All shooting parameters have been adjusted before the battle.
Even taking advantage of the Dark Temple's slow response, many battleships have completed test firings.
In fact, it is impossible to blame the Black Temple for reacting too slowly, because after recruiting Vashj, Duke confirmed one thing: Illidan had been missing for almost a year.
It is purely the four members of the Illidari Council under Illidan who maintain Illidan's rule in Outland.
When nothing serious happens, the Illidari Council can still keep the situation under control.
Now that the Allied forces were attacking with nearly 500,000 men, the Illidari Council was in a panic. The most troublesome thing was that Illidan had set the number of members in the Council to four in order to check and balance the Council and prevent his subordinates from having too much power, and he had instigated them to oppose each other. Now, no one was willing to submit to the other, and as a result, they couldn't even make an effective blockade.
"The wind is steady!"
"There will be no air turbulence for the next one minute and thirty seconds."
"Target locked!"
"fire!"
The next moment, more than a dozen warships shook violently again and again.
From the bow to the stern, the first thing that happened was the triple-mounted 406mm MK6 main guns that spewed out fierce flames. The initial velocity of the shells of the new naval guns was simply incomparable to the old Cannons.
If the trajectory of the old shells could still be barely seen, then the armor-piercing shells of the new MK6 naval guns had already hit the Doomsday Walker before anyone could react.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, a round hole with a diameter of more than half a meter appeared on the shoulder and torso of the Doomsday Walker, and then a series of muffled sounds like thunder sounded from his body.
If the Doomsday Walker was a living giant beast, it would probably have let out a scream that shook the heavens and the earth by now.
As a mechanical creation and war machine, its battlefield analysis system is superior to that of ordinary legion magic mechas, allowing it to make the most accurate judgments.
Lightning Fury!
The Doomsday Walker raised his arms high and released a thunder attack from his palms that was similar to chain lightning, creating a strong electric field in the air in front of him that no metal objects could pass through.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A bright explosion of fireworks exploded in the air.
Seeing this scene, Duke frowned deeply. The damage of the shells lies in the explosion of gunpowder. If the shells do not explode in the designated area, then it will be of no use to the Doomsday Walker with an extremely thick alloy shell.
In the sky, the Royal Kiln Regiment was already raining bullets at full power.
Obviously, the power of artillery equivalent to that of Earth's Second War level is far from enough to pose a substantial threat to this robot that represents the highest level of technology of the Eredar.
However, a weapon like the Doom Walker must be destroyed. Otherwise, if it were to guerrilla outside, once the magic defense system of the Dark Temple was activated again, the Allied Forces might not be able to get in even if they spent a hundred times the cost. This thing could easily turn a 10,000-man infantry regiment into slag.
Seeing Duke's embarrassment, Thrall smiled rarely.
When conventional force is unable to defeat the opponent, it is often the time for the strong to show their abilities.
On the command platform, Thrall came over and asked, "Do you need help from new members of the Horde?"
Duke bared his teeth.
He rarely felt the malice of fate.
He single-handedly directed the blood elves to join the Alliance, and abused the Forsaken like dogs, almost killing them. Even Thrall didn't know that the Horde had lost a powerful race forever.
But Thrall, who had maxed out his diplomatic talent, was indeed one of the darlings of the goddess of fate. Duke closed a window of fate for the Horde, but because he blew up Outland in the wrong way, Outland collapsed earlier than expected, which produced another result.
Thrall walked into Gruul's lair with bare hands and said to Gruul: "Our world is about to be destroyed. Every day, more than a hundred meters of your territory, Blade's Edge Mountains, collapses into the void. Come to Azeroth. The Horde has occupied a vast land there, enough for orcs, ogres, and Gronn to survive together."
Seeing that the Goron could not conquer a world on their own and facing inevitable destruction, Gruul chose to join the Horde.
After hearing the news, even Duke couldn't help but feel upset: "Fuck you! That's Goron!"
Huge, one-eyed, terrifying, human language can hardly describe the feeling that the Gronn living in the Outlands - this ogre overlord - brings to the onlookers.
There are rumors that the Gronn gave birth to the Ogre race, and even if this rumor is true, the Gronns have no mercy on their children. They rule the Ogre tribes with a ruthless and brutal iron fist. Regardless of the truth, one thing that is certain is that the Gronns have unparalleled military power.
In unreliable legends, the ancestors of the Gronn were rock guardian giants created by the titans on the planet Draenor. They had huge bodies shaped from granite, as majestic as mountains, endless power, and the ability to change the earth.
Once upon a time, they followed the mission given by the titans, shaped the land and ocean of the world of Draenor, and waged an eternal war with the titans' enemies - the primitive plant behemoths native to Draenor.
After the titans left Draenor, most of the Guardian Giants were affected by the Curse of Flesh and Blood and transformed into Cyclops with half-rock and half-organic bodies. Their descendants are the Gronn.
Although not as powerful as the Rock Guardian Giants, the Gronn still inherited some of the power of their ancestors and have a close connection with the earth elements of Draenor. Therefore, the most powerful Gronn has the power to change the terrain. The broken world of Draenor is now called the Blade's Edge Mountains. The rock spikes all over the area are the products created by the father of the Gronn, the Dragon Slayer Gruul, when he was fighting against the black dragon army.
Theoretically, the earliest ogres were also the product of a part of the Goron being further affected by the Curse of Flesh and Blood, and then further degenerated. Some historians even say that orcs are another branch of the Goron that was affected by the Curse of Flesh and Blood.
History can no longer be verified, but the key point at this moment is that Gruul, the dragon slayer who would have been killed in history, and his seven sons are now alive and well, and armed to the teeth.
The naturally tough skin of the Gronn was already a headache. Duke estimated that if they really wanted to fight them, they would have to use armor-piercing bullets. Now that Thrall had obtained the Gronn, he was even more desperate and asked the Bilgewater Cartel to prepare a set of steel armor for Gruul and his seven sons.
Think about it!
A ten-story-tall Cyclops with an inverted triangle upper body and super-developed muscles that are even more muscular than his lower limbs, and he is wearing a set of super steel armor with an average thickness of more than one meter.
From chest armor to crotch armor, from shoulder and arm guards to shin guards, knee pads and leg armor... If Gronn was not used to only using his fists, Duke even thought that Thrall would prepare a 40-meter-long ship-cutting sword for Gruul.
Duke felt a pain in his balls when he saw Gruul's boxing gloves that made a harsh clanging sound when he moved his fingers.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the goblins' steel forging technology was not up to standard. After Gruul had only used the armor for a short while, several parts of the armor burst due to poor quality.
Even so, the military power of Gruul, the King of the Gronn who possesses a demigod body, is still rising rapidly.
However, no matter how powerful Gruul is, he is now also a thug for the Alliance.
Duke didn't hesitate and gave the order directly: "Celica, make way for Gruul of the Horde."
"Yes, Master."
Vashj, underwater, raised her six arms high.
On the edge of the plain, a huge chasm appeared at the edge of the turbid water.
Everyone saw an unforgettable spectacle on the vast lake - a white line visible to the naked eye appeared on the lake in the distance. The white line stretched from the slightly higher plain, through the open space between the plain and the Dark Temple complex, all the way to the place where the Doomsday Walker was at the main entrance of the Dark Temple.
When Vashj's six arms suddenly spread apart, the thick white line also spread apart in response to Vashj's movements, forming a wide water valley on the sea. The cliff-like walls on both sides of the valley were actually two parallel waterfalls.
There is no other waterfall on earth that can compare with these two waterfalls created by extraordinary divine power. It is impossible to have such a high drop and it is impossible to be so long.
