My Frostmourne can't be so cute

There is no time for Paul to rest. Although his ferocity has deterred many wolves and made them fall back quietly, there are still men who are not afraid of death.

"Fresh...meat..."

A jackal man who was two laps larger than his other companions rushed towards Paul, and the scream of "Ah oh la la" in his mouth turned out to be a common language used by humans.

Paul was not too surprised, because he knew that some jackals could speak simple lingua franca-this was usually learned from their food.

The jackal's intelligence is very low. It takes a long time to learn the lingua franca. At the same time, this also means that this jackal has eaten many humans.

Picking up the hand/bowbow around his waist, gently squeezed the trigger-no one can dodge the frontal shot of the crossbow at such a close distance.

Paul put his hand/crossbow back on his waist, without even looking at the corpse of the jackal.

A crossbow arrow was exchanged for the death of a jackal... Paul felt that he was at a loss no matter how he thought.

As the regular army in the army system of Stormwind, the garrison of the West Spring Fortress has complete standard equipment, and of course the hand/bowbow is also part of it.

Because of the fall of Stormwind, Paul and the others who were far away from the West Spring Fortress had nowhere to supply their crossbow arrows, so these precious crossbow arrows naturally used one shot and one shot.

When Paul felt sorry for his crossbow arrows, he suddenly noticed something wrong. When he turned his head abruptly, he was surprised to find that a smaller jackal man didn’t know when he came around him. Behind him, he pounced toward him, his sharp short sword shining dangerously.

"Oops!"

Paul whispered a bad cry in his heart, and just a series of hearty killings made him ignore the gap in the number of jackals and himself.(To be continued.)

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Although the sharp spear has a miraculous effect against those enemies who don't have any decent armor, it does have the disadvantage of inconvenience when it comes to short-term combat.

Although Paul wanted to use his spear and spear to withstand the attack of the jackal man, the opponent's movements were so quick that it was too late.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Paul's eyes widened.

A huge iron rod that didn't know where it came from, slammed the jackal man who was leaping towards Paul.

Only half of the screams were made in time, and the remaining half was strangled to death in the throat of the jackal man.

The body that fell to the ground has been twisted into a weird posture-this is natural, even wearing a few inches of iron armor, it is impossible to be intact in the face of such an impact.

"Sir Lothar!"

Paul looked at Malone in surprise and shouted.

"Concentrate, Paul, the number of enemies is far beyond your imagination!"

Malone yelled at Paul, who had just been distracted, and then rushed to the wolves gathered in front of him.

"Yes! Lord Lothar!"

Paul felt a little ashamed, but he quickly cheered up his spirits, followed behind Malone, and rushed towards the enemies.

To the east of the jackal camp is the Irvine River. Malone and Paul rushed to the west. There were also human soldiers rushing into the jackal camp to the south and north.

Although the number of Xiquan garrison is not large, only a few people, but the jackals do not have a neat lineup, their lineup is extremely chaotic.

After all, it is not a properly trained army. The wolves with only brutal instincts will be defeated in front of a more ferocious human army.

In less than ten minutes of the close combat, nearly twenty wolves died in the hands of the Xiquan Garrison, and more wolves chose to abandon their weapons and fled around quickly.

There are three human soldiers in the south, which is obviously the most difficult direction to escape. Although there are only two people in the west as in the north, Ma Long waved the giant iron rod he picked up from the jackal, like a wood cutter, wherever he went, The wolves and their thin bodies turned upside down.

When there was no choice, a large number of wolves chose to flee to the north; this put a lot of pressure on the two human soldiers in the north.

However, Ma Long had already ordered that if these wolves wanted to escape, let them go, so the two human soldiers did not deliberately stop them, but consciously avoided the impact of the wolves deserters.

Seeing more and more jackals put down their weapons, Ma Long knew that the battle was over.

In the cold weapon age, wars were never killed by swords; when one of the two sides of the battle began to flee, the winner was already decided.

However, Malone, who was somewhat careless, had forgotten one thing-the world of Azeroth is not a world where cold weapons are the king. In addition to swords, there are magical spells here.

Among the running jackals, Malone was surprised to find that a small group of jackals did not escape, but bravely stood in front of him.

"Where is the courage of these guys?"

Paul solved the enemy in front of him, came to Malone's side with a mumble, intending to charge towards this small group of wolves.

However, Malone's instincts told him that this team of jackals was dangerous, and after a little closer inspection, he found the difference.

A jackal in leather armor is surrounded by other jackals. His figure looks a little rickety, but he is holding something like a wooden crutch in his hands, and his arms are straight forward. He held it straight and pointed at Paul beside Malone with the tip of the crutches.

With a soft "swift" sound, a light blue light flashed from the top of the crutch and rushed to Paul's face quickly.

"Get out of the way!"

Malone only had time to push Paul and let him leave where he was.

Just when Ma Long Kancan retracted his hand, the blue lightning glided his fingertips across the air and flew behind him.

A numb tingling pain spread from Ma Long's fingertips to all parts of his body. He tilted his head slightly and saw the lightning go straight to a small tree in the distance.

With a "bang", lightning hit the trunk of the small tree. The thick trunk of the tree was cut into two pieces. Half of it became charred and fell on the grass by the river, while the other half was burning. flame.

"Shaman?"

Paul exclaimed.

Ma Long squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the old jackal who was surrounded by four or five jackals. The other side seemed to be a little unbelievable that the lightning bolt shot into the air, and he snorted and snored. .

The Jackal Shaman, Paul and others have often dealt with these guys when they were in the West Spring Fortress.

Just as some human beings have a talent for arcane arts to become wizards, and some people can become priests with holy light, there is also this kind of talent gap among jackals.

Some gnolls can cast spells. Both anthropologists and soldiers who fight with them know this, although no one can clearly explain why.

These gnolls seem to cast spells more easily than the wizards from Dalaran, and of course the types of spells they release are also limited.

The human soldiers call this gnoll shaman because they look like religious/religious leaders among the gnolls.

A hundred human soldiers can defeat a thousand gnolls when assembled, but when there are shamans among the gnolls, those strange spells sometimes affect the trend of the war.

Like now.

"Sir Lothar, please step back!"

Paul shouted at Malone.