Chapter 71 Wang Dahammer Teaches You to Be a Man

"Enough! Shut up!" Anduin snarled like a lion, and the audience fell silent. He looked at Naga's four extremely thick arms, that huge figure, and the big wooden mallet that was obviously used for building piles. Anduin suddenly understood a lot.

"Send the wounded to the healing priest first. The other venues will be suspended first, and I will come first." Lothar's reputation in the army is unmatched. The boss of the family went to the field to test it himself, and the soldiers fell silent for a while.

At this time, Duke patted Naga's arm and said loudly: "The one in front of you is one of the strongest human warriors. Attack with all your strength, or you will be killed. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Lothar didn't care about Duke's words. He took a standard long sword and standard shield handed over by the officer next to him, weighed them, and then opened his posture.

"Come on! Naga, attack me as if you attacked that soldier just now."

Before Naga's attack, Lothar had plenty to spare, even if he saw a weird smirk on Duke's face, he didn't care.

He didn't care when Naga swung her snake tail and rushed forward at high speed.

The moment Naga raised the sledgehammer high, he still didn't care.

Because Lothar has absolute confidence in his martial arts.

Simple hammering on the head, and the posture is not smooth, even a farmer who chops wood every day can do better than this Naga. Seeing this, Lothar even smiled a little at the corner of his mouth. His experienced knight practice made him raise his shield naturally.

However, the next moment, Lothar's smile froze.

quick!

too fast!

Under the force beyond human imagination, Naga's hammer let out a shrill roar, and it was really smashed. Not to mention Lothar, even the armor Lothar was wearing would change from an iron can to an iron lump!

Lothar immediately understood that he was absolutely unable to stop it. It should be said that no human being could easily block this blow with a single-handed shield.

He was already standing with his feet in a T-step, and his good sense of distance made him jump back instantly.

The whistling heavy hammer grazed less than a finger's width in front of the shield. The next second after avoiding the heavy hammer, the long sword moved forward, and the tip of Wufeng's sword was already on the throat of the stunned Naga.

Naga's voice was a bit bitter: "I lost."

"No! You did a good job." At this moment, Lothar realized that he was sweating profusely just now, and his clothes inside the inner armor were completely soaked.

He was a good fighter, a top commander, and he knew right away what the problem was. This kind of one-on-one competition has a wide space for fighters to fully display their skills. But what about on the battlefield? In that crowded, crowded place. Maintaining momentum is very important.

There are only ten nagas now, but if a hundred or a thousand nagas come over with heavy hammers at the same time, it is obvious that the soldiers in the first row of the army must all kneel in an instant.

Just imagining this simple and violent spike scenario made Lothar shudder.

Obviously the soldiers around him were applauding, but Lothar's pupils almost lost focus. In front of such a huge monster, human beings look so weak.

what to do?

what to do! ?

what to do! !

Lothar's heart was almost roaring. He really couldn't bear it. The soldiers he had carefully trained would be killed like cutting melons and vegetables in front of such monsters.

He suddenly saw Duke with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Sir Marcus, do you have any good advice?"

Duke asked back like a rookie in the battle: "Do you think you can't carry it? Why don't you carry it with both arms?"

Two arms! ?

Duke's seemingly silly sentence opened a new window to Lothar's heart.

yes! One arm can't carry it, why not two arms together?

"Come on, Naga again! I won't fight back this time, just hammer it over like you did just now." Lothar raised his shield high. This time, he put his forearms against the shield and took a lunge with his legs. muster. This is a completely anti-strike posture.

The heavy hammer, as heavy as a mountain, came as expected.

"Boom—" the wooden shield made an overwhelmed clicking sound, but the good workmanship of the Stormwind City craftsmen prevented the shield from breaking immediately. Peiran's huge force was transmitted to Lothar's arms below.

For a moment, Lothar felt his arms go numb, as if his arms didn't belong to him.

However, even if the chest is tight enough to vomit blood, if it is blocked, it is blocked. Lothar is delighted with this new proposal.

"Come again, hit here this time." Lothar seemed to have mastered the trick, and he let Naga perform a sweeping attack. On the other hand, he turned his body to Naga as if he was pushing against the door panel, and let the shield stick to his shoulders. In this way, when he suffered a heavy blow, his entire left arm and left shoulder would bear the force together.

"Bang——" The violent blow almost shattered the shield, but it still blocked it.

Obviously Lothar suffered a loss twice, and he looked like he took advantage of it.

After Naga stopped, Lothar turned to Duke and raised his thumb high: "You have done a great thing for the Stormwind Kingdom."

Duke smiled without saying a word.

It's very simple to hold the shield with both hands, and use the shoulders to help share the impact. It's just such a routine, but it represents the experience gained in exchange for countless blood. In the original history, it was because of their ignorance of orcs that the soldiers of Stormwind suffered a lot. They subconsciously followed the training, raised the shield with one hand and tried to block it and then counterattack.

However, if you can't stop it, you can't stop it. Ninety percent of the soldiers were caught by the orcs in seconds. Even if it didn't last a second, he was severely injured and was killed by the second move that followed.

They learned this trick after losing thousands of people, at the cost of their lives.

Now, with Duke's weapon. Duke believes that history must be rewritten.

Anduin turned his head to the officer below and shouted: "Did you see those two postures just now? You practice defensive counterattacks like this. Don't be afraid that your blunt sword will hurt Naga, as long as it doesn't stab the eyes or throat, Naga Ka's scales are not as fragile as you think."

After finishing the order, Lothar came over and asked in a low voice, "How many Naga do you have left that you can lend me?"

"One hundred, the most!" Duke replied in a low voice.

"It's all. Don't worry, I won't let anyone bully your Naga subordinates. Although I also know that you are not short of money, I will pay the wages according to the instructor's level."

"Thanks!"

"No! It's me and Ryan who should be thanked...Actually, do you really have nothing to say to me or Ryan?"

"No." Duke shook his head decisively.

"It's okay, I like you guy." Lothar tapped Duke's chest lightly with his huge fist.

Looking at Lothar's disappearing figure, Duke murmured to himself, "I've done everything I can. Next, we'll see if Lady Luck lifts her skirts for us."