Many people couldn't help but cover their mouths, fearing that their loss of composure would lead to making inappropriate noises.
This mighty force that can overturn oceans and rivers has completely exceeded the limits of mortal imagination.
And this is just the cooperation between the two demigods Duke and Vashj.
Duke supplies the magic power, while Vashj descends into Outland in her true form and casts the spell herself.
Eight huge creatures, one large and seven small, were running in the wet 'underwater'. The sound of large metal armors colliding while running echoed continuously between the two waterfalls.
It seemed that they were not running fast, considering that their stride was often ten meters, it felt like they only ran a short while to cover a distance of several thousand meters.
Perhaps at this moment, the red alert signal has been frequently lit up in the Doomsday Walker's system. Out of the induction of the powerful creature, the Doomsday Walker subconsciously raised his head.
Frenzy is turned on, and the fist that keeps moving back and forth like a piston pump instantly increases the physical damage ability by 100%.
Earthquake erupted, and a huge crack appeared in the ground instantly, spreading from under its feet to under Gruul's feet.
If it were a different enemy, I'd probably have to deal with him a little bit this time.
The dragon slayer Gruul was born into the rock world! He didn't make any moves, just stomped his big, thick feet on the ground.
It was that moment.
The ground, which had been cracked like a deep valley, suddenly closed up again.
Fortunately, the Doomwalker is a mechanical creature without life and self-will, otherwise it would have been annoyed to death by Gruul's mocking face.
At this moment, seven smaller figures suddenly jumped out from behind Gruul.
In fact, their bodies were also quite large, with heights of more than three stories. Compared to humans, orcs, and ogres, they were absolute giants. It was only because their comparison was their father who had a demigod body that they looked small.
The Gorons rarely cooperate with each other, as they are already among the most powerful individuals on the planet. But when they do decide to cooperate with each other, the results are quite amazing.
The seven sons of Gruul, led by Dun the Hungerer, completed a spectacular coordinated attack.
They rushed to the side of the Doomsday Walker almost in no particular order and punched him together.
Doomwalker chose the most efficient counterattack. He swung his arms as if equipped with recoil brakes, and two of the Sons of Gruul were hit directly by the huge metal arms.
The low-quality steel armor produced by the goblins once again showed their shoddy side. It barely resisted the impact, and it made a crisp bang and then shattered.
Grulok and Skulok Soul Grinder were hit by a fist from mid-air and hit the outer wall of the temple not far away.
One was silent and probably almost dead, while the other had its entire huge body sunk into the hole and couldn't be dug out.
The death of their brother did not bring sadness to the other five, but aroused their ferocity. They used the holes made by the armor-piercing shells of the new Cannons of the Alliance to stretch out their claws and forcibly tear off the limbs of the Doomsday Walker with unimaginable brute force.
Compared to the overwhelming firepower of the previous warships which was actually unable to penetrate defenses, this kind of violent destruction is the real threat to the Doomsday Walkers.
If given some time, it can kill the seven sons of Gruul one by one.
The problem is, their father has arrived.
There was no tricks at all, Gruul just started punching.
This punch was not a simple one. The sound it created was like a battleship crashing into your home at full speed.
Not only did the outer wall collapse, the entire building was about to be smashed to pieces.
Faced with an opponent with power superior to its own, Doomsday Walker's counterattack program told it not to take the attack head-on. Unfortunately, the entanglement of the other five men eventually caused it to be hit in the vitals.
The heavy chest armor was severely deformed in an instant, and deeply sunken for at least five or six meters. Immediately, Gruul rudely pulled with both hands, and with absolutely terrifying force, he forcibly tore open the Doom Walker's chest armor, revealing the power reactor inside that emitted a dazzling green light.
"Hahaha!" Gruul laughed wildly and punched down.
Duke, who was far away on the podium, had already shouted, "Wait!"
Unfortunately for the Gorons, there is only one word in their combat dictionary - reckless!
Be reckless towards any enemy!
They are reckless and mad. As long as they can bear it, they don't even mind rushing through the whole world.
At this moment, the Doomsday Walker seemed to have made a decision. His huge body emitted a series of electronic sounds that sounded quite shrill.
In his chest, demonic flames of evil energy flowed wildly, and the power furnace became brighter and brighter.
This light reminded Duke of something very bad.
"Thrall! Let Gruul run! Be careful of his own explosion!"
Thrall's message echoed in Gruul's ears through magical communication.
However, Gruul, who had lost his mind a little, punched the power reactor that was so bright that it seemed like it would collapse at any time.
After about a few seconds, a bright green mushroom cloud rose in the direction of the main entrance of the Dark Temple.
Thrall... was stunned!
I told you to kill your opponent, not to give away your head!
"No, no, no!" Standing beside Duke, Thrall did not hide his concern for the Dragon Slayer Gruul at all.
Now the Horde is already a whole generation behind the Alliance in terms of technology. If there were no special strong people like professionals, if the Alliance and the Horde went to war, it would be like modern people beating primitive people.
Being behind in technology cannot be overcome by simply catching up.
After much thought, Thrall discovered with sadness that the Horde was backward in all aspects: lack of talent, funds, technology, and scientists.
But what is really lacking is a leader with a strong foresight.
As a leader, making decisions is an unavoidable responsibility.
Every day, there are guys coming to Thrall, hoping to gain the support of the Horde and invest money, manpower and resources to research some new technology.
Thrall was very frustrated because he found that most of the people who came were goblins, and almost all of them wanted to cheat people out of money. What about the Northrend rubber planting plan, what about the shaved ice production line in the Barrens? At first, Thrall just blew people away, but later he killed those who were too much.
This made the group of crazy goblins calm down.
I originally thought that the Horde had run into unreliable goblins. Later, through spying, I discovered that the Alliance had a similar situation. The High-Tech Development Bureau, led by the great craftsman Gelbin, reviews more than 10,000 invention or research applications from different races every week, and less than 1% of them will be submitted to Duke for decision.
Duke often only takes half a day to review these applications, and even has time to review all the shortlisted applications.
Those who should be kicked out will be kicked out, and the liars who should be killed will be hanged on the spot. Those inventors recognized by Duke will often become the leaders of the Alliance's new technologies after Duke personally explains or modifies the plans and then conducts some hard research.
It's not just once or twice, it happens almost every time.
It was not noticeable during the fifteen years when King Terenas was the leader of the Alliance, but during the past nine years when Duke was in power, the Alliance's technology had made an explosive leap.
Thrall didn't want to admit it but he had to admit that the entire tribe couldn't find a new technology leader like Duke who could get to the point without taking detours. He also hoped that the Horde could produce such a genius. If there was one, he would even be willing to give up the position of chieftain.
Unfortunately not.
It seemed that he would never be able to lead the Horde to surpass the Alliance in his lifetime. What made him even more sad was that Duke was actually promoted to demigod and theoretically became immortal.
How can the Horde have fun?
Well, since I can't surpass you in technology, then you have your technological light, and I will go my mysterious way!
The Gronn, powerful creatures at the top of the food chain in their home world, joining the Horde is definitely another form of transcendence of the Alliance.
Looking at the entire alliance, unless the dragon race is officially included, it is impossible for the Alliance to find an intelligent creature more powerful than the Goron.
Now Gruul has been swallowed by the explosion. How can Thrall not be worried?
"Huh! Gruul is fine." Duke sighed. He had a little malice in his heart and hoped that Gruul would die together with the Doomwalker, but unfortunately they didn't.
According to the system prompt, Gruul's injury was only moderate wound.
