Stormwind God

Duke never felt that Vasqi was very strong. Even in the game before the crossing, Duke's regiment got stuck for about three days to complete the first kill.

In the reality of this life, Vasiqi has become a big problem.

If Naga left any large-scale body of water for more than five kilometers, her strength would drop significantly. Not only because of the relationship between aquatic organisms, but also because there is too little water in the air, it will directly affect the magical strength of female Naga.

In terms of water warfare, it is likely that Vasque, who is already a demigod, has almost no solution. As long as you stay in deep enough water, in theory, only the deep-sea giant can harden Naga. There is indeed a boss in the deep-sea giant called Morogli * Tidewalker. The problem is also in the Temple of the Serpent. He is from Vasi Little brother!

Above Vasque, only Queen Azshara and the ancient **** Enzos.

Well, these are all wearing a pair of pants.

Uh, Naga has a snake-shaped lower body and doesn't wear pants, sorry!

If Duke can descend on the Serpent Temple, Duke has at least 90% certainty that he can kill Vazki alone. He just dared to come, and Kil'jaeden dared to play and stuck him.

Duke didn't have the guts to have a hard-core strength of 100% in such a place without anti-Titans and anti-combustion legion formations, and even exploded because of full anger.

That's death.

Perhaps in the original history, it is precisely for this reason that not many big men in the league have appeared in outland wars.

The location of Zangarmarsh is too important. A Vasque, like the sword of Damocles hanging around the neck of the coalition, will be cut off at any time.

Duke had a big head.

"No matter, the big deal forced me to install it, and the pot was carried to Fandal."

Throughout November, basically spent the rest of the coalition and strategic shift.

On November 5, in the easternmost part of the Zangarmarsh, Vandal personally stepped down, commanded the arrangement, and established the Cenarion camp.

On the same day, Jaina sat in the cursed land, Anastrian was in the Hellfire Peninsula, and the two suns joined forces to open the gate of darkness to the maximum, and finally brought the most advanced road machine of the alliance.

The so-called road roller is actually a similar thing to a road roller.

But it's more violent and bigger.

Even if it has been disassembled and shipped over, it still brings a heavy burden on the portal.

Because the roller just in front of the roller is five stories high and sixteen carriages are as wide.

Think about it, how five-storey houses are pressing towards you?

The dwarves' current forging steel technology is not enough, and they can't make such a large roller. Black technology or something has never happened in one jump. It is impossible to form one piece. The dwarf can use rivets to bend pieces of steel plates together like a shipbuilding, and then weld them!

As a result, a giant was created.

Coupled with the league's latest diesel engine, this road-opening machine is absolutely shocking.

Is not it?

Smoked by the black smoke from the chimney, no one seemed to roll out dozens of times in the coal yard. So irrespective of environmental protection and inefficient gadgets, only dwarves dare to use.

Anyway, since the day this thing was born, Duke issued a death order to bar him from entering any of the main cities of the Alliance except Ironforge.

What a joke, being sprayed with this stuff, absolutely people and animals are dead, and the fields don't need to be planted.

But Duke couldn't help it. Diesel was still the latest product, and it was inferior.

The diesel engine is similar, just one gear higher than the steam engine.

Well, the coalition forces over there can't go west. The whole Hellfire peninsula is a void in the north and south of the air force. There is nothing to do with the 100,000 troops. In a week, all the monsters in the southwest of Honor Fort were killed into endangered protected animals. What steel-tooth flycatcher can only be found in the specimen room.

Coming out of Fort Glory, heading southwest, across the transition plain, to the thorns trail.

The road machine only took three days.

The huge thorny clusters crisscrossed, as strong as steel, and numb to the scalp, made a continuous explosion under the crushing of the road opener.

Aren't you tough?

Aren't you afraid of fire?

come! Just positive, who is afraid of whom?

After the unreasonable roller passed, the diesel bulldozer went up, and the dwarf engineering team followed up with paving and paving. Anyway, after three days of rumbling, a wide road comparable to the Avenue of Glory finally came out.

At Thorns Rock, Duke stood beside the road with Thomas and Yrel and a dozen Draenei.

Seeing the huge road machine completely flatten the thorn forest of the Draenei Jedi, Yrel and others were stunned.

"This ... is this the strength of the league?" Yrel's tail twitched non-stop, and the girl's curiosity leapt to her face.

"Haha! The draenei's level of technology is actually very high. But you lack energy." To be honest, Duke has long been focusing on the dark technology of others.

If the problem of energy supply can be solved, what is the quality of the high-end atmosphere of the Draenei Star Warship! Compared with the Draenei, Azeroth's so-called sharpest diesel air combat ship can't get it at all.

Of course, Duke will shelter the Draenei, but his technology must also be available.

It's just that I'm not in a hurry right now, as soon as we enter the door, people will sell their ancestors' graves, and Duke can't do it.

Moreover, before confirming that the alliance really has the power to fight the Burning Legion, Velen's old **** stick will not give any dry goods.

At this time, Duke and his team saw the mission release officer of Fort Glory, and the first person of the Dead Elf Mechanized Unit, Brian Bronzebeard, who had a particularly large aura.

He is not a king, but many times he has greater authority than the king, because most of the new weapons in the alliance were made by his hands.

Seeing such a big man coming, how could Thomas not be nervous.

"He's ..." Yrel whispered, hiding halfway behind Duke and tearing Duke's robe.

"Oh, Prince Brian Bronzebeard, a big man. But it's okay, he gets along well." Duke whispered.

"Yo, you are the Mark Daku who has an excellent record and led the team to get in touch with Shattrath City. I heard that it was you who surveyed and made the terrain assessment." Brian came over and handed a flat iron bottle.

No need to ask, it must be the spirit of Brian's collection.

The dwarf doesn't have so many corners and turns. To give you a drink is to look down on you and want to make friends with you.

Friendship is deep and stuffy.

Duke murmured and drank it without saying a word.

Blushing and panting.

"Oh! Master, so much alcohol!" Brian raised his thumb: "This is my specialty. At 80 degrees, two ordinary humans are about to fall. Dalaran's mage is dying and says It will affect the brain, refuse to live or die, and have no consciousness at all. "

Duke laughed. This is not his deity. All food will be stirred directly when it reaches the artificial stomach, and it will have no effect on the body fart. It turned out that manipulating artificial people can also impersonate the **** of wine. Duke smiled slightly. "Born."