Stormwind God

"咻咻 咻"

Along with the shattering wind, black cannonballs flew over the neat coalition army not far from the sky. They were like migrating migratory birds and birds, covering the sky, but they were flying lower and lower.

They are so densely shooting the yuan according to a predetermined schedule, like a black quilt, covering the demon army.

Floating Fortress Naxxramas, plus several kilometers of Warburg Fort artillery positions, thousands of artillery fired at the same time, the barrage formed formed the entire sky into a black tide, slamming on the demon fiercely Composed of turbulence.

The shells exploded as if slowly.

Rao could clearly see that the huge demon was blown apart two or three kilometers away, and then the wreckage of the broken limb was scattered into the sky.

Slowness is just an optical illusion.

With the red ground as the background, waves of artillery shells screamed across the void, and some stray bullets even wiped the sky above the coalition array, exploded into the open space in front of the array, and raised earth and gravel.

This is not the first time I have seen the Alliance's artillery array.

Every time I see it, I still feel that my heart is surging and hard to be myself.

Thrall suddenly rejoices that the tribal warriors do not have to risk such terrible artillery fire to attack the alliance's position.

Long-range artillery washes.

Sniper arrows fired.

Magic saturation attack.

Volley shots puncture.

Without going through these four lines of death, you can't touch the Alliance's position at all.

However, now the unlucky ghost has been replaced by the Demon of the Burning Legion. There were several elite demons with short eyes who tried to rush forward with cannonballs, but they did not end up there better than those ordinary goods.

The Alliance has larger-caliber artillery. Anyone who is not immune to fire damage or has a wide-area [protective cannonball] magic shield must die.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, those guys were bombed into mortar by mortars of [small steel cannon] level.

For a time, Thrall was a little worried whether such a violent shelling would be destroyed along with the Dark Portal.

However, he saw a scene that surprised him: under the fierce bombardment, the dark door did flicker in the fire, as if it would collapse at any time, but this did not happen.

An unexplainable magical force expelled artillery shells flying in any direction.

At the center of the horizon, it stands there.

In perception, it does not exist.

The Dark Gate itself is a special existence that seems to be located in the center of the cursed land, but in different spatial dimensions.

The violent shelling continued, and the demons slammed into the shells, and the stubble of the limbs seemed to be pouring rain, and the next one kept.

Later, even the tribal army became a little numb.

The orc warrior yawned, and the tauren warrior shouted, as if killed by an alliance artillery, not just a powerful demon who could slaughter the entire village, but a group of moving targets.

The fire continued for about ten minutes, and then Jaina's voice came from the magic message.

"There aren't many demons."

The artillery ceased within a minute.

Thousands of artillery fired continuously, and the scene was quite shocking. Unfortunately, the cost was also an astronomical figure.

If it wasn't for someone who recently took gold as collateral, he has launched a new currency aliased as 'Azeroth Soft Girl Coin', which is very popular and has been unanimously recognized by the Alliance tribe. The emptiness of the national treasury, it is estimated that the quartermasters and the interior officials of the returning alliance are expected to jump the river.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeys" horns blew huge horns, and the desolate and heroic trumpet echoed on the cursed land.

That was the attacking horn.

"Attack!" Thrall lifted [Destruction Hammer] high, and his white-haired war wolves caught between his legs, leading the charge forward.

I have to say that on a battlefield full of pits with a depth of more than one meter, the War Wolf mount is better than the Alliance war horse. The steam tank will lie in a large pit, and the war wolf can pass through it in a single jump. As a native breed of Draenor, there is no problem of soil and water. As long as there is enough meat, War Wolf is one of the most ideal outland mounts.

Fortunately, the alliance does not need to be jealous of the tribe this time.

After seeing the tribal army drowning the sporadic demons in front of the Dark Gate, and then entered the Dark Gate in an orderly manner, Varian caught a slightly hard bug belly, and stepped down the black ring red bug that seemed to be a small car. Opening four long sickle-like legs, he started to run forward.

As soon as I walked through the dark door, I felt a moment of nagging, a bit like a weightlessness falling from a high altitude. But only for a moment, he and the worm soon became a streamer, crossing the void in light-years.

By the time he returned to God, he was already under the load of bugs, charging on a long and wide illusory passage towards the space outside the door of darkness.

Outside the door was a dark sky with a fiery background.

In front of the Alliance soldiers, reflected in their horizons, the two armies were fighting for life and death on the same reddish land in front of them.

All the killing sounds seemed to be isolated from an invisible air curtain wall. When Varian led the forwards of the Gryphon Corps and rushed out of the dark gate, the sound of trembling sounds like a rushing wave and rushed to the surface , Violent serial impact on the ear drums of everyone present.

In the eyes, Varian saw a large abyss lord, a stone giant covered with green flames [Hellfire], and large and small demon guards and doomsday guards.

The only good thing is that the number of these demons is not so desperate.

Sensing the arrival of the Alliance, Thrall consciously moved the front towards the north of the Dark Portal.

"Union attack!" Varian attacked first, heading south.

The Alliance's army surged out of the Dark Gate like a cavalry on a worm, followed by a army of Qiraji led by Shatula, followed by a mage, and finally a clumsy and heavy artillery.

In the Alliance Army, no one noticed an ordinary mage.

"Ah!" A male human mage who seemed to be under twenty years old almost dropped off the horse, and an Alliance knight next to him saw his hand quickly and pulled him.

The two quickly left the main road, rested a little, and gathered there a group of people who had just finished teleporting but were unwell.

"Be careful, Master, you're going to die when you fall off the horse!"

"Thank you!" The little mage corrected her mage crown and saw the badge on the opponent's armor: "Stromgard?"

"Yeah! My grandparents were whitewater highland knights. My name is Thomas, how about you?"

The little mage also flashed his emblem on his mage's robe: "Sirmore Mage Mark Duku salutes you."