Gruul, this awesome guy, is worthy of being one of the top bosses in the game The Burning Crusade. Even though it is clear that this is another "day of nuclear war", Gruul is still alive.
He only used a pair of large claws to protect his head, and used the armor specially made for him by the Horde and his rock-like skin to withstand this huge explosion that would have made even the Five Silver Saints kneel down.
Gruul was in a mess, his thick steel armor melted into a paste-like, black and green molten substance. Fortunately, he had no hair, otherwise it would have been burned into a strange black and green color like his rock skin.
After the smoke and dust settled, Gruul sat down dejectedly, gasping for breath. Then, looking at the Doomsday Walker, who was left with only a broken lower body, or to be more precise, only two legs, he let out a heroic and wild laugh: "Hahahahaha——"
The powerful laughter even caused the outer walls of the Dark Temple, which were also damaged by the explosion, to collapse.
Duke waved his hand: "Cover Gruul!"
The flying fleet in mid-air suddenly split into two, and accompanied by violent shaking of the ship, the shocking continuous sound of artillery fire rang out again.
A few breaths later, almost all the western facades of the U-shaped Dark Temple complex were hit by heavy artillery fire.
"Attack!" Regardless of order, Thrall and Varian gave the order to attack at the same time.
the Horde attacked the Atama platform in the north, and the Alliance attacked the ruins of Karabor in the south. These two huge building complexes are the two fortresses guarding the Black Temple. If you want to attack the Black Temple, these two places must be taken.
These two building complexes had originally been abandoned. In order to deal with the coalition's attack, the Illidari Council recruited a large number of demon guards.
The seemingly overwhelming floodwater quickly shifted, revealing the wet ground. First, the diesel tanks took the lead in launching the attack, firing continuously at the two places while advancing.
Then, one after another, engineering vehicles with huge inclined steel-frame bridges quickly approached the edge of the platform and ruins under the cover of the musketeers' skirmish line composed of humans and dwarves. The engineering vehicles turned their mechanical arms and built fifteen huge slopes with a width of more than five meters in the north and south in less than five minutes. The rough slope allowed anyone to rush up to the ruins and platform along this slope with a 30-degree angle with the ground.
"Go!"
"In the name of Holy Light!"
"For the Alliance!"
"Lok-tar, ogar!"
Different races, different languages, and all kinds of shouts and screams formed waves of deafening sound, sweeping towards the Dark Temple like a tide. Even the aftermath of the sound waves reflected off the black and green walls still shook the eardrums of everyone several kilometers away.
A tide of tens of thousands of soldiers swept across most of the land in front of the Dark Temple. The vast scene of tens of thousands of soldiers attacking under the cover of tanks could no longer be described in any language of this era.
They charged forward with high morale. Even if their enemy was a larger and more powerful army of demons, they were confident that they could destroy all resistance along the way.
Seeing the coalition forces attacking, Duke smiled and said in the magic message: "My little maid, it's your turn."
"I understand!" Vashj smiled charmingly.
Facing high-level enemies, low-level soldiers are basically powerless to resist.
Does that mean low-level soldiers have no value in existence?
The answer is no!
Low-level soldiers may be considered consumables in the eyes of many commanders, but without low-level combat experience, there will be no advancement to higher levels.
Moreover, the wide-area killing power of the strong cannot be used unlimitedly. With one move, he can wipe out an area as large as ten football fields like a nuclear bomb. It looks very cool.
From an efficiency perspective, this is simply the maximum waste of energy.
If there was unlimited energy to squander at will, that would be fine.
In fact, in most cases, whether it is elemental magic or fel energy, there is an upper limit. Generally speaking, it is the upper limit of the strong. More powerful, the place as a battlefield is not enough to bear the upper limit of the strong, such as Sargeras.
There aren't many places that can withstand his full force, and a planet can be destroyed in a matter of minutes. Legend has it that the Creation titan evolved from the soul of a planet, and there may be some truth to it.
If possible, Duke really didn't want to use too much magic network energy here. Almost 80% of the magic power transmitted from Azeroth was consumed halfway, and half of the remaining 20% became a little difficult to control because it was mixed with the chaotic elements of Draenor.
Fortunately, he has Vashj.
Vashj is not the demigod of Draenor. After so many years of operation, Vashj owns half of her home ground.
Most of the water from the Panya Reservoir was pumped in at once, finally flooding the lower level of the Dark Temple.
This was also something that was done out of compulsion.
As a time traveler, and with Vashj, a 'traitor' under Illidan, Duke was well aware that there were large numbers of Naga troops in the lower levels of the Black Temple.
Those were the elite forces under Vashj, and they were also the assets she had accumulated for thousands of years. In fact, she had told Duke many times that she hoped to take them back.
If it is not taken back, Vashj will probably think of this heartbreaking thing every time she wakes up in the middle of the night.
They were led by High Commander Naintus.
Logically speaking, they are all Vashj's subordinates, so it should not be difficult to take them back.
As a time traveler, Duke knew that this was not an easy task.
Long before Vashj became the leader of the Naga tribe, Naintus was already Vashj's most trusted confidant.
As one of the two earliest followers of Vashj, he and Karathreth paved the way for Vashj to take the leadership of the Horde. After Vashj successfully became the queen of the Naga, Naintus was appointed as the High Warlord, responsible for all military affairs for Queen Vashj. Karathreth was appointed as the Lord of Deep Water, responsible for handling political and diplomatic affairs for Queen Vashj.
However, this result aroused the conflict between him and Karathreth. Karathreth, who was born into a noble family, had always looked down on Naintus, who was born into a commoner family. Before Vashj became queen, the two had been scheming against each other.
Although the two had equal status, Karathres often mocked and belittled Naintus' background in public. Naintus had always endured Karathres' humiliation and oppression.
However, as Karathres was named Lord of Deep Water and became a close minister of the Queen, he was able to get along with the Queen day and night; and although Naintus was in charge of the military power, he was kept aside and even had difficulty seeing the Queen; this made Naintus' long-accumulated anger finally erupt.
In order to regain the queen's favor and his own position, Naintus began to plot a mutiny against the Lord of Waterdeep, Caratheres.
History took a secret turn here.
Originally, Illidan did not completely surrender to Kil'jaeden, but chose to attack the Black Temple in order to become the king of Outland.
In this life, Illidan surrendered more thoroughly, so he occupied the Black Temple without any loss, and allowed the demons and evil orcs in the temple to surrender smoothly.
However, because Kael'thas would never join him in this life, Illidan chose to sow discord between Vashj and the brave and warlike Naintus in order to balance Vashj.
Illidan asked Vashj to leave half of her troops to garrison the Black Temple, and specifically proposed to leave Naintus behind.
Vashj did not dare to disobey Illidan's order, so Naintus stayed there as the guardian of the Black Temple.
After many years, Naintus' body and personality changed due to long-term life on land. Because of the lack of seawater, his scales lost their original aqua blue color and began to turn gray. His eyes also began to turn blood red due to long-term exposure to the devil's breath. He became irritable, angry, and even more cruel. The only thing that remained unchanged was his longing for the queen and his anger towards Karatheres that was difficult to vent.
The problem is, Duke knew about this, but Vashj didn't.
Or perhaps she had clearly noticed it, but her inertia of thinking made her still believe that as long as she showed up, there was a high probability that Naintus would bow down to her, and then the Naga army would be in her hands again.
Maybe this is what it means to be in a situation without knowing it.
It's hard to blame Vashj, after all, the two men under her command have been loyal to her for thousands of years. They rebelled for a while, and even someone as smart as Vashj couldn't be so sure of Naintus' changes.
