Warcraft novel series

Naom, a small border town in the desert, has to face the devastating blow of the Lord of the Wind Element. There is no solid city wall, and the city is submerged in the long yellow sand all day long. Standing in the empty square, looking at the troops of several hundred people, Voss knows that the conventional fighting method will definitely make this small team die quickly.

"Please arrange the layout. The resolute voice came from a strong Mulahen warrior, who was obviously the leader of these people."What's your name?""Vos's eyes focused on the somewhat stiff-spoken Mulaheng warrior. On that resolute face, a pair of dark eyes were confronting Voss's eyes. From his eyes, Voss could see that These Mulahem warriors who have been fighting in the desert all year round still have a contemptuous and suspicious attitude towards themselves."My name is Kashaal, and I am the commander here."Kaschal emphasized the word command. How could Voss not understand that he was telling him that he should be the commander here.

But Voss did not refute him. At this time, unity is the first priority. Only Hear him shout loudly,"Kashaar, from now on you are the commander of the warrior group, responsible for close combat and luring the enemy deep into the battle. Without waiting for Kaushal to answer, Voss asked again,"Who is the commander of the archers here?"""Me, Muscarin."A thin Mulaheng man stood up. This skinny Mulaheng man with a deep voice had a thin figure, but his eyes exuded disdain and arrogance."You are now responsible for remote assistance, and Targeted killing mission." Voss continued to issue orders without giving Muskarin time to speak.

He glanced at all the Mulahem warriors present, and Voss said loudly,"I visually estimate that there should be 500 Mulahem warriors here, and 300 Named Mulahem Archer."Then he took out the hourglass of the Lord of the Wind Element and placed it in Mulaheng's square. The adjustable hourglass was fixed on 24 hours by Voss. Looking at the slowly passing time, everyone was stunned. There is a feeling that time is slowly passing by and will never be looked back. Maybe some people here will never wait for the moment when the hourglass is finished.

"Sorry, please correct me, warriors are 499 and archers are 299, please exclude us."It was that discordant voice again. Voss frowned and understood that the two people who made the voice were Muscarin and Kashar. Killing someone at this time may be a good choice, but if he really does this There is no need to fight this battle to defend the city. A war without unity will not lead to victory.

Voss, who pondered for a moment, looked directly at the two Mullahengs who dared to openly challenge him. General. At the moment when the three people's eyes met, Muscarin and Kashaar clearly felt the majesty contained in Vos's blue eyes. It was not murderous but a kind of trembling that made people feel intimidated. Just listen to Voss say,"I know that in your eyes, I am just an outsider. I am not familiar with the local fighting, and you are not willing to accept the leadership of an outsider."""But," Voss changed the topic and continued,"I will use actions to make you believe in my tactics. In the face of the first wave of enemy offensive, I demand zero casualties. If I can't do it, I am willing to hand over the command of this battle."

Such a speech immediately made everyone present scream in shock, and the sounds of footsteps and various discussions immediately filled the entire square. Seeing such a scene, Voss knew that he had at least half succeeded. , patted the hourglass next to him that was still recording the time, and issued his first order.

"The melee warriors immediately moved forward 200 meters from the northeast exit, dug a trench one meter long, half a meter deep, and 100 meters long, and completed it within half an hour."Voss issued his first order. Although it was somewhat inexplicable, which aroused the boos of the soldiers led by Kashaar, they still carried it out. Digging such a project in the desert, for the Mulaheng people It's quite simple. It only takes a few shovels of soft sand to dig a trench half a meter deep. Generally, 10 minutes is enough for a team of several hundred people to complete the trench. Seeing that Mu Laheng's soldiers completed the work ahead of schedule, Voss again He issued his second order, asking all the soldiers to bury their short spears in the sand. The whistling sand and dust would soon bury these short spears, making it impossible to see the ambush here. One meter long sniper After the belt was completed, Voss asked all the soldiers to stand by behind the blocking belt, and then came back and ordered all the archers to maintain a upward shooting posture, aim their bows and arrows in the air, and tie local whiptail grass on all bows and arrows. The wind blew The dry blades of grass made a rustling sound when they were moved.

This move also made the archers led by Muscarin doubtful of such a move. But no one asked questions, everyone was waiting to see Voss's joke. , at the cost of their lives. The Mulaheng people who are accustomed to a hard life may not know that this will be the most difficult battle they have ever experienced. Some people may pay the price with their lives, but that epic battle will eventually be remembered by history..

