If there was no magic in the world, Eligor would have cursed God as he looked at the White Water River.
This Baishui River has rugged tidal flats on the left and right banks, and the deepest part is no bigger than a person's thigh. Although the current is fast, it only stirs up waves and white flowers, hence its name.
But in the middle of the Baishui River, which is a deep water area suitable for large boats, there are no reefs or rocks.
Under normal circumstances, if you want to wade across the river, you can only build a bridge or ferry.
But did Uther take the risk of dividing his troops to let them take the ordinary path?
After a short break to regroup, Eligor took out the manual and prepared to read it again.
No way, magic + engineering looks very good, but mages who also major in engineering are generally very good at it.
I feel confused...
Mines, bombs, grenades, as a paladin who graduated from a formal training institution, Eligor has always been at the forefront of military equipment. Not to mention individual weapons and equipment, he can handle artillery by himself, but he can't do it. This magic grenade will cause big problems if it is not used properly, not to mention it is a second-hand gadget whose power has been temporarily adjusted.
The war has been going on for almost a year, and the Alliance has used its face to deal with the natural disasters of the undead, so it naturally has the means to deal with them.
The "White Star" frost grenade is a targeted weapon and equipment developed and put into production to deal with the plague and death fog of the undead.
Using the low-temperature freezing gas generated by the "White Star" explosion, the plague components in the humid air can be quickly frozen in the solid water molecular structure and lose their infectivity.
Do you think this thing is useful?
It is useful. The necromancer uses a plague death fog to remove at least half of the mana. Once this mass-destructive spell covers the alliance position, the plague will strike very quickly and the fatality rate is extremely high. With the "White Star", it is equivalent to a seal. The tactical choice to survive the undead natural disaster.
How useful do you think this unfortunate thing is?
The accidental damage rate is extremely high. Frost Blast does not distinguish between friend and foe. If the grenadier misses the throw or even slips due to nervousness, it will be a lot of fun.
Other people's ice sculptures are stories, but the ice sculptures caused by "White Star" are called accidents!
What's more, these "White Stars" that Eligor brought were hand-made products in increased quantities.
How to cross the Baishui River?
The magic advisor around Uther said that unless an urgent application is made to Dalaran and the high elves send a grand mage, there will be no human archmage currently accompanying the army, including himself, who is good at terrain magic.
So...you have to add money, bah, you have to add ingredients.
The mages know how to play. They have already done this and published a paper on using "White Star" to freeze rivers.
War contributes to technological advancement, and so does magic.
Holding the enhanced version of "White Star", Eligor looked at the two old acquaintances beside him. The three of them all had wry smiles on their faces. They each spread out thirty meters and walked twenty steps into the shallow water, shouting "Five Four Three". On the 21st, he threw six frost grenades with the safety bolts pulled into the main channel of Baishui River, turned around and ran away.
There is no muffled sound caused by the explosion of a conventional grenade thrown into the water, but only the freezing of large-scale running water caused by the extreme cold shock.
In three to five seconds, the three inexperienced Paladins wearing armor had no time to escape from the shallow water and were all frozen on the shore. The most unlucky Erigor was only one step away from reaching the shore.
One step, just one step away... Shameful.
But that's the only good thing about the Paladin. The skin is rough and the flesh is thick. Except for the pain in removing the thigh hair from being frozen on the leg armor, there is no problem of muscle necrosis.
Garrosh did not interfere with the human rescue commander's troubles, but stepped forward and stood on the frozen river and stamped his feet several times.
So solid!
"According to plan, it's your turn."
Erigor pulled out his leg with the help of the soldiers and was using the holy light to treat himself, while the trolls and orcs were ready for battle.
After all, it was just the frost impact caused by the magic grenade. The frozen river surface was less than 100 meters, and the flooding situation in the upper reaches was not prominent, and the water volume in the lower reaches was not significantly reduced. This shows that the river has not been completely sealed, and there is still water flowing at the bottom of the river. pass.
This shows that the path created by the frozen river is not strong and may be washed away by the current at any time.
So the infantry of the orcs and trolls had to go first, and the thousand cavalry sent by Uther to Eligor slowly led the horses across the river, and they even had to consider the "White Star" to come again.
Except for Garrosh, everyone present was a veteran of hundreds of battles. They all knew what a mess the cavalry was, but they didn't get angry. However, listening to the old orc beside him analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the human cavalry, Garrosh could only smile. Be polite.
It was not until now that Garrosh suddenly discovered that Erigor, an old acquaintance of his, had not recognized him before.
The current Erigor has not yet received the glorious surname of Dawnbringer due to the war of the Undead Scourge.
Before the Alliance withdrew from the northern sphere of influence, there were only two people who had received the honor of XX Messenger, one was Uther the Lightbringer, and the other was Erigor the Dawnbringer.
Messenger is not an unpleasant word, it means agent, spokesperson, and can even be elevated to an incarnation.
Uther is the embodiment of light. Carlos is the only one who designates a Holy Light Battery with a larger capacity than his own. A sea of light can bring out group healing effects on friendly units every second. He is a boss.
And Eligor's glory is the tragic long night watch.
In Garrosh's memory, the Iron King rose to prominence during the Cataclysm of the Earth. The Erigor he knew experienced a tragic defeat of mankind. The Eastern Kingdom was divided into the north and south by the Paladin Gulf, and all the northern territories fell. All living humans They all fled south, and only a small group of paladins led by Erigor stayed and chose to hold on in desperate circumstances.
After seven years of guarding, only Erigor survived the original Paladin, but he trained a new generation of Paladins in such a difficult environment.
He kills in the dark night and guards the fragrance of dawn.
After the death of Tirion Fordring, Erigor Dawnbringer became the spiritual leader of the new generation of Paladins.
For a moment, Garrosh had the idea that it would be interesting to kill him. The young Erigor in this world was definitely no match for him.
But the long years have long tempered Garrosh's heart, and impulse no longer belongs to him.
It's good to have such a reliable guy as a teammate.
Garrosh was a little annoyed by the old orcs who patted him on the shoulder one after another and said they would protect him, but he didn't hate it.
The benefits and troubles of pretending to be young.
The response to the undead natural disaster was not slow. The special forces team here had just sealed the frozen river, and there were already ghouls taking action over there.
Although the orcs and trolls had tied grass stems and branches to the soles of their shoes to increase friction, many people still slipped and fell when crossing the river, and their movement speed was not very fast.
However, in everyone's surprised eyes, Garrosh showed superb body control, slowly accelerated all the way to a trot, and jumped high into the air, crossing half of the Whitewater River in a superhuman manner and landing on the west bank. on the land.
"No……"
The old orc regretted that he had not caught Garrosh, but his regret was interrupted just as he was fermenting.
The encirclement of six ghouls was easily resolved by Garrosh with a steel axe.
It's so familiar, so familiar. It's not that Garrosh doesn't want to hide his clumsiness, but this feel, this familiar feel...
I can't help it!
At that moment, Garrosh burned with the spark of youth.
"Victory or death!"
A war cry ignited the fervor of the orcs. Although the trolls didn't know what was happening, they just roared along. It was so exciting.
