Stratholme God

   Chapter 1485 See who has more hands behind

  Sa is not an ostrich after all, there is no such thing as burying his head in the sand and letting others kick his ass.

  Hey, Alliance, right? I'm not pretending, I'm going to showdown, I just want to plot against you, what?

  McDonald's mind came up with the image of Mr. Sa.

   Actually, this is just a little trick of some demon commander.

   There is no Gul'dan doing anything in this life, which doesn't mean that the demon commander couldn't think of such an ambush tactic.

  The ambush is good, but it can't be beat... The Burning Legion has a great career, and it can't afford it.

   So the scene on the battlefield turned into a passionate shootout.

The    fel cannons are really awesome. If they hit directly with one shot, at least a large protective magic circle at the cruiser level can withstand it.

  Small destroyers, torpedo boats, etc., once they are hit, they are basically lost in one shot.

   "Ahhhh!" Many Alliance soldiers on board were burned with green flames, and they would turn to ashes within a few steps. The terrifying flames of fel energy would not go out immediately even if they jumped into the sea, and continued to burn the flesh and blood of the victims.

   What is even more outrageous is that the fel energy will spread like a liquid, penetrating into the middle and lower cabins of the ship, and continue to expand the damage.

  Although the alliance suffered a lot of losses, this time it showed the advantage of good mobility. Even the vanguard ships closest to the beach were at least five kilometers offshore.

   The main force with battleships and heavy cruisers as the core exceeds ten kilometers.

  The aircraft carrier formation was 50 kilometers away.

   This kind of over-the-horizon hit is obviously more dominant for the Alliance side. First, the ship can only perform tactical maneuvers. Second, the gunners of the Burning Legion obviously lack the experience of over-the-horizon attacks.

   Perhaps the Burning Legion's space fleet has such experience and technology, but the Army does not.

   When the Alliance evacuated the fleets near the coast beyond the horizon, it was obvious that the hit rate of the Fel Cannons had dropped sharply, and it was almost a slap in the face.

  The fel cannons are all fixed turrets. After the high-altitude reconnaissance troop transmitted the coordinate data to the fleet and the artillery array on the floating island, the heavy artillery over 200mm began to teach the fel artillery to be a man.

   "Boom! Boom!"

   "Boom—"

  The huge plume of smoke mixed with unpleasant fel energy slurries soared into the sky, and the green light unique to fel energy was quite conspicuous in the scout's field of vision.

   On the three-dimensional map of the artillery commander, the artillery representing the target are marked with a [cross] one by one.

  The light spots of the Burning Legion's counter-artillery were sparsely visible to the naked eye.

The    Alliance didn't care about the 3721, and they didn't call for a ceasefire, so they used Xu Jin artillery to plough the entire beach again and again.

   After watching the wreckage of several magic mechas being hit by the artillery, it seemed to twitch like a twitch, and the muscles on the faces of several alliance bosses also twitched.

   always felt that McDonald's was deliberately whipping the corpse.

  If McDonald knew what they were thinking, he would have shouted his grievance loudly: King Wa, I am commemorating you! His Majesty Varian is immortal.

   (Varian in this life: Meow meow? Am I dead?)

  The intensive shelling went on for more than an hour before McDonald raised his hand slowly: "Keep the current formation density and let the Sea Clan continue to open the way."

"Yes!"

  Under normal circumstances, removing reefs or even digging deep seabeds requires special marine machinery and special engineering teams to work for a long time, which is often the amount of work in units of years.

  The world of fantasy is often not very scientific.

The existence of    deep sea giants is actually a tasteless to the alliance. After all, there are fast and harder existences such as magic crabs and turtle tyrants. McDonald really does not despise the slow-moving deep sea giants.

  Come on, deep-sea giants are good at doing physical work.

   They held up the anchor made of [Magic Iron], and slammed the reefs on the seabed fiercely, making the shallow sea area turbid.

  The minerals in Outland have now been replaced by higher-grade ores in terms of strength and toughness. The magic iron ore stored in the warehouse must have some place to go. With a big wave of his hand, McDonald's gave the vassals of these vassal races a low-profile version of the shotgun.

   In fact, the effect is OK.

  The deep-sea giant destroyed the reefs at the bottom of the shallow sea, and immediately a large number of murlocs swayed their short tails, dragged away pieces of large and small rubble, and pulled them to a deeper seabed to discard.

  On the sea surface, it was a passionate artillery bombardment, and the work on the bottom of the sea has never stopped.

   Interestingly, under the extremely violent seabed development, almost the same time the shelling stopped, the seabed operations were basically completed.

Queen Azshara stepped forward and bowed to McDonald: "Report to the leader! The Naga troops have completed the opening of the route. Now here, here, and here, we have successfully opened 20 routes to the beach, With a water depth of 15 meters, a 10,000-ton ship can definitely pass through. However, it will take time to further widen and deepen.”

  McDonald swept away Azshara, who had low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and nodded: "Good job."

   Then, he turned his head and waved to Sunderland and other Air Force bosses: "Prepare to suppress."

"Yes--"

   Blind bombardment may not solve all problems. The Broken Beach is huge and the Broken Isles are bigger. The Burning Legion's backhand can't be just like that. If you don't send enough decoys, you won't be able to hook more lurkers.

   First, thousands of wind soldiers swooped down to the Broken Beach with a whistling sound, cruising repeatedly over the beach area.

   In fact, their real role is to cover the scrubbing operations of the bomber group.

"Woohoo-"

   A lot of 2,000 lbs of Elemental Bombers were thrown down and plowed the beach again.

   Looking at the grand battlefield fireworks, the corner of McDonald's mouth slightly raised: "Demon, are you moved?"

  Unexpectedly, Queen Xi next to me actually took over: "Don't dare to move! Don't dare to move!"

   Alas, the cultural output is too much, and sometimes it is counterproductive.

   McDonald's seemed to feel his superiority diminished.

  The bombardment in the sky does not mean that the alliance troops at sea stop working. Under the sea surface that the Burning Legion could not care about, a large number of earth element stone men who looked like an inverted triangle took heavy but steady steps, passed the seabed, and walked to the shallow water step by step.

  Unknowingly, fifty strips of 30 meters wide and 100 to 300 meters long, from the beach to the stone pier in the deep water, took shape under the spell of earth elemental creatures.

   When the demon commander hiding in the dark saw the stone piers and trestle bridges emerging from the bottom of the water, he was shocked.

   "Destroy those earth elemental creatures!" A Shivara shouted in a sharp voice.

   For a time, I don't know how many green light spots light up on the beach, that is the portal.

   Obviously, the demon had set the teleportation coordinates early in the morning.

   Thousands of Demon Guards, plus a thousand Doom Guards swarmed out.

   (end of this chapter)