Titan Dawn

Aggramar began his journey of interrogation with doubt and shake.

But he seemed to have overlooked one point, that is, what he saw was what Sarodal wanted him to see.

The war ban on the Empire of the Night is lifted, and the citizens of the Empire continue to live their usual lives.

On the side of the planet Sarrodal facing away from Azeroth, if Agrammar sees everything there, maybe he directly puts Sarrodal into a category that is the dark Titan Sargeras.

The Death Star is being built nervously day and night. Now it has changed from the original keel skeleton to half a planet, and the other side is still in a skeleton state.

However, the Death Star is ready for use.

The prototype of the Silver and White Fleet, the first members have been sent to the Death Star to begin their training service.

This is the gathering place of the extreme zealots of the empire, and every soldier here is the crazy loyalty of the Emperor of the Night.

"The glory of the empire will envelop Azeroth! The glory of the empire will radiate the entire universe!"

"Allegiance to the Emperor, your life is not yours!"

"Any enemy who dares to disobey the will of the empire will be destroyed with their planet!"

Inside the Death Star, the Arcane Trumpet kept making enthusiastic mobilization speeches.

Here is the dark side of the night empire, and here is the true core hidden inside the calm empire.

A special elf officer known as the Supervisor, wearing a dark black uniform, holding a delicate small pistol in his hand, spreads throughout the silver and white fleet.

Somehow, Her Majesty the Emperor prefers to call them Gestapo.

They acted as gendarmerie and war mobilizers, and they were responsible for the soldiers' constant enthusiasm.

"You don't need art! No nature! No mercy! Forget the elf tradition! Forget who you are! Forget where you came from!"

The Gestapo in black uniform walked quickly among the lined up soldiers.

"You only need war! You just need to destroy! You just need to conquer! You only need to obey His Majesty's order! Even if this order is for you to destroy Azeroth with the Death Star Cannon!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

"Long live!"

Death Star soldiers are wearing black-grey military uniforms, with a sharp and cold eye of truth in front of their caps.

They stretched their right hands forward, grasped their fists, and shouted in unison to answer the prisoner.

Death Star soldiers have no weapons, nor do they need weapons. Their weapon is Death Star itself.

On the surface of the half-dead star that has been built, there is a circular pit with a giant Titan energy cannon installed in the center of the pit.

This is the main gun of the Death Star, a star cannon.

It only needs to be recharged, and then a star can blast a planet into cosmic dust.

As for the secondary weapons, they are all over the surface of the artificial planet, and the number is not counted at all.

The first death star was named "Retribution of Azeroth" by the Emperor.

In the huge hangar inside Death Star, it was empty at this moment, but there were a few elegantly shaped small fighters parked alone.

The fuselage of the fighter is like a streamlined shuttle, and the cockpit is naturally placed directly above the fuselage, like an arc protruding from the waves.

On both sides of the fuselage are a pair of half-moon sickle-shaped wings, reflecting the silvery white light.

Directly in front of the fuselage is a small burst Titan energy cannon.

The entire fighter seems to be a harmless piece of art, with traditional patterns and reliefs from the night elves engraved on the fuselage wings and even the gun barrel.

"Luna Arc" is the name of these experimental fighters.

The group of artists and literary masters of the Empire, although they would not fight, they also contributed a lot to the Imperial War Machine.

The artists carefully carved and designed each war machine of the empire into a beautiful piece of art, and then the masters of literature gave these war machines a good name in the style of night elves. .

They even plan to decorate the surface and interior of the death star after the death star is completely constructed.

"War is art, and weapons are art."

This sentence has spread throughout the Elven Empire.

Under the leadership of the Emperor Yeongye, the style of the entire night elves has completely changed.

Although on the surface, they still love art and nature enthusiastically as they did ten thousand years ago, and they are full of kindness and freedom.

But inside, some core ideas have gradually changed.

The elves used all their original artistic sense on the war machine. Originally, they could spend years on a natural artwork. Now they can also focus on polishing a war machine for several years.

Suramar City, Crystal Boulevard.

The overwhelming banner of Eyes of Truth is full of buildings on both sides of the street.

On the giant mage tower in the center of Suramar, there is a giant flag that is more than 20 meters long.

The eyes of the Eye of Truth became extremely sharp and cold, with a dozen dark golden tentacles sticking out around the eyes, each tentacle clutching a planet tightly.

On the assembly square in front of the central mage tower, the statue of the **** Emperor Sarodal stands in the center of the square. The statue holds Azeroth's revenge in one hand and a planet in the other hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ For the Emperor! "

"Long live Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The crowd shouted extremely enthusiastically, one after the other, with their right arms extended forward and their right hands fists.

The mechanical spider platform is slowly advancing. Hu Feng stands on the platform and calmly looks at the crowds on both sides of the street.

People unite.

The Empire is ready for any war.

By the time the Silver and White Fleet takes shape, the universe will be in charge of empire acquisition and slaughter.

Behind the throne of walking, a team of large mechanical spiders slowly lined up.

These steel structures are all equipped with a rotatable turret, and a large-caliber Titan energy cannon reflects the sun.

Further to the rear, all kinds of mechanical spiders also line up in a neat queue.

The finale is a team of mass-produced colossus of choice, with a huge body of more than thirty meters, supported by four flexible mechanical legs.

Four large-caliber scanning laser-type guns are regularly distributed on both sides of the body, and a retractable energy main gun is installed in the center.

In front of the statue in the square, the mechanical legs of the walking throne arched high and fixed into a towering podium.

Hu Feng leaned on the fence and looked at the sea of ​​people below.

"No one can stop us ..."

"Soon ... the entire universe will be free for us to claim, the enemies will bow down at the feet of the empire, and their land will become our colony."

"The people of the empire will stand high, and the flag of the empire will be synonymous with conquest."

"We will bring war to the entire universe ... In the presence of the empire, it is not submission, it is only perishing!"

Behind Hu Feng, a huge eye for truth flag rang.

"Long live! Her Majesty the Emperor!"

"Long live! Night Empire!"

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