In the rioting desert storm, a group of black shadows finally appeared. The cat-headed army, the servants of the wind element lord, came to the small town of Naom in a mighty manner. The vanguard was the 200-person ghost team. Arriving at almost the same speed as flying, they were on the front line of the guards. The rapidly flying black shadow had the title of the God of Death in the desert. If they really faced off head-on, maybe Naom's warriors would win, but they would definitely not zero casualties

"Everyone should retreat immediately without fighting. Voss ordered loudly. The soldiers led by Kashaar retreated quickly. On the one hand, they ordered the archers to prepare their crossbows. At this moment, Vos's calm blue eyes showed a trace of composure. He lowered his head and grabbed a handful of sand and let the wind blow him away. It was a northwest wind, not strong, but enough to change the range and direction of the arrows. All archers shoot upward at 45 degrees, offset 15 degrees to the northwest, 200 range, shoot!"Following Voss's command, locusts rained out from the sky. This was also the best time for Voss's order to be executed. The bows and arrows tied with whipweed added a certain degree of weight, allowing them to fall from the air. The speed became even faster.

At this time, the Mulahen warriors headed by Kashaar were rushing towards Naom with all their strength, while the cat-head ghost team behind them was delayed due to the sniper belt. Speed, and distanced themselves from Kashar's Mulahem warriors.

At this time, the buried spears began to take effect. The cat-headed man in the front row who was stabbed in the foot stopped, preventing the progress of the cat-headed man behind him. Speed, and at this moment, the arrows flying in the air were falling at a rapid speed. For a moment, the screams were endless, the flying arrows pierced the chest of the cat-headed man, and the bright red blood stained the monotonous desert.. At this moment, the soldiers headed by Kashaar knew what to do without Voss's orders. They charged with their spears and jumped over the sniper belt. They were the real nightmare brought to the desert god of death, the Pluto who harvested souls. It took away the lives of all the cat-headed vanguard troops with zero casualties, which also verified Vos's previous promise. Under Vos's order, all the cat-head weapons were confiscated, and of course the arrows, In such a battle, weapons are the capital for the continuation of the war, and nothing can be wasted. Voss then ordered the warrior team to make the same tactical deployment 200 meters away from another exit of the small town of Naom, except this time After setting up an ambush in a 200-long ditch, they retreated 10 meters and dug the same ditch. What appeared next was the real army of cat-headed men. They were divided into two groups and set off an hour apart. It was because of this arrangement that Voss was given It was time to complete the deployment again. The cat-heads wearing thick armor did not have outstanding speed. When they encountered an ambush again, there was no particular confusion. At this moment, the warriors led by Kashaar once again took on the responsibility of sharp knives. The mission, their charge, interrupted the deployment of the cat-headed heavy armor soldiers. The cat-headed heavy armor soldiers in front fell down, and those behind stepped on the corpses of the people in front, and encountered a second heavy armor not far away. Ambush. The soldiers led by Kashaar will naturally not be disturbed by the sniper belt. They are like the gods of death in the night, constantly harvesting the lives of the fallen. The spear points stained red with blood continue to penetrate the bodies of those cat-headed men. , and the cat-headed people in the chaos could not complete the strategic deployment of the 300-man army, and were quickly annihilated by the warrior team covered by the combined archers.

As always, the spoils were harvested, and as always, there were zero casualties. In the desert at this moment There was a brief silence. The warriors after the fierce battle needed to rest, while the archers who kept pulling on the bow strings were adjusting the strings of their bows to achieve the best condition. At this moment, both Kashar and Muskarin Arriving in front of Voss, they half-knelt in front of Voss and said piously,"Please forgive our presumption before. We are willing to swear in the name of the Gods and Titans to obey Lord Voss's command, even at the cost of our lives." Never regret it."Swearing on a Titan is the most solemn oath for the Mulaheng people, and Voss respects their choice. Voss, who nodded, looked at General Mulaheng who was about the same height as himself even though he was half-kneeling in front of him, and said in a deep voice,"The battle has just begun. I shouldn't guarantee that there will be zero casualties in the next battle, but every life is precious, and I will use all my strength to ensure your safety."As he spoke, Voss patted the hourglass next to him that had lost 2 hours of sand and said,"There are still 22 hours. I hope everyone can fight side by side with me and fight for the people of Mulaheng!"Voss's last voice was shouted, and the loud voice was heard by every Mulaheng person. They responded loudly,"Fight to the end for Mulaheng!"