Duke exhaled a breath of foul air, turned his head and said: "Varian, the command is left to you."
"Uncle Duke, where are you going? Shouldn't you..." Varian was a little surprised. As a commander-in-chief, Duke should be in charge of the central army. Even if Duke wants to appear, it should be after the enemy leader shows up.
Duke smiled and said, "Maybe Edmund Duke is important, but Mark Dooku is not."
Duke can make as many of these sophisticated remote-controlled puppets as he wants.
With that, the illusion magic on Duke's face faded, and he turned back into Mark's appearance.
Varian bared his teeth. He couldn't do anything about his uncle who was already a demigod.
On the other side, in the waterway of the Dark Temple, the turbid water with fel energy gave Vashj a headache. If it was an ordinary Naga warrior, he would probably be transformed into a demon in less than half an hour.
Therefore, those who came this time were carefully selected elites, and each Naga brought several bottles of holy water in case of emergency.
Mologri Tidewalker, the leader of the deep-sea giants, led the way and used his huge anchor to dig open a cornerstone of the Dark Temple in just a few strokes, revealing a deep underwater passage.
The unstable Hydra entered first. As the leader of the water elements, it was definitely the best pathfinder.
Then came the Deepwater Lord Karathreth, followed by Vashj, and finally Morogri who was left behind.
The Black Temple was once Vashj's home ground. The meticulous Vashj had already figured out the structure here very clearly. Perhaps it was for defensive purposes at the time, but it is obviously useful now.
quiet!
Quiet!
This deathly silence made the commando team led by Vashj very uncomfortable.
You know, before the attack, Vashj had already given a death order, and everyone was even ready to fight with their compatriots.
This is not a big deal. In the past, in the deep sea, if the boss or the second-in-command was dissatisfied with the boss, he would take up weapons and attack his own people on the spot. This was really no big deal.
But now there is no enemy, what is going on? Is this a haunted house?
Nearly a thousand elite Nagas, along with hundreds of water elementals, dozens of sea giants and striders, entered the area in succession. For a full half hour, they did not encounter a single enemy. It was as if the guards of the lower levels of the Dark Temple were all landlubbers who fled as soon as they encountered a flood.
A huge three-way fork appeared ahead, and Vashj knew she had to divide her forces.
"Mologri, on the left. Haidus, on the right. Karathres, follow me."
Dividing the troops also means risks, but unfortunately there is no choice.
Leading nearly 500 main forces, Vashj and Karathreth continued to advance.
Suddenly, a red light suddenly appeared in the water far ahead.
The spiral red light seemed to ignore the resistance of the water, drawing a straight and brutal water line in the water.
No, it was not that the resistance was ignored, but clusters of seemingly endless red light shot out from the darkness above the water, first clearing the water and paving a special express channel for the next attack.
Then all the strength was gathered into a beam in the enemy's hand, and without waiting for the light to fade away, he threw a shining conical conch over like a javelin.
The one who was hit was Deep Water Lord Karathreth. Even though he had been on guard, he was still caught off guard.
He only had time to raise his sledgehammer, which was covered with prismatic spikes, halfway before the sharp conch shell was thrown at him. He only managed to avoid the fate of having his chest pierced by a sharp turn, but his shoulder could not be avoided.
The gorgeous epic right shoulder armor was pierced easily, and all the Nagas nearby saw that Karathreth's right arm was twisted in a posture that shouldn't be there.
This is because the front end of the conch is very sharp and thin, but it becomes extremely thick in the middle. The powerful impact caused the conch to penetrate the shoulder of the Deep Water Lord, not only sending his burly body flying, but the thickened middle part of the conch even squeezed open his wound and crushed part of his shoulder blade and clavicle.
"Ouch--" Karathres screamed, and his whole body was nailed directly to the steel-hard wall behind him.
In the relatively clear water, everyone could see thick veins of blood on the huge wound, swirling along the current and spreading in the water.
Vashj's face suddenly turned dark, and the magical language of the upper elves came out from the water and reached the darkness above the water.
"Na-in-tus-s--"
This is the Queen's wrath!
He was also angry at his former subordinates for attacking him without even saying hello.
Even though they were in a hostile stance, this sneak attack still made Vashj feel deeply humiliated.
The water level suddenly dropped, as if some machine was pumping out the water from the underground passage.
Vashj suddenly pulled out a trident from her space storage bag and thrust it hard into the water. Most of the water was drained away, and the remaining water was only enough to soak Vashj's lower body.
That's enough!
The high place ahead was suddenly lit up, and the light of the magic lamp illuminated the surroundings as bright as day. After the Naga on Vashj's side felt a brief discomfort in their eyes, everyone saw that it was a huge rectangular space as big as a football field.
On the high platform, a snake-tailed monster with red skin and scales was 'staring' at Vashj.
"Nain...tus?" If the initial roar represented Vashj's anger, the current call was a kind of... perhaps pity, or perhaps it represented an uncertain emotion.
It is hard to mistake the monster in front of me as a Naga.
In appearance, he is still a male Naga, but his physiological structure is very different.
At first glance, he was a full size larger than most male Nagas.
It has skin and scales that are completely different from those of the Naga. There are many pairs of red conical spikes on its thick snake tail, which reminds people of the tail of a dragon.
Although he still has the strong arms unique to male Nagas, the Naga-specific fins on both wings of his head have all disappeared.
The nostrils and eyes had degenerated to the point where they were almost invisible, and the entire front of the head looked like a smooth ostrich egg. But the lower jaw was even more terrifying. Originally, a male Naga would have a mouthful of sharp teeth. Now, there were only a few huge canine teeth on his lower jaw, each of which was larger than a human fist.
"You... have turned into a demon?" Vashj's face was filled with shock.
Naintus did not answer, but instead stretched out his strong left hand in a reverent manner: "My Queen, you are even more beautiful. No! Have you... regained your former beauty?"
Vashj's face quickly changed from astonishment to coquettishness: "You are wrong! In fact, I have always retained my beauty since the fall of Azshara. It is thanks to the Ultimate Transfiguration bestowed upon me by my Lord Edmund Duke!"
After saying this, with Karathreth's low groan of pain as the background, Vashj changed back to the form of an upper elf in a flash of light.
She has shiny red hair, an impeccable delicate face, and a curvy figure that looks even more perfect and charming when she poses in an S-shape, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Vashj smiled: "Are you envious? Are you jealous? It doesn't matter! Come back! Naintus, you have always been my subordinate! I am already the genuine demigod of Azeroth. I can remove the curse from you and let you become the tall, handsome and heroic you again..."
It has to be said that Vashj is very good at winning over her subordinates.
Restoring the glory of the upper elves ten thousand years ago is the greatest wish of these Nagas who have been suffering in the deep sea for ten thousand years. Now the hundreds of Naga elites around her have all started to learn the Ultimate Transfiguration, and dozens of them can barely maintain the elf form for more than half an hour.
Although it is impossible for Vashj to break the curse of N'Zoth for so many subordinates at once, it is at least a thought.
Who would have known that the tricks that worked all the time for most Nagas would fail with Naintus.
Naintus pointed at the struggling Karathres and sneered, "My Queen! Please forgive me for refusing! I have no interest in serving under your Majesty with that flatterer."
"you..."
Naintus raised high the sharp white conch in his right hand, which was his exclusive weapon: "Your Majesty Vashj, I'm tired of your ambiguity. I know that every female Naga likes to use this trick to deal with male Naga. In fact, it works a lot of the time because you females are always stronger than males. But today is different, I am stronger than you now. So I want to defeat you, make you my wife, and serve me for the rest of your life!"
