Stormwind God

Vasi, who knew nothing about modern industry, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Obviously, if the coalition forces are not stopped, a small fortress can be built like a decent one day.

However, the surprise was short-lived.

"Master ..." Deepwater Lord Karatheres whispered to Vasij.

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

Vaschi smiled charmingly: "What's the point of catching these mortals? Can it be a real threat to the Serpent Temple. Or do you want to see me strangling these low-lying ants with a demigod?"

"Of course not! Her Majesty the Great Queen." Catherace bowed his head deeply.

One of the slender arms was lifted slightly to form a graceful arc, and Vaschi made her decision: "Once there are five or more heroes in the field of heroes, drown it."

"Do your will."

The Alliance Engineers over there were also trembling.

"Hey, do you say the long tails of those six hands will come out of the nest?"

"Relax, Lord Marcus said, it won't come out."

"Oh oh oh!"

The engineers did much like stacked wood. A two-meter square piece of prefabricated steel plate is inlaid with screws, placed in the predetermined position, and then poured into the cement like a sandwich cookie.

A fortress covering an area of ​​about one square kilometer rises almost at the speed visible to the naked eye.

All day, no one Naga floated openly peeping at the fort. Maybe there are, peeping under the water is impossible to detect.

Allied security forces also rotate every hour.

It's just that every hour passes, the tower behind rises up.

In the outer twelve arrow towers, when the reinforced concrete concrete slab walls connecting these arrow towers were completed, immediately twelve towering arrow towers emerged in the middle of the gap between the arrow towers and the arrow towers.

Twenty-four arrow towers were completed, and the second inner wall was immediately built in the inner circle. Six mysterious magic towers were erected inside.

Layer by layer, as if skewered, one by one prefabricated inlaid, each additional layer, the complex and dazzling colorful pattern on the magic tower will be a point.

Until the tenth floor.

Of course, this is not a traditional mage tower for the mage to live, live, experiment, and defend against foreign enemies in a traditional sense. This is a pure magic amplifier, using high-purity magic spar, combined with a huge magic array, to upgrade each magic of the master who is in charge of the mage tower from personal magic to war magic.

Several times, Morogli * Tidewalker wanted to rush up, but was only caught by Karatheres.

"Not in a hurry! Not in a hurry! Now these clueless juggernauts, not even snacks before meals. We need to be patient."

Almost at the same time, in the Teredor Stronghold, east of central Zangarmarsh, alliances and tribal powerhouses had already gathered.

This fortress originally belonged to the Draenei, but now it has become the coalition's forward base because of someone's order to reclaim the lake.

The fortress, which sits on top of a huge stone mushroom, looks unattainable. Mushroom roots strengthened by dozens of magical protection spells are even more indestructible. Exist under the true God, don't expect to shake it.

In the hall belonging to the tribe's rest, Thrall calmly cleaned up his famous Hammer of Destruction. Using Union-made tweezers, he carefully cleaned the ground meat stuck to the side of the square-shaped hammer. Although the high temperature and heat of the hammer will turn everything into coke, bio-fat is difficult to burn and burn out. It accumulates over time and always leaves a little gelatinous matter.

"Are you ready?" Orgrim came in and asked.

"I'm always ready." Thrall answered lightly.

Furiously, none of them talked about the mission. Obviously, the alliance and the tribe's position always have various deviations, but they have unreservedly chosen to believe in Duke.

As a leader, he will never hesitate to try to figure out his enemies and his allies with the worst intentions. Because the leader never represents a single person, but a large group.

Only in this way, those who trust him and give his life and soul to him will not be sacrificed for nothing by the leader's mistrust.

A mature leader should never believe in any outsider. After all, when you believe in your allies more than in yourself, then you can talk about absolute trust in your allies.

This is not an easy task.

Either Thrall or Orgrim, they both believed in Duke, and believed that he had an absolute hole card to pack Vazki.

Thrall's lieutenant came: "Great Chief, Varian the Storm King of the Alliance is waiting for you outside."

"I'll be right there."

Thrall stepped out of the tribe with powerful men and saw each other in uniforms. Everyone's face was firm. Each pair of eyes has absolute self-confidence. This is a determined look that can only be experienced after more than one brutal battle.

Varian put his hands on the hilts of his two artifact swords, and his eyes were like electricity: "It's time!"

Thrall nodded: "Let's go!"

Headed by Anastrian, the strongest mage of the tribe, the priests from both sides of the alliance cast a spell, and opened a portal that could allow four carriages to pass in parallel. The other end of the portal was built on the ruins of the twin towers. Brand new small fortress.

As soon as the Sun King reached the fortress, he immediately flashed into the mage tower on the south side of the fortress's central square. It can be found that a huge flame shield with a diameter of more than two kilometers was quickly formed around the fortress. The fortress was enlarged and looked far away It's like a huge fireball.

Star Warlock Soranlian, surrounded by the Alliance strong, hugged with both hands. The pair of delicate and soft palms facing each other was a large crystal spike with a height of three floors. The purple pyramidal cone exudes the surge of surging arcane energy that has attracted everyone's attention.

"Booming" round and round, as if the tide is rushing outwards.

At the center of the square, each step of Solanlian stirred up the magic circle that had been engraved on the ground and produced a greater arcane response.

When Solan Liane let go of her hands and let the ten-meter-long cone slowly fall into the center of the magic circle, a winding lightning suddenly burst into the purple-black sky above the ruins of the twin towers.

Difficult-to-measure elements converge here at high speed, making the thin clouds suddenly visible to the naked eye. Clouds boiled like thick gruel.

When this boiling reached in just a few seconds, a purple-blue light spot suddenly appeared in the sky facing the top of the spar cone.

As the hill fell into the water, the arcane energy spreading by the light spots set off a round and round of energy frenzy in the mid-air, spreading out several miles in diameter.