Stormwind God

A huge waterspout with a cross section larger than a football field rises from the farthest water surface on the east side, mixed with a huge roar that resounds through the sky, and moves violently to the east.

In just a few minutes, a distance of five kilometers was crossed, passing through the huge channel between the Altama platform on the north and the ruins of Karabo on the south, and slamming into the huge mech doomsday walker guarding the dark temple gate .

The evil Eredar Warlock sacrificed a magic circle in an attempt to block this terrible waterspout, and they did succeed in resisting this direct attack.

Unfortunately, from the beginning, the Allied attacks were not intended to destroy them directly.

Destroy a legion's fortress with a simple physical attack, take it for granted.

Elements are also energy, and there won't be many chances of direct strike before the protection energy is exhausted. If you simply want to use magic or artillery to bomb the dark temple, it will be so old that you may have a chance to deal with it.

But if the Eredar Warlock was to bunker again, he couldn't suddenly wipe out millions of tons of water.

A scarlet brilliance flashed, and the magic shield covering the entire temple persisted under the huge water column for less than two seconds, and it was announced to be shattered. The rest was more dependent on the magic protection spell of the temple itself.

Duke didn't count on that at all, all he wanted was to flood the main entrance of the Dark Temple with water, and trap the super robot giant, Doomwalker.

"Sludge!" Outside the Dark Temple, the demon emperor Wicklow performed a wide range of magic, turning the entire front of the Dark Temple into a stack of super-large paste.

The Irida Warlocks have no way to deal with the unreasonable, inexpensive, and scarce war magic of the Alliance.

They are better at energy vs. energy, magic vs. magic. They are not good at this way to gain advantages by changing the terrain.

In order to prevent the doomsday walkers from sinking into the quagmire, the best way to deal with them is to quickly solidify the ground and let the doomsday walkers regain their freedom and even their maneuverability advantages.

Unfortunately, these erida wizards are not good at earth magic in the nature department, nor will they use the wide area frost magic to solidify the ground like a quagmire.

So they watched as the doomsday walker was mostly drowned by the turbulent muddy water.

Thirty-six high-ranking naga priestesses surround Vasiqi at the bottom of the water west of Doomwalker, their cheeks vibrating slightly, strange curses sounding underwater, lingering in a mysterious ancient magic array.

Vasiqi in the form of Naga opened his eyes, holding six staffs in six hands, each of the staff's heads emitting bright lights.

Rao is under this rather turbid water, the magical brilliance of the six-pointed star formed by the heads of six rods still shines in all directions.

"Don't stop that traitor!" An Erida Warlock leader exclaimed.

"No, the magic circle ... seems to have been destroyed!" A warlock replied.

"what!?"

Any war-level magic formation has an extremely large footprint, which is the price that must be paid to increase the power of magic.

Most of the mature magic formations have been modified through countless generations to become as concise as possible, so every magic rune on the magic formation has its irreplaceable role.

Heavy soldiers guarding the war magic formation has been an invariable habit developed by the Burning Legion over the past 25,000 years.

It stands to reason that no one can sneak in, unless it is ... an invisible enemy.

"Hey, hey!" The laughter of joy and vengeance in a brutal period caught the attention of demons.

A burly blue-skinned man appeared at the outermost end of the magic circle. He has an appearance similar to that of the Eredar, such as the long whiskers with tentacles. Unlike the Eredar's still-sophisticated appearance, his face was broken.

It looks as if the concave and convex face is corrupted by sulfuric acid. The more bulging upper and lower jaws have monster-like teeth, and a pair of eyes exudes strange blue-blue light.

Suddenly, the leader of the Eredar Warlock recognized him and shouted his name in anger: "Arkama the humble broken!"

If Ereda hates Draenei because the Draenei in their eyes are betrayers, then their hatred of the Broken is still there. Because the shattered man destroyed his face and lost part of his sensible draenei.

In Ereda's eyes, this is the deterioration of the traitor.

This tarnished the existence of Erida's noble blood, and it should be completely eliminated from the world.

Akama was originally Archbishop of Draenei. Almost thirty years ago, against the evil orcs, he was eroded by poisonous mist and became broken during the Shattrath explosion. He lost the blessing of the Holy Light and was influenced by Nobleton to learn Shamanism.

Akama's Grey Tongue death vows have long fought against the evil orcs led by Outer Realm Maseridon. Only in this life, because Illidan won the trust of Kil'jaeden and let Magtheridon directly belong to His Majesty, this time Illidan took Akama and took him and his broken ones. Be my little brother.

The only difference was that Illidan captured Akama once and continued to extract some of his soul to make a shadow of Akama. Later, Akama took advantage of the racial talent that the broken can stealth.

500,000 troops attacked the Dark Temple, such a major event could not be concealed. When Akama took the initiative to contact the Allies and wanted to help, Duke agreed.

Apparently, Akama did a good job. With a small magic dagger given by Duke, he temporarily temporarily paralyzed the protection of the dark temple.

Outside the temple, Duke narrowed his eyes: "Akama has succeeded! Selega, it's up to you!"

Vasily smiled: "Relax!"

Six wands on six arms radiate surging magic to the front of the array, all without any time for the eredar warlocks. Countless seaweed-like plants begin to grow at the bottom of the water at the feet of Doomwalker come out.

One meter, ten meters, one hundred meters.

This strange seaweed not only has extremely strong entanglement, but also carries thorns on it. As long as there is such a small gap in the doomswalker, the thorns will grow crazy inside.

At the same time, bursts of yellow fluorescence from the demonized seaweed gave the Alliance's artillery fleet a clear indicator!

"The offensive unit fired!" On the new flagship Ellie's Silly Queen, Brian waved his arm slightly.

Suddenly the old warship, headed by black pearls, approached the dark temple at high speed, giving the temple's body the most violent artillery bombardment.

The purpose of the onslaught is not to destroy, but to contain the magical defenses that the Dark Temple may recover.

When Brian saw that the last magic hood was blown up, he finally ordered: "The Royal Kiln Regiment will obey orders! Target Doomwalker."