Vashj's heart skipped a beat and her face turned completely black.
On the contrary, not far away, Deep Water Lord Karathreth, who was still nailed to the wall, stopped struggling, as if the pain in his right shoulder suddenly disappeared, and a playful expression appeared on his face.
As someone who had personally experienced the Battle of the Twin Towers Ruins, he knew very well how terrifying the power of that lord's subordinates was.
Although we have not seen that adult take action so far, the power we have seen is enough to crush the entire Storm Naga clan into dregs, not to mention a small Naintus.
He didn't say anything, but shouted in his heart: Idiot! You're done!
Vashj, whose face was bathed in the spring breeze half a second ago, now only felt a bone-chilling cold.
Vashj clenched her slender fingers into fists, her arms trembled slightly, and she exhaled a breath of foul air. A flash of light passed, and she turned into a six-armed female Naga again. Although there was no longer any terrifying snake hair behind her head, her loose red hair floated up slowly under the aura of mysterious power. The aura of the Coil Fang Queen made her look majestic without even getting angry!
The sonorous female voice spread, even causing slight ripples on the water.
"Naintus! Considering your loyalty to me for thousands of years, I will give you one last chance. Immediately! Right now! Surrender to me and tie yourself up, kneel before my Lord Edmund Duke and beg for his forgiveness. Otherwise, no one in this universe will be able to save you! Not even your new master Illidan! Not even your master's master Kil'jaeden!"
pity...
"Hahaha! My dear wife, this joke is not funny!" Naintus laughed wildly, his rugby-shaped head opened wide. The shrill laughter echoed in the not-so-bright underground sewer.
Vashj sighed: "Goodbye, Naintus."
Give up, just because of the arrival of an existence.
Vashj lowered her hands and turned back into human form. But this time, she was not wearing the queen's special dress, but a white lace maid's uniform. She lowered her head and moved in small steps, coming behind a human mage who had been standing there for some time.
Naintus suddenly opened his eyes. Actually, he had eyes, but the green bean-like eyes above his mouth were so small that they were almost invisible.
He could hardly believe his eyes. In his impression, ever since Vashj established herself from Queen Azshara, she had never truly been loyal to anyone.
The terrifying army of deep-sea giants never made her surrender.
Even the cruel and cunning emissaries of N'Zoth were unable to enslave her.
Even in front of the unimaginably powerful Archimonde, she only showed superficial obedience.
However, when he saw Vashj's gaze towards this human, he felt as if struck by lightning and his whole body trembled.
What kind of look is that!?
That kind of absolute blind obedience like that of a fanatic!
That kind of submissiveness that puts oneself in a low position without realizing it!
That kind of fanatical love that seems to have found the only meaning of one's life!
Is she still the strong Naga Queen who carved out a world for herself in the eerie and terrifying deep sea?
"No——" With a shrill and furious cry, Naintus threw a huge spine needle at the tiny human mage.
It was an extremely slender and sharp conch spine. Any creature with an absolute strength of less than one ton that was pinned by the spine would have no way of pulling the spine out by its own strength and could only bleed to death.
Naintus wanted to crucify that hateful human being, nail his limbs, and make him bleed to his last drop in wailing and despair.
Duke seemed to have no reaction at all, and even kept a smile on his face. He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't see the spinal needle that was rapidly expanding in his field of vision.
However, in the next moment, a huge hand with only four fingers appeared out of thin air and easily grabbed Naintus' spinal needle.
Two almost identical giant humanoid creatures appeared.
"To attack my Lord..."
"Have you asked our brothers?"
The Qiraji Twin Emperors made a stunning appearance.
At this moment, everyone understood that it was not that Duke did not take action just now, but as the boss, how could he possibly take action personally for a mere high-level warlord?
No!
The Twin Emperors shouldn't even be allowed to appear.
Because the gap in strength due to rank is too big.
If Naintus was a strong man with a demigod body, it would be appropriate to send the twin emperors. But everyone noticed that Naintus was just a fool whose body was greatly strengthened by the devil's blood. His strength had not even reached the realm of demigod.
In this situation, Duke was unhappy when he summoned the Twin Emperors.
Perhaps the twin emperors had been away from battle for a long time, which was why they failed to defeat Vashj a while ago. But the two brothers were obviously better at grasping people's hearts.
Even though their strengths are obviously not equal, they still call their brothers out. There is only one meaning - Duke wants a big win, a crushing victory!
Not giving Naintus any chance to escape, the twin emperors approached him together.
"Hah, hah, hah!" Viknilas used four continuous sword lights to knock away the spinal needles that were shooting at him from the top, bottom, left and right directions.
Vicklor was even more powerful. He didn't care at all and used his unique physique that was immune to physical attacks to crush the opponent directly.
"Don't underestimate me... Come out! Tide!" Naintus swung his long tail full of spikes to the ground vigorously. The water level, which was only above the knees, suddenly surged and formed a huge tide.
Vicklor snorted coldly and spat out two words: "Freeze!"
The huge wave that had just risen was frozen in an instant and turned into a huge ice sculpture.
At this time, Sword King Vicnilas had already rushed to Naintus' side.
"Roar——" the high-ranking commander roared, and the large conch that served as his weapon chopped across like a battle axe.
The Sword Emperor sneered and casually pressed down the Qila Emperor Sword.
Obviously, the conch was much bigger and heavier. But when the two heavy weapons collided, it was completely different.
Naintus felt with horror that the opponent's overwhelming force was totally beyond his ability to resist.
At the first encounter, his weapon was knocked away.
"Who are you!?" Naintus screamed.
The Sword Emperor was not moved at all: "Just a slightly noble insect under my lord's command." After saying that, he kicked Naintus' huge body, which weighed at least two or three tons, away.
This is not the end!
Suddenly, Naintus discovered that there were "beeping and popping" sounds coming from all directions on the ground, walls, and even the ceiling. It felt like an earthquake, because both the ice and the stones in the underwater passage cracked at the same time and fell straight into the underground space.
Whether it is the ice or the solid stone walls and columns of the Dark Temple, it is like being underwater to this mysterious creature and cannot stop it at all.
And judging from the sound, there is more than one.
What the hell is this?
Vashj's men were all a little panicked.
Just then, they heard Vickrol's announcement.
"Go ahead! Sons of Oro! Cut that overconfident little devil into pieces!"
When the creatures lurking underground suddenly jumped out from the ceiling, walls and underground at the same time, Vashj and her men finally remembered where they had seen these terrible creatures - when the battle of the Twin Towers Ruins broke out, the Alliance used these earthworm-like creatures to dig holes.
This time it was used as a weapon of war, and the effect was equally amazing.
When the Oro children move forward, they open their mouthparts, and the thousands of teeth in their big mouths bite and screw together to dig a big hole under the ground. The six crab-like legs behind the mouthparts can push the body to move faster with a slight flick.
Eventually, the cracks in the solid rock spread to the ice layer condensed by the Demon Emperor, causing the ice layer to crackle with a series of "crackling" sounds, and then explode and shatter, splashing in all directions.
Naintus, who had just been kicked away by the Sword Emperor and was dizzy, seemed to be hallucinating. When he opened his eyes, he saw countless triangular teeth that seemed to grow from every corner of the world, and against the backdrop of scarlet mouth muscles, they were spinning and rushing towards him.
"Don't try to kill me--" Naintus swung his conch, and several spines shot into one of the wriggling mouthparts.
This time, the infallible spinal needles were no longer effective. Naintus could clearly hear the sound of his spinal needles breaking. Then the broken spinal needles were swallowed into the teeth along with the ice and stones.
