Chapter 944 Are You Tired? (Sixth Update) (5/165)

Chapter 944 Are you tired? (Sixth update) (5165)

What do soldiers fear most on the battlefield?

The first thing to be afraid of is the pig teammates.

As the saying goes, "If you're not afraid of the god-like boss, you're afraid of the pig-like teammates." In fact, there is a kind of ghost existence above the pig teammates, called the boss who cheats people without paying for their lives.

If your teammate is a pig, you might be able to save yourself if you rely on yourself to be super awesome.

If your boss is crazy and forces you to die, then there is really no need to save him, just write a suicide note.

A general is the courage of his soldiers, which means that a coward general must have a group of scumbag soldiers.

Few people know that there is actually a saying, "A handsome man is the soul of a general."

Generals, in the final analysis, are just the executors of strategy.

The failure of strategy is the most terrible thing.

When the generals are being beaten so hard that even the generals are helpless, if even the supreme commander doesn't know what to do, how can you ask the soldiers below to have the courage to kill the enemy?

Now, Duke's almost arrogant smile spread all over the place. To the ears of the soldiers, it was not frightening, but like the sound of nature.

"However, I, Duke, have seen through everything." These extremely arrogant words were heard by the soldiers who were already panicking, and they were like a big reassurance.

yes! The invincible Alliance Commander Marcus has found a way to defeat the enemy. So what else do we have to fear?

At times like this, Duke's reputation has become more effective than imagined.

Without the officer's reminder, the veterans automatically remembered Duke's past glorious achievements.

Since the first battle at the Dark Portal, Duke has been honorable in every battle, even if he loses.

It's true that he lost Stormwind City, but he burned a hundred thousand orcs in a fire, and let Lothar take the head of the first generation orc warchief Blackhand.

Facing the fierce attacks of the tribe, he was defeated, retreated, and had no choice but to survive, but Duke seemed to be the embodiment of human tenacity. Through continuous alliance of forces, he still led As the alliance fought, it became stronger and stronger, and finally succeeded in making a comeback and defeating the orcs.

This time too.

The death shadow of the Scourge once shrouded most of the continent of Lordaeron, but Duke, a king, returned and led everyone to launch a counterattack. Now there is only one Tirisfal Glades left in the occupied area of ​​Lordaeron.

In addition to Silverpine Forest, which is still full of werewolves, most of the occupied areas on the continent of Lordaeron have been recovered.

right! That's right!

As long as we are led by Duke Marcus, we will surely win!

Suddenly, a wounded soldier with a broken arm struggled over from a distance, knelt down on one knee in front of Duke, and asked excitedly: "Your Excellency, Commander Marcus! Have you found a way to win?"

Seeing that the bandage on the soldier's shoulder was still bleeding, Duke couldn't help but feel a sore nose: "Yes, we will use the heads of those two big demons as tables for you later."

"Thank you! Your Excellency!" The soldier kowtowed heavily.

Duke's lofty words spread quickly.

"Will we finally win?"

"Yes! We will definitely win!"

"Please take care, Your Excellency, I also want you to present me with an award at the triumphal ceremony!"

"Yes! It will definitely happen!"

More and more soldiers gathered around Duke. Even the seriously wounded who could barely get out of bed sat up with the help of their comrades.

Not only the soldiers of the alliance, but also the warriors of the tribe screamed and raised their weapons after hearing the translation.

The swords and guns are like a forest, and the military spirit is like a mountain!

Thousands of voices were shouting and calling, and then they converged into one, turning into a shocking sound that reached into the sky.

"victory!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

right!

We will definitely win!

We always believe it!

At this moment, on the battlefield ahead.

This place is located at the entrance to the open area on the mountainside. Once you break through here, there will be a flat plain ahead. Except for the bunkers built by the alliance themselves, there is no danger to defend. Although the city wall is being built on the narrow road leading from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, everyone knows that the city wall is really useless against a big demon of this level.

The mortal soldiers in the coalition forces had no choice but to risk their lives and rush up from the two cocoons before they exploded to support the friendly forces on the mountain wall in front. The purpose was to stop the soldiers of the Burning Legion and prevent them from affecting the strong men of the coalition forces to surround and kill the two demon lords.

Mograine was very tired. He was holding the heavy [Ashbringer] and breathing heavily. One-third of the golden armor on his body was rotten, and he looked more like a beggar.

Grom threw the famous [Blood Roar] on the ground in front of him. The extremely strong man was covered in sweat and sat on the ground as if he was exhausted.

The most tragic one was the tauren chief Kane, because he was the largest, had the strongest vitality, and suffered the most damage. Kane now looked like a sweaty cow. He had at least hundreds of large and small wounds all over his body, and all his hair was dyed red by blood and sweat.

The blood seemed to be taking advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Liadrin was using all her strength to help him recover from his injuries, throwing [Holy Light Flash] and [Holy Light Spell] at the Tauren Chief for free.

Just when every strong man was hanging his head and gasping desperately, trying to delay the arrival of the final moment, the sound on the mountain attracted their attention.

"That's..." Wojin suddenly turned around, his eyes full of confusion.

"Haha!" Mograine laughed: "Who else could be there besides him?"

Sal's face was filled with a wry smile: "Although I don't want to admit it, I can only rely on him."

At this moment, whether they were strong men from the alliance or the tribe, the same name came to mind.

Sal secretly clenched his fists - Duke had given birth to him fifteen years earlier. In Duke's glory days, Thrall wasn't even born yet. As he grew up, Duke's glory continued. Then I, Thrall, must work hard to build the tribe in the future, so that the tribe can completely surpass the alliance! Create a glory that only belongs to me, Sal!

Not long after!

Duke arrived, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Duke smiled and came to the panting Grom.

"Grom, are you tired?" It seemed like he was asking with concern, but in fact he was irritated.

Where does Grom have a good temper that can be provoked?

He snorted coldly on the spot and pointed at Kazzak's giant cocoon: "Hmph! I can kill this guy ten more times!"

Duke patted Grom's explosive green muscles: "You don't need to kill ten times. Just kill one more time and it will be over."

"Really!?" Grom's eyes burst into sharp light.

"Ha! At least we are still allies now. I, Duke, never lie to my allies!" Duke's words were sonorous and powerful.

"Hey!" Grom stood up again. If he was still a tired beast just now, now he has transformed into the most ferocious berserker, and his whole body is full of strong fighting spirit.

The next update will start at 6pm tonight.

ps: Why are there nine and a half eunuchs out of 10 Warcraft fanfics? It's very simple, the story structure is too huge! There are so many heroes, everyone has their own favorites, and the author will easily offend people if he writes poorly. The further you get to the back, the more difficult it becomes to control.

I chose this theme purely because I have played World of Warcraft for five years and my love for the game.

But I am not perfect, let alone a great master of Wan Junding. My writing skills are limited, so I can only say that I will work hard to write. Wanben is certain, Yunfei claims to be the man who is the king of Wanben. It won’t be too long. It is expected to be no less than 5 million words. It will probably end before the middle of 2018. It is unlikely to be written to 7.0, because I think letting the idiot roar run away is the biggest nonsense for time travellers. …