Stormwind God

Looking at the approaching giant mech, the 10,000 soldiers struggling on the ground were all trembling, and they kept praying to the gods they believed in.

The giants breaking into the eyes should not be dealt with by these little soldiers.

Although the military order is like a mountain, the reckless husband and the fool are not a word after all.

Just when the huge shock almost shocked people to spit out last night's dinner. Time seems to be fixed at this moment.

The original look of the abyss lord watching from a distance turned into a horror, and he screamed, "No!"

In the flames of the sky. Including all the demons present, everyone saw the right arm of the Legion Demon Mech, suddenly twirling outwards in an unexpected anti-joint posture during the explosion, and then because The shoulders burst and the entire arm fell off.

There was also a bright spark at the fracture, as well as the green evil energy splashing out like a fountain.

What is even more exaggerated is that the falling arm was hit by another shell that was immediately following. At that time, it was spinning, and it was flying against a mechanical device created by a Morge technician not far away. Smash it down.

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

Allied positions suddenly cheered loudly.

"Long live the league!"

"Fuck these big toys!"

"Hahaha!"

Compared to the cheers of the Allies, Technician Morge was shocked.

The armor that was more than 200 millimeters thick was actually penetrated?

Because it is an alloy filled with evil energy, even the powerful magic of the day-level magi may not be able to penetrate its armor. In the same way, even the abyss lord with amazing brute force could not easily break through the alloy armor. Why did it become like paper in front of human artillery.

Foreman Morge is angry!

"Fight back! Fire back!"

Fel Artillery This is a must-have facility in every Forge Camp. Prior to construction, each of the Forge Camps will be equipped with a cannon of evil energy to provide protection for Gan'erge and Mo'erge. Outland has always been full of evil artillery, and this time is no exception.

Many of the evil artillery hidden in the gun compartment below the ground were pushed out of the bunker by the craftsmen and fired directly into the sky.

The stinging binocular high-concentration Fel Cannonballs marked a green glow in the dark air, and rushed to the Alliance Aircraft hovering in the sky.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" In order to cover the main force's retreat, from time to time, brave frigates rushed up, and battleships and cruisers with their relatively weak magic shields as their main force carried the shells of large-caliber Fel Cannon attacks.

The end is often tragic.

The spherical white shield, which persists for less than a second, turns into particles of elements, scattered in the air. Under the direct attack of this artillery, most of the hull of the slender hull burst suddenly.

The fel energy that went straight in swept the entire ammunition depot with ease, triggering a stronger explosion.

The scattered wood, twisted gun barrels, and the stumps of humans and dwarves fell from the sky.

This scene is simply unbearable.

Brian covered his eyes.

Duke sighed: "See it. If it is a new warship with a compartment, it will not be so easy to explode."

Brian nodded silently, if he would listen to Duke and give up the multi-gun coverage style early, there would be no sacrifice at this moment.

The only good news is that under the cover of the small ships, the main force finally flew out of the range of the evil artillery.

Draenor itself is a planet with a smaller radius than Azeroth, so its crust is also larger. Even after the planet exploded, so were the remaining continents or regions.

When flying more than four kilometers away from a target, the warship appears to be submerged below the horizon. The direct-thinking artillery artillery could not be hit at all, but the new artillery of the alliance attacked with a parabola.

Although the attack rate from 10,000 meters away can't bear to look straight, the new artillery bombards the Devil Can Mech like a hammer throwing eggs.

It's okay to miss it.

Once you hit it, let alone whether the egg yolk will flow out, and even the egg shell will turn into powder.

Even with the help of the landing army, the artillery cross-horizon attack is still a matter of character.

Fortunately, where the hoof is, the league's luck has been good.

In just three rounds of shelling, the three huge magical mechs were off. The first mech that fired was the most fortunate. It was just a one-handed, one-footed artillery, and the sheep twitched like crazy on the ground.

The second mech was the worst, so immortal, it was hit by the Hood and hit his chest. Armor-piercing shells weighing more than one ton penetrated the armor of the chest and directly hit the mech's fel power furnace, which caused a huge explosion and even affected the third mech which was quite close.

The third mech was also blown off his left leg, and rolled ridiculously on the ground.

Without the magical mech that infantry is most jealous of, the time for charge is next.

"Rush" Yrel lifted his warhammer high.

The shining Charge then sounded across the Allied positions.

A moment ago, it seemed like an empty position, and it was suddenly full of dense heads.

Not only that, there was no warning at all, and the muddy lake water, which was originally full in the north of the Legion Fortress, suddenly fell at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

In just one minute, the water dragon that once seemed like a large river disappeared. Only the clear water marks on the crimson stones told others that there was once such a surging river.

When the hoof led the Draenei and the dwarf infantry, they just bypassed the broken magical mech, and when they could rush to the legion fortress in just a few minutes, they came from the direction of the flood. The sound of loud noise.

The long rumbling sound of "Woohoo" is just like the past millennia.

Marad stopped, looking far away, his face slightly changed.

"The orc horn!" Mallard slammed his hoof fiercely, but after all, he continued to charge.

There used to be endless resentment, once the blood of each other merged with each other on the battlefield, and spread throughout the Terokkar Forest, but unfortunately they are now allies!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Don't win or die!

The classic roar echoed again in Shadowmoon Valley.

How long hasn't the heroic roar echoed since Shadowmoon Valley became the site and testing ground of Illidan?

I don't know how many orcs burst into tears.

"For the tribe!" The leader of the tribe, Sal, was the leader of the flame warhammer. Orgrim was right next to him, besides, there was the transferred Tauren Chief Kane.