Naintus finally became terrified. The best way to deal with this underground creature is to dodge first, then aim at the flank of its mouthparts and attack.
But now, the six directions of up, down, left, right, front and back were all exposed, with wriggling mouthparts. This scene alone was enough to make him feel miserable, not to mention that there were the twin emperors outside watching him covetously?
Naintus tried to break through, but was blasted back by the Sword Emperor. Feeling the stench, Naintus finally despaired.
"No--"
He waved his cone-like conch weapon wildly, but in the next second, the Oro child on the right swallowed the conch and his right arm. Then the left arm, and then the tail...
Each of the Oro descendants bit a part of Naintus' limb.
At this moment, a cruel light flashed in the eyes of the Twin Emperors.
"In the Qira Empire, dealing with disobedient subordinates..."
"We sometimes rip off all its limbs, leaving only its trunk, and wait for it to die in agony and despair."
Throughout the ages, punishments have been similar. When it comes to torture, it seems that there is no distinction between national boundaries or the world!
Duke felt a little annoyed and his facial muscles twitched, but he didn't stop it in the end.
In ancient China, there was a method of dismemberment by five horses. Who would have thought that this time the twin emperors would come up with a method of dismemberment by six insects.
Don't ask why the male Naga only has a long tail, why does it need six worms. Duke didn't know it at first, until today he found out that the male Naga actually has a physiological structure similar to that of a snake.
"Hey! I didn't ask you to do something so dirty?" Duke couldn't help but hold his forehead.
The twin emperors were also in pain. They didn't expect that their flattery would backfire: "Then... stop the execution?"
Duke rolled his eyes as he looked at Naintus, whose six limbs were deeply embedded in the sharp teeth, twitching violently and wailing desperately.
Only God would stop now! If I stop now, will Naintus be grateful and join Vashj?
No!
No matter what kind of favors are bestowed on a narrow-minded person, it will not be enough to erase his past resentment. It will only bury this hatred deep in his heart until it takes root and sprouts again one day.
Duke sighed, "Go on! I'll leave it to you next, Celia."
"Yes..." Vashj lowered her head deeply.
Duke turned and disappeared into the dark passage, with a huge limbless torso with blood and flesh splattered all over his background.
Sword King: "You guys, take that thing out quickly after eating it. The blood of high-level demons will pollute you. Drink the holy water of Shattrath immediately after eating."
Demon King: "Hehe! Naintus! Your soul belongs to the Demonic Web..."
As soon as Naintus died, all the Nagas in the entire underground passage immediately chose to surrender.
There is no shame in offering loyalty to their queen, since they were only forcibly bound by High Marshal Naintus before.
The battle broke out throughout the Dark Temple complex.
At the Atama Terrace.
"Backup! We need backup! A big Doomsday Guard!"
The Doomsday Guard, whose skin was brown with a hint of orange, wielded a huge broadsword and easily killed several professional orc warriors.
However, in the following time, it had to face a former compatriot - a Doomsday Guardian with two black chains rotating clockwise around him.
"Traitor!" the Doomsday Guard cursed.
"I... don't... want to..." The Doomsday Guardian, who was enslaved by the warlock, had an extremely ferocious face. He tried to resist the warlock's control, but failed again and again. He could only swing his sword in despair and chop at his compatriots.
The demons that were enslaved in the Legion Fortress have now become one of the Horde's most important siege weapons.
The ruins of Karabor in the south.
Faced with the onslaught of the Doom Guard, the Alliance took a completely different approach.
It is also the defensive warrior who goes up first to bear the first wave.
Those who can bear it will certainly receive help from their companions.
Some were not so lucky, and were directly knocked dozens of meters away and fell heavily to the ground. Even more unlucky, even the shield and the head were cut in half by a sword, and they became corpses directly.
This is a double test of skills and equipment.
If they can survive this trial of blood and fire, they will gain the most valuable combat experience and purified enemy equipment.
And they are not fighting alone, many new alliance weapons also make their grand debut.
Iron Fist type individual rocket launcher, this anti-large demon individual weapon developed by the Alliance commander Duke himself, is driven by a simple diesel booster, and the warhead is loaded with a pound of semi-solid high-purity Shattrath holy water. It will basically not miss within 20 meters, and within 50 meters, if you are lucky, you will still hit it.
Once hit, elite demons will be in excruciating pain.
All the Alliance soldiers who have used it say it's great!
Among the non-professional Alliance infantry, basically every 10-man squad will be equipped with two barrels of Iron Fists and ten rockets.
Among the commandos, there is one PAK40 75mm cavalry artillery for every 200 people.
Duke didn't know what he was doing, but the Alliance's technology tree was a little bit skewed.
All the machine guns and machine Cannons that were trial-produced according to Duke's theory had problems such as poor machining accuracy. Basically, unless they were built to the size of a house, there was no way they could fire continuously, and the jamming problem was very serious.
And because they were dealing with large enemies recently, they didn't have any machine guns or automatic rifles that they should have developed. Instead, they developed Cannons that were close to the level of Earth's Second War.
Duke was speechless about this.
Especially this kind of pak40 artillery, because of the support of the Naaru in Shattrath City, the Alliance specially made a batch of holy light shells. The specific principle is to put all the warheads of the shells in the direct range of the Naaru light for one night. Then, within 30 days, the quality and quantity are guaranteed, and any demon below the rare elite level will be killed with one shot.
The only downside is that the shelf life is only 30 days.
Originally, this kind of artillery that unfolds in a herringbone shape is quite easy to use, and only three skilled gunners are needed to operate it well. It is not a problem to let the muscular dwarves handle it and drag it around. Logically speaking, it should be called an infantry artillery.
The problem is that Duke is extremely entangled in strange places.
His original words were: "God is fucking holy. You are just cavalry after being censored, and you still have the nerve to call it infantry!? No, no! It must be renamed as cavalry artillery. For the sake of high mobility, each group of pak40s should be equipped with two trained pack horses that are not afraid of explosions, or a Qiraji bug."
By the way, how could the cavalry carry such a heavy Cannon when charging?
But in the Alliance, Du is the one who has the final say in the military industry, so in the end it was strangely called cavalry Cannon.
Soon, the Alliance soldiers realized how far-sighted their commander was.
The ruins of Karabor are a place with extremely complex terrain.
Originally the Draenei Temple of Karabor, the terrain here is quite open, and many of them are large-spaced halls. Unfortunately, it was ravaged by the fel orcs for more than a decade, and then the demons came to cause trouble again. A large number of Eredar warlocks performed summoning and forbidden experiments, making the place a mess and the terrain extremely complicated.
In indoor battles, professionals can rely on Demon Guards to handle the situation, but when dealing with Doom Guards and the like, in addition to Iron Fist, the Alliance also needs a medium- and long-range fire cover.
PAK40 becomes the best choice.
First of all, this is not a real PAK40, because it is for indoor use, and the shameless Duke directly made it into a castrated version. The rifling length was reduced from more than 2.4 meters to 1.5 meters, and the gun length was reduced from 3.7 meters to 2 meters.
In order to ensure its armor-piercing power as much as possible, this inevitably reduced its effective range to 500 meters, which also successfully reduced its weight from one and a half tons to 800 kilograms.
Of course, if the situation is in a slightly small hall, the Iron Fist cannot handle it, and the PAK40 is too close, there is also a spare short-barreled indirect howitzer LeIG18 75mm cavalry gun.
This type of short-range artillery similar to a mortar is similar to a mortar, but has a penetration power that a mortar does not have. In general, it is not as powerful as the pak40 against large demons. Because the total weight is less than 300 kilograms... Although Duke's instructions are to find horses to tow it, when it is urgently needed and the distance is short, the dwarfs will carry it directly.
