Stratholme God

   Chapter 1484 Mr. Sa is no longer pretending

   “Duang!”

   A 15-story elite version of the magic mecha actually changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional in an instant.

   That way, the old man is miserable!

  It is not as simple as restoring the factory design, it is simply returning to its origin - metal.

   At least one standard swimming pool has as much fel energy slurry sputtering out in the form of explosive slurry, and the fiery fel energy can easily corrode large swaths of seaside reefs.

  The huge impact caused the big explosion of the magic mecha, creating a huge pit that was 30 meters deep and more than 200 meters in diameter. Because the mecha was too close to the sea, it even changed the shape of the coastline on the spot.

   "Oh yeah—" At an altitude of 10,000 meters, Onyxia, who saw her victory through the visual linkage of Ysera's dream, slapped her wings excitedly.

   She intends to re-enact the impressive results of this one-shot kill.

  Unfortunately, as the so-called intentional planting flowers will not bloom, and then a dozen or more fake 'ballistic missiles' are fired down by tail flicks, and she will no longer be able to achieve direct results.

   A lot of giant missiles, only the results of sputtering that are relatively close to the target.

  There is no way, in order to prevent them from exploding the missile directly in mid-air due to excessive force when they can beat the dragon tail, the charge of the missile warhead cannot be too much, and only a relatively conservative excitation system can be used.

   As long as it is not a direct hit, it is difficult to explode or paralyze such a thick-skinned magic mecha on the spot.

   Don't look at the history of King Wa slashing the head of a magic mecha with a sword, that's because King Wa is holding an artifact sword!

   McDonald's was actually quite satisfied with such a victory.

   Traps, ambush, etc. are disgusting because they were unexpected.

   Come to think of it, that’s actually what happened.

   McDonald's snapped his fingers: "Willie!"

   The commander understands the truth.

   On a floating platform in front of the sky wall, Gunner Willy's general's cloak fluttered in the wind.

   As a veteran gunner who began to be famous for his artillery skills 25 years ago, Willie has rarely visited the front line and stayed in the artillery formation. It wasn't that the high power made him slack, but that after he was enthroned, he spent more time being thrown by the emperor to the Artillery Academy as the chief instructor.

   This time, he was purely technical.

  Because he controls, it is the latest element cannon [Eternal Night Aurora].

Touching the 1000mm-caliber gun barrel, which was a bit cold, Willie finally confirmed the data from the gun team's mirror and the combined data from various observation stations. "

  The cannons on all the floating islands of the Sky Wall roared together.

   Even if the recoil of an elemental cannon is much lower than that of a traditional gunpowder cannon, it will be quite scary even if the recoil is superimposed.

   On the battleship in the sea and in the air next to it, the soldiers clearly saw that a large number of floating islands rose with the smoke, and the entire island shifted a lot to the east.

   Countless cannonballs drew almost parallel tracks in the sky, tearing apart the smoke and dust raised by the fierce battle in the sky, and roaring almost side by side.

   In the blink of an eye, they swept past the heads of the millions of sea clans, and disappeared at the other end of the horizon in a blink of an eye.

   When these cannonballs, which were poured into the frost element by at least the viscount-level powerhouse in the water element, fell on the broken beach, the entire coastline appeared a magnificent and exaggerated scene——

  The earth and the sea...frozen!

  Whether it was the magic mecha that was still incompetent and furious a moment ago, the few demon skirmishers, or the sand and dust flying all over the sky, everything was frozen into a huge ice sculpture castle in an instant.

  “…”

  As the attacking party's alliance soldiers, he was lost at this moment.

   Even the most creative and poetic poets in the army lost their minds, and for a while did not know what adjectives to use to describe this shocking scene.

  The world seemed to be silent for a few seconds. With the excited shouts of the alliance soldiers, the dozen or so magical mechas on the beach collapsed like a building block that was kicked over.

   "Oooooooh-" On every battleship, on the floating island, and on the sea, there was a strange cry of excitement from the Union soldiers.

   At the command post of the Throne of the Wind God, little Anduin, who was watching the battle, waved his fists excitedly: "Father-in-law, did we win this battle?"

father in law?

   A cross-shaped blue vein appeared on McDonald's forehead immediately.

   Little Anduin is 13 years old this year, and he is already the age to be able to harm several big daughters of the Mai family.

  McDangou saw that this prospective son-in-law was upset, and corrected him loudly: "If you are not married, you will not be my son-in-law. Remember, call me Your Majesty!"

   Little Anduin felt the encouragement from his father, he straightened his back immediately, and said loudly: "Okay, father-in-law! I understand, father-in-law!"

  If it wasn't for the fact that his allies were still staring opposite the magic mirror, a certain favorite daughter, a madman, wouldn't have allowed Sunderland to install a device that would throw this little brat from the Kingdom of Stormwind down the toilet and flush it into the sea in one go.

Feeling the sight of other bigwigs, McDonald's was full of fire and explained patiently: "A great man said that strategically we can despise the enemy, and tactically we must pay attention to the enemy. I ask you, on the battlefield Is it a strategic or a tactical matter?”

   "Tactics..." Little Anduin's voice dropped.

   Almost in response to McDonald's lesson, in less than half a minute, countless green spots of light suddenly appeared behind the Broken Beach.

   A casual glance can reveal that the Burning Legion had hidden at least a thousand fel cannons in some unknown corner before.

   "The enemy's counter-attack artillery!" The exclamations of the front-line commanders rang out from countless positions and ships.

   Dealing with enemy artillery counterattacks is also a skill.

  The ship can temporarily do tactical maneuvers to try to avoid the enemy's artillery.

  The floating island is not.

  Fortunately, the Alliance shotguns are now replaced by guns, and now a small number of self-propelled artillery continue to execute the tactics of playing one round and one place. In front of each regular artillery array, there must be a set of simple military protective arrays, presided over by the Master of Dalaran.

   Once upon a time, Masters were the most noble beings, and they represented the force of mass destruction.

  Unfortunately, the magic attack distance of the mages is too urgent, and the appearance of magic cannons and long-range artillery has replaced most mages' positions on the battlefield. Most of the mages who are not high-level in strength are reduced to tool people who manipulate magic shields.

   Bunch of rays of light of different colors interweaved and shuttled over the battlefield, instantly forming a network of elements entrenched above the heads of the Alliance Sea Clan.

  Although alliance warships also have magical protection circles, and some even have wind element guards to help open their shields, but the fel cannons are so easy to carry.

   In the world of Azeroth, the chaos damage of fel energy is equivalent to the noble [true damage]!

   Fel cannons were constantly destroyed, and there were also sea battleships with slightly weaker defenses being sunk.

   McDonald tilted his head: "Sargras, are you finally not pretending?"

   (end of this chapter)