
The sonic boom of fists hitting each other silenced the entire battlefield. The trolls and human soldiers who were still fighting a moment ago focused their attention on Carlos and Mihayd.
Discovering that the deified Mikhail did not have an overwhelming advantage in strength, Carlos knew this and forced himself to pretend to be stable.
"You little god in this world, you did your best."
After Carlos finished speaking, he deliberately posed in slow motion.
Mihayd suddenly discovered that the power of the light ball monster that caught his fists was not inferior to his, and it was extremely difficult for him to withdraw his fists.
And Carlos, who was sandwiched between the Holy Light Giant and Mikhail, took a pose and gathered his strength for a long time, but he couldn't think of any more handsome lines. He was so angry that he missed such a good opportunity to show off?
"May you be born in a place illuminated by holy light in your next life!"
After Carlos finished speaking, the Arcane Ax struck down mercilessly, splitting Mihayd open from his left shoulder to his abdomen.
The Holy Light Giant unclenched his fists and stood quietly behind Carlos.
"Hahahaha, the divine warriors are immortal!" Mihayd said this weakly, but the injury was too serious and it would take time to heal the physical wounds.
"Please say harsh words when you have the upper hand."
Carlos thrust the Arcane Ax into the ground, and the Holy Light Giant floated behind Mihayd.
Carlos and the Holy Light Giant took their poses at the same time.
"Double!"
"Euler Ora, Ora, Eue, Eue, Eue, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, and Ora, Ora,"
"Euler Ora, Ora, Eue, Eue, Eue, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, and Ora, Ora,"
With a fist containing the power of the Holy Light, he hit Mihayid. For a full minute, Olaola gave no chance to Mihayd, the divine warrior who had integrated the three holy weapons of death, to show off.
"No, it's useless. As long as you can't completely destroy and destroy my body, I will eventually be resurrected." The angry Mihayd was still saying harsh words.
"I've finally determined one thing." Carlos looked at Mihayd's puzzled eyes and said to himself, "You don't know how to fight at all, and you're not even a qualified fighter."
After taking a few steps back to retrieve his Arcane Ax, Carlos raised the weapon high and shouted: "Alterac!"
The Holy Light Giant rushed into the sky and turned into a blazing and dazzling Holy Light Ax. It fell, turning Mihayd into ashes amidst his screams.
"Isn't that handsome? You still need to prepare a big sword." Carlos muttered quietly, then looked around the battlefield and let out a thundering roar in Troll language.
"Who else!" (To be continued)