When the situation was not so urgent, the dwarves invented a very shameless tactic of warfare, which was to directly install this kind of Cannon on the back of the Qiraji insect mount.
Now, even the muzzle brake can be saved.
The bugs are also very tough. After a battle, hundreds of artillery shells were fired, but the bug warriors were fine. If it were a human, they would have died from internal organs being dislocated.
A group of Qiraji insect leaders said that this was a good trick!
On the two fronts, one in the south and one in the north, the Horde and the Alliance each trained their warriors in their own way.
When the coalition forces spent half a day clearing out their respective targets and then spread the war to the Dark Temple, the first difficulty arose.
After announcing that Vashj's Naga had occupied the lower waterway of the Black Temple, the Allied soldiers passed the marching ramp built by the Naga and came to the platform in the middle of the Black Temple. There was a training ground at least as big as ten football fields.
In the past, this was the place where Illidan trained the Illidari troops, but now what appeared before the coalition forces were waves of demons.
Demon guards, hellhounds, hellfires, and several huge abyss lords.
And guarding the entrance to the training ground was a very special hellfire. No one had ever seen such a big hellfire before. It was... too big. It was so big that if Doomsday Walker was still alive, he would probably be dwarfed by its exaggerated height of 15 stories.
Leading the charge for the Horde was Orgrim, and for the Alliance it was Muradin Bronzebeard.
Muradin curled his lips: "Have you seen the intelligence on this guy?"
"I know, Supremus." There was obvious confusion on Orgrim's face.
Not to mention the many small monsters in front, this huge hellfire alone is quite a threat to the Horde. Because the Horde now has an imbalance of troops from top to bottom, from soldiers to heroes.
Too many warriors and too few ranged ones.
There is no way, who can blame the Horde for being almost entirely made up of muscular men. If it weren't for the Forsaken mages of Sun King Anasterian, the Horde would be an all-melee team.
What Hellfire fears least is close combat!
The problem is that the Alliance did not send many heroes this time. This was a point that made the Horde quite depressed. Most of the few heroes the Alliance had stayed in Azeroth, saying that they were consolidating the rear and stabilizing the economy... If it weren't for the Alliance's kindness in saving the orcs, Thrall would have almost suspected that the Alliance had some conspiracy.
"I can feel the power of this demon, even though I haven't fought it directly yet." Orgrim sighed.
Muradin recalled: "According to the intelligence, it should have been created by Magtheridon, but Magtheridon did not seem to have enough energy to make it move. It used to be just a pile of stones, not a demon. But Illidan injected a blue demon energy into this giant hellfire. This thing is what it is now."
Watching this creature from afar through the telescope, Orgrim felt as if he had seen countless tribal warriors being burned to charcoal by its flames.
"I really don't know where your alliance gets such accurate intelligence..." Orgrim complained a little.
Muradin smacked his lips. "As if your warlocks don't get information from demons. the Alliance is much the same, except we just happened to catch a high-ranking one."
"Advanced? How advanced?" Orgrim didn't believe that the information Duke stole from the War of the Ancients would be fully applicable ten thousand years later.
"After the two great commanders Archimonde and Kil'jaeden." Muradin has matured a lot since he recovered his memory. Since his elder brother repeatedly told him not to reveal Duke's stuff, Muradin doesn't mind bragging.
Anyway, he didn't have the friendship with the Horde that he had 15 years after the Dark Portal. When he went to Northrend and was tricked by Arthas, the old Horde had already collapsed, and Thrall was still a prisoner in Lordaeron.
Muradin didn't know that his boasting would trigger an incredible chain reaction in the future...
The front line is in a dilemma, and the commanders in the back are also in trouble.
At first, when Brann saw the enemy in the training ground exposed within his field of vision, he directly ordered an artillery attack. Then, perhaps because he had learned from the lesson of the Doom Walker's attack, Akama's destruction seemed to be contained. The Dark Temple restored its magic defense system, and all the direct artillery shells were bounced away by the magical dark disc-like things.
This brings the problem back to square one.
The allied forces can send people to attack. The protective array does not reject any soldier's direct invasion, but the casualties are bound to be serious.
According to the 'strategy' leaked by the Alliance, this big guy can summon a volcano.
If you want to kill it, you may have to send a large army to serve as sacrifice in the meat grinder.
"Let me go!" Dragon Slayer Gruul stood up, panting.
"Wait! Let the people below clear the obstacles first. There is no need to send out the Dragon Slayer to deal with those demon bastards! Besides, the Alliance hasn't taken action yet." Thrall didn't dare to dissuade them directly, but instead persuaded them tactfully.
"Well! I hope the Alliance you're talking about is as strong as you say."
Gruul is not an easy person to talk to.
In the eyes of Goron, the weak deserve to be dominated, just like Goron enslaved the ogres for thousands of years. Perhaps Goron will temporarily endure in order to escape from this desperate world, but once they find that their allies cannot stand on an equal footing with them, they will definitely attack their allies without hesitation.
Over there, Varian caught a glimpse of Thrall persuading Gruul, chuckled, turned to Valeera and said, "Although having an extremely powerful uncle often puts me under a lot of pressure, sometimes I also wish Uncle Duke was even more powerful."
Valeera shrugged and gave her a little 'I know' look in return.
Edmund Duke has never disappointed the Alliance.
Not before, not now, and certainly not in the future!
Sure enough, Duke's voice came from the leader-level magic communication network: "All troops retreat, leaders, please start looking through the information of the next few Dark Temple leaders now."
The expression on Thrall's face is quite interesting. Does Duke's words mean that this big guy that gives everyone a headache is now a piece of cake?
At this moment, Duke, sitting in Karazhan, crossed his legs and enjoyed the massage service of the Windrunner sisters. Well, maybe the descendants of the magic system are too troublesome. Anyway, Alleria and Vereesa's stomachs are not swollen, so it can't be considered as asking pregnant women to do hard labor.
"Hahaha! This is called planning and strategizing from light years away. Who is better than me?" Duke laughed.
Alleria couldn't stand it anymore. She was supposed to give Duke a back rub, but ended up twisting his back to make him soft: "Hmph!"
"Oh, I ran out to fight you guys but you guys didn't want me to. I controlled you remotely, and you guys can't even show off once when you have this rare chance?"
"Yes, yes, yes! It's not a good thing to order Vashj around." After Vereesa said this, Duke felt a little guilty.
"Uh, this is Celia's own will."
I didn't want to do that either! But Vashj's tongue move, "Sword on the Tip," was so smooth that I couldn't help but do it!
In the cinema-level widescreen magic mirror, the picture changes.
The demon army, which was on high alert, was not waiting for a fool seeking his death, but a shocking feeling that penetrated the heavens and the earth.
Earthquake?
No! It was a flood!
With the help of the ability of the Oro descendants, several large pits suddenly appeared in the huge training square. In a few breaths, the number increased from a few to dozens, and then hundreds. At first, these pits trapped all the demons above. It seemed that these bottomless holes were destructive traps.
A few seconds later, the rumbling sound of water coming from deep underground told everything that this was not a pit at all, but a waterway specially opened for the flood to gush out.
Suddenly, a gigantic water element appeared. This monster was almost half the size of a town. Its two arms were like two cargo ships, and its huge inverted triangle-shaped trunk was like a mountain. A mortal standing at its feet would not be able to see the top of his head even if he looked up.
The water flowing under its body formed a water tornado, and the turbulent flow was dotted with blue light, which was very beautiful.
