Stratholme God

   Chapter 579 Who are you to me?

   Actually, what the night elf resistance army lacks most now is the avant-garde. After all, ordinary-sized demons are fine. Once they encounter a larger dread guard (not even an abyss lord), the performance of the dark elf warriors... Alas! I know everything! That was indescribable.

   It's not that they are not heroic, but their racial characteristics are here, regardless of their tall, thin bamboo-like bodies, they are destined to go in the direction of agility.

   Duel or small-scale battles, the high agility characteristics make it unfavorable, after all, there are many places to dodge and move.

   Once it involves pushing each other, and fighting to the death on the battlefield where there are teammates on the left and right, and there is no room for evasion, the night elf warriors will suffer a lot, and they will often be taught by fear guards with higher strength values ​​to be human with big axes.

   It’s not that there are no dark elite warriors who are promoted to high-level professionals, the problem is that the ratio is too appalling.

   In the last few battles, winning means winning. There is nothing to brag about this kind of victory filled with life.

   figured out that there was no practical benefit to sticking to the site. The local people had already withdrawn, and McDonald resolutely moved the front line back.

   This is not a losing retreat or a rout. This kind of active retreat will not affect morale too much.

   That is, seeing their hometown burned to the ground, the soldiers were not in a good mood.

   Seeing that the father-level bosses of several resistance lines in the War of the Ancients were about to enter the field, McDonald would naturally not be so brainless, and let Tyrande turn the kitchen knife in advance.

well! The night elves also don't have the front row, but if there is a reliable front row in the later generations, Tyrande will not turn to the Moon God of War and go up to hack people.

   Of course, Tyrande would not object to McDonald's suggestion to let her practice archery.

   A faint blush appeared on his intellectual face, and Tyrande lowered his head: "This... archery, I actually know a little bit about it."

   McDonald's eyes widened when he heard it.

  God, he understands a little.

Developed the [Strong Chicken (Strike) Halo], which can guide all the archers around him with the light of the moon god, increase the power of the bow and arrow, and shoot the enemy to cluck... If this is only a 'knowing', then I would like to call you Tai Rand *Versailles* brags about not drafting.

   Well, isn't it Versailles?

   Who wouldn't!

  McDonald put his hands on Tyrande's shoulders very naturally.

  Cough! In fact, this action was considered offensive to a Moon God priest, and even to an ordinary night elf woman. Tyrande's scalp was numb with shock, but when she met McDonald's very sincere eyes, she felt that McDonald was just a kind elder and a great commander.

   What happened next made her firm up her thoughts.

"Now is the time when our entire Kaldorei clan lives and dies. No one can be sure if there is any help from outside. We must rely more on our own strength. Every kaldorei is obliged to tap his own potential. Tyrande, I believe you can do it. Well, I will put all the sentries who have been scattered under your command, there are probably more than 3,000."

  The night elf sentry is not a sentry soldier, it is an elite force composed of all female night elf warriors, good at shooting and hunting. Basically, they are responsible for guarding Mount Hyjal and patrolling the territory in later generations.

   At this point in time, it is probably the collective name for the elite ranger unit.

   During this time, dozens of night elf troops have been crippled, lost their masters, and lost their establishment. The number of these soldiers is also in ten thousand. How to reorganize these skirmishers is basically a matter of Mai.

   McDonald's shoved all the sentries to Tyrande with a single mouth, which was definitely valued.

   Tyrande felt flattered.

   Don't look at the backstage boss of the Elune Sisterhood is Elune, the goddess of the moon. At this time, the teachings of Elune and Druid are still non-mainstream among the dark elves. They only took center stage in the political arena when the night elf power vacuum was filled after the war.

   At this time, the common cognition in the clan was still that the high elves headed by Azshara and other night elf nobles had the final say.

McDonnell let Tyrande enjoy the taste of being a sentinel in advance. In his opinion, it was nothing, but in the eyes of Tyrande and even Elune, this released a much stronger political signal - this means that McDonald's led the way. Aware of the seriousness of the situation, the elven nobles completely abandoned the [Great Night Elfism], which is the number one night elf in the world.

   Before contacting foreigners such as tauren, it can also be regarded as 'pretending', after all, the matter of using cannon fodder is known to all nobles. Let the Sisters of Elune take control of the force, this is proof of the change in the internal regime structure.

  Tyrande doesn't understand so much, and McDonald believes that Elune must understand, and there is not much time for Elune to waste. In her eyes, the elf nobles may be just ants, but the multi-ethnic coalition with the night elves as the core is not.

  Tyrande was quite nervous at this time, but more excited. When many veteran high-level priests opposed her and tried to uphold her, McDonald was the first to recognize her. This feeling is very subtle.

   She pursed her lips and held McDonald's right hand with both hands, naturally turning into a handshake gesture, very seriously: "I will work hard!"

   "Okay, after you report to the goddess, hurry up and prepare. The Sentinel captains will report to you soon."

   "Yes——" The shadow gradually disappeared from the field of vision, and the long tail sound came from a distance, all of which showed the good mood of its owner.

   "This girl... what would she think if she knew that I couldn't command the shooters at all?"

   Commanding an army of marksmen is a technical job. In McDonald's view, the shooter is difficult to use.

  Even if the elves have amazing shooting arm strength, they are stronger than humans and can shoot arrows up to 100 meters away.

   For Mai, who is full of [Cannon Art] talent, it is still uncomfortable to use. The Cerberus troops rushed up too fast. At a distance of 100 meters, the elf shooter shoots so fast, that is, the time for three rounds of arrows.

  For safety, it is necessary to arrange for the shooters to retreat at this time.

   How can a cannon be used comfortably?

   The guns are mounted thousands of meters away at every turn. You charge as you please, high-explosive bombs, armor-piercing bombs, and armor-piercing bombs are used in turn. If the middle and low-level demons have their lives, they will charge even if I lose.

  McDonald threw off the burden, not to mention how happy he was in his heart.

   As soon as he went back, he saw Maiev, who was like a black-faced god, with his arms folded over his chest, leaning like a goddess at the door of his study.

   Maiev's face is written in big letters - my mother is not happy, please coax me, or I will go crazy.

   "Come in!" McDonald said coldly.

   Maiev had trouble in front of Mai's elf guard, bowed his head and followed through the door.

As soon as the door was closed, McDonald's attacked first. He pressed Maiev's shoulder with his left hand and made a thud, and slapped the door with his right hand, making a loud "dong" sound, and his majestic face almost reached the tip of Maiev's nose. .

   "Answer me! Maiev* Shadowsong! Who are you to me!?"

   (end of this chapter)