MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 7 Vegetable chicken! You can't even win a pastor?
Chapter 7 Chicken! You can't even win a pastor?
Everything went the way McDonald's envisioned...no wonder!
went out for a walk, and McDonald immediately realized that something was wrong.
Looking at it from a distance, the armor that a group of hard-fought swordsmen are trying on reminds someone of the Golden Saint Seiya, no, the shiny yellow with blue color reminds him of the cannon fodder team other than the Saint Seiya Five. !
was considered a last bit of thinness for the mayor, and when Barcelas returned to the study in the Duke's Mansion, MacDonald was furious.
"Why do you use bronze armor for the swordsmen of the great Stratholme family!?"
"This... is enough to deal with those trolls equipped with stone weapons!"
The mayor is a loyal and capable tool man, and what he said is indeed reasonable.
The Rotten Moss Clan, as a branch of trolls after the destruction of the Zandalari troll empire, is quite civilized. There are few metal weapons, most of which are sharp stones tied to wooden sticks for throwing spears and spears.
The leather armor of this thing can’t be carried, but the bronze armor can already provide effective protection.
but…
Who will talk to you about cost performance?
My lord, what I want is a prodigal!
If it is not for the lack of high-end armor production capacity, I will give you all Thorium armor sets.
"Batheras, what I'm talking about is glory! Understand? I'm going to hunt soon. Do you want me to lose all the glory of the Stratholme family in front of other great nobles!? Throw those bronze garbage to The garrison below! Don't talk to me about money! Money is not a problem! Give you two weeks, and I want to see all my swordsmen wear fine iron armor!"
McDonald's angry roar resounded through the study room full of luxurious decorations, causing Barcelas and other civilians who were being trained in front of him, as well as the guards who were guarding the outside to shrink their necks in horror. Standing beside him like a sculpture, as if he can't see or hear anything.
So, a magical scene happened. When a week later, the knights who gathered one after another saw a scene that made them burst into tears—he meow! Why are these swordsmen better equipped than our knights! ?
The brand new iron armor is dazzling and dazzling. Since the thickness of the cast iron is 8mm, the protection is not much worse than those of the steel armor with only 3 or 4mm.
is definitely important, and it is better than having enough protection!
Besides, swordsmen usually don't wear this set of iron bumps all day long. They only wear convenient leather armor when marching, and only heavy armor when they are in battle.
What's even more blind is that even the spearmen wear a set of [Green Iron] suits. This thing is mail, made of boar skin, inlaid with N pieces of cast iron armor pieces the size of your thumb. Compared with before, it is simply a day and a day.
In the past, spearmen were cannon fodder, what did they wear?
Cloth armor!
right! What you wear when you farm is what you wear.
Even the spearmen have full body mail, which is simply beyond the sky.
A lot of poor knights just want to find a hole to burrow into.
In addition to their proud martial arts, who will clean up who is not sure.
What surprised them even more was the food. Originally, ordinary soldiers ate black bread, which was even more tragic than the French bread on Earth. Usually, it can't be broken if it is used as a stick and knocked on people, and it can't be torn off without soaking in water.
Mai someone waved his hand, all the white bread is not counted, and there are wild vegetables, cured meat and ham.
For an ordinary soldier with a monthly salary of only a few silver coins, this is simply heaven-level treatment.
Originally, he looked at his small vault and lost another 5,000 gold coins. Mai Xie was very happy. According to this rhythm, he didn't even have to wait for the hunting to start before he could reach the standard.
well!
Life is so boring, make it 100 million first?
Ha ha! Simple! easy! Cozy!
Walked across the square with his number one bodyguard, Uther, and watched the lazy spearmen and swordsmen chatting, bragging and drinking wine from the cellar, when McDonald suddenly heard a dialogue.
"Hi! Is our Duke out of his mind?"
"What's the matter? Now people outside say that you can eat white bread with a pig tied to the barracks."
Originally, this was just a conversation between two handymen, and it was so hard to die that it actually triggered a system warning.
【warn! warn! It was found that the strength of the total of 412 knights and soldiers under the host did not meet the remuneration paid by the host, and the host was limited to deal with it within one week, otherwise it would be dealt with in violation of Article 3 of "Illegal Charity". 】
Fuck!
McDonald's got a jolt. He understands where he is wrong, he treats these rookie gangsters too much.
That is the treatment of elite soldiers.
your sister! The system has issued a warning, it is impossible to hide it!
I did it as soon as I thought of it, and after a while, a messenger blew a trumpet for assembly next to the 'pointing station' on the castle square.
The knights and soldiers of the Stratholme family are not too stretched, although the lineup is not too neat, they finally assembled within a limited time.
Even if McDonald doesn't know the soldiers, you can tell at a glance that this team is second-rate at best.
At this moment, McDonald's is not fighting alone. At this moment, he is possessed by the actor.
He opened his mouth and roared in his still slightly immature youth voice: "You are my most trusted and honored Stratholme family warriors! However, today, I heard a shameful rumor-that is to tie one's head. Pigs can get paid in my military camp! Tell me, isn't that so!?"
Thanks to the threat of scattered troll clans, Lordaeron's army did not have long-term relative peace and was completely corrupted.
Except for a sloppy handyman on the outside who shrank his neck abruptly, some **** men shouted on the spot.
"no!"
"This is a shameless slander!"
It's a mess below, anyway, morale is available.
McDonald waved his hand, and it fell silent.
The accumulated power of the old nobles for two thousand years is so terrifying!
McDonald's words changed: "My godfather, Archbishop of the Holy Light, Alonsos Fao, heard that the priests of several churches in the Stormwind Kingdom of the Southland were slaughtered by the hateful green-skinned monsters because of their lack of combat effectiveness. He wants to develop a new profession based on the Holy Light."
raised his hand, he pointed at the four guys in priest robes beside him.
"They are all priests with official membership, and perhaps many of you have seen them."
That's right, at this moment, they are all serious pastors, and their qualifications are not short.
A soldier nodded secretly.
McDonald's continued: "I'm not interested in whether this new profession will succeed. But since it's the godfather's request, well, Stratholme warriors, it's time for you to prove yourselves—whatever you use. If you can beat any of them in a one-on-one duel, you will be promoted to one level immediately. The guy who loses will be the priest's soldier during the hunt!"
Shame!
Complete humiliation!
These days, pastors give the impression that they are magic sticks who chanting sutras. Who can stand it when a big soldier follows the pastor?
Seeing the four sturdy men in priest's robes stepping forward, the soldiers surrounded them without fear.
Only Mai has an MMP on his face and a smile in his heart.
You bastard, if the Silver Five Saints can be cleaned up by you rookies, I don't have to mess with you, sir, and just hide at home and sell sweet potatoes!
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ps: 4k every day during the new book period, the update time is generally from 12:00 to 1:00 noon, and from 6 to 7:00 in the evening. Well, this is a general situation, and it is not ruled out that Yunfei may update it at random...
New book urgently looking for recommendation tickets!
(end of this chapter)