However, as soon as this huge monster appeared, the platform, which was at least 50 meters away from the ground of Shadowmoon Valley, was submerged in a vast ocean-like tide.
"Unstable Hydra!?" Thrall was really shocked!
He never expected that a water element that attacked the ruins of the twin towers would actually display terrifying power almost as powerful as the King of Water Element.
The legendary great lord of water elements in Azeroth, Neptulon the Tidehunter, is about the same size, right?
Whether it was Thrall or other beings, they were all deceived by Duke.
How could a mere boss of the Serpent Temple have such strength?
No one has ever tried to overcharge elemental creatures, so no one knows that elemental creatures of the four elements can temporarily grow in size according to the elemental content in their bodies. What Duke is doing now is just temporarily injecting the water element in the Draenor magic network into the body of Hydos, making this guy temporarily grow like an inflatable ball.
The upper limit of Hydos' own talent determines the quantity and quality of water elements it can call upon per unit time. So now it is just a showpiece.
The problem is, other people don't know!
Its appearance caused all the demons in the entire training square to panic.
Vashj controlled the last water vein and hit the entire square fiercely.
The demon guards that were originally lined up in the square were directly washed up by the water flow and thrown around. Some doomsday guards almost howled and flapped their wings urgently to try to fly away from the water tide, but suddenly huge arms made of water appeared in the depths of the water tide and pulled them down. Several unlucky ones hit the water surface directly, even though the bottom of the training ground was originally below the water surface. As a result, they "clicked" and crashed into the deeper lower layer. God knows whether they turned into a large meat pie or were caught by some aquatic monster.
There were also Hellfires whose flames were not extinguished by the waves, but were cut off in half by the water blades of the Naga priests who half floated out of the water. A closer look revealed that these water blades were made of holy water!
Perhaps before the Holy Light was widely used, no Alliance leader had imagined that the Naaru could be so useful.
They accepted the Draenei as a race with voting rights, more out of justice, faith and morality, which had nothing to do with interests. However, after all the weapons were holy, they suddenly felt that the whole world was different.
When it comes to fighting demons, no weapon is more effective than Holy Light.
If you want to kill a Hellfire during the Second World War of the Dark Gate, at least the first and second generation Paladins of the Silver Hand have to take action, or a group of mages have to kill it with magic.
Now three gunners who have trained for at most one week can easily kill a Hellfire by operating a PAK40 cavalry gun. This was unimaginable before.
The same applies to Naga.
In countless legends, Naga are evil creatures. They are traitors who betrayed their compatriots and even abandoned all intelligent creatures in Azeroth. Their ugly appearance is a curse to the planet.
In fact, this is not the case at all. The Highborne became like this purely because of the evil power of N'Zoth. They are actually neutral creatures in nature. It is only because of the harsh living environment and the bad habits left in the court of Azshara that they often commit vicious incidents of deception and intrigue.
Now, when the Naga tribe stood on the side of the Allies, everyone deeply felt the power and usefulness of the Naga tribe.
Under the joint manipulation of the unstable Hades and Vashj hiding in the lower level, this huge water wave dozens of meters above the ground was like clouds in the sky, rolling back layer by layer, and in an instant formed a huge circular water wall around the huge Hellfire Supremus.
It was as if endless water gushed out from those dozens of holes, forming a huge independent space that separated Supremus from other demons.
Then, after all the water rushed to the air, it gathered above the bewildered Supremus under the control of a mysterious force. When the water gathered to more than 10,000 tons, all the water poured down.
The water crashed down like a waterfall, forming a water and fire force with the huge blue flame of Hellfire. The extremely thick water column was baring its fangs and claws, like a dragon's open mouth, trying to swallow the Hellfire in one gulp.
The extremely high temperature of the fel flames evaporated the water dragon, and the water dragon was also trying to extinguish those damn flames.
Just when everything was white and everyone thought the battle between water and fire would last for a long time, a huge anchor suddenly broke through the bottom of the training ground, drew a strange arc in the water, and then accurately hooked the back of Hellfire.
"Hey! Come down!" A huge sea giant half of his body appeared in a big hole, and then he pulled the thick iron chain connected to the anchor with one hand and pulled Supremus to the lower level.
If it was a pure duel of strength, Supremus would not necessarily lose to Morogiri Tidewalker. Obviously, there were other beings who helped Hellfire into the water. Everyone seemed to see a super fish the size of a small fortress, biting the chain to help.
Uh, Vashj's subordinates, the big fish boss Yuzilla also helped.
In a land battle, Supremus was not afraid of Vashj's men. Now Duke's order turned the land battle into a naval battle. Can a mere large Hellfire really turn the tables?
Several Serpent Temple bosses attacked together, and Supremus was immediately dragged into the water area in the lower level of the Dark Temple.
Strings of blue bubbles still rose from the deep water like boiling water, bulging and bursting one by one, which seemed to foreshadow the inevitable fate of Supremus.
High temperatures can indeed evaporate water.
But how much can be evaporated?
If one thousand tons is not enough, give ten thousand tons.
If ten thousand tons are not enough, add another one million tons.
Ultimately, this comes down to a question of conservation of energy.
Now Vashj uses the water pump of the Panfang Reservoir to transfer almost all the water in the entire Outland. If a mere Supremus can evaporate the water of a continent, then there is nothing to say. Otherwise, it will be defeated.
No one wants to find out what game Vashj's minions are playing with this giant Hellfire in the deep water.
Anyway, Thrall and Varian saw Duke appear again, and soon after, Vashj also came.
She transformed into a high elf and bowed. "My Lord, Supremus has been killed, but more than half of the water pumps have broken down. We can no longer pump water to higher places. The Storm Naga will be of limited use in the future."
Duke didn't care. "It's okay. You and the Storm Naga did a great job. The clerks will record your contributions in clearing the supply lines and dealing with the Doom Walker, Naintus, and Supremus. If we take down the Dark Temple, you will definitely get a share of the spoils."
Vashj's face lit up with joy.
Victory is a good thing. As long as there are spoils of war, it will definitely make the Nagas feel a stronger sense of belonging to the Alliance and to Duke, their master.
Of course, what she said was another matter: "I am already very satisfied to be able to share a little bit of my master's glory."
"He's not an outsider, no need to be polite." Duke waved his hand: "Who else among your men can attack the high-level dark temple next?"
Vashj raised her hand and immediately grasped the ancient longbow engraved with magical patterns. Her face was enthusiastic and she said only one word: "Me!"
"very good!"
Vashj's performance made Thrall jealous and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Indeed, there is no harm without comparison.
It was not easy to accept the Goron clan, but Gruul was still very arrogant.
Not to mention the Gronn, even the Forsaken and the Goblins gave Thrall a feeling of being at odds with each other. Unlike the Qiraji and the Storm Naga, who showed their loyalty from the beginning, and even had no voting rights, they were absolutely in line with the Alliance leader in politics.
In the past, the Horde was ruled by the chief, and the chief had the final say on everything.
the Alliance is more like a rookie alliance, with a bunch of people dragging their feet.
Now the Alliance is like the Horde, and the Horde is like the Alliance.
Under Duke's command, the Alliance's various kings and leaders performed their duties and operated efficiently. The Horde, on the other hand, was full of contradictions. If it weren't for the great enemy of the Burning Legion and the Scourge, the Horde might have fallen apart first.
Shaking his head to drive those bad thoughts out of his mind, Thrall looked at the situation ahead: after Supremus was dragged to the lower level and killed, the water quickly receded.
Apart from the water marks and holes on the ground, it was hard to imagine that a flood had just hit this place that felt more like the middle of a mountain.