Chapter 1186 The Tempered Toughness

What made the dwarf gunners even more devastated was that the red dragon beast that seemed to have been killed just now jumped up and charged faster than before, even faster than its companions of other colors.

Just as the dwarf commander was preparing for the second round of test shots, new orders came.

"Prince Brian has an order. The opponent has great damage reduction characteristics. He orders us to adopt formation four and retreat immediately!"

"Retreat!? And it's Formation No. 4?" the irritable dwarf commander was furious.

But an order is an order. If you turn around if you are not convinced, you can even punch Brian in the headquarters. At least at this moment, he must carry out the order.

Duke spent twenty years building the alliance, and had long since transformed the alliance's military discipline into an iron army in the style of the Celestial Empire. Within the scope of a commander, one can freely display his wisdom and commanding skills, but the general principles must be adhered to.

The dwarf commander waved his hand, but no matter how unwilling he was, the tank soldiers below had to surround a large number of heavy steam tanks into a long battle line, then jumped out of the car and got on a faster and lighter steam armored vehicle to run away.

Not only that, there are also dwarf artificial soldiers and some professionals who quickly laid down layers of delaying defense lines, such as sticky grease, flame belts, and frost traps.

Just as the front line was evacuating, the commander finally saw the horror of those dragon beasts through the telescope. With a figure that is often three or four stories tall, one can tell that he is extremely powerful.

The nearly two-story steam tank was easily overturned by them, and the inferior pig iron guardrail that was in the way was split open like butter by the huge double-headed crescent sword.

What's even more frightening is that these strange dragon beasts are almost invulnerable to water and fire.

Blazing flames, extreme coldness, mysterious arcana... At least at a glance, there is nothing that is particularly effective against these guys.

In the headquarters, Brian Bronzebeard looked at the scene from the front line transmitted by the magic mirror, and shouted: "Damn it! Is this Nefarian's gift package? Sure enough, Duke was right to stare at that guy early in the morning!"

Captain Blackaville expressed his concern: "What should we do? The king and the alliance's strong men still have not completed the battle in the Molten Core. We lack the strongest force..."

Brian turned his head, touched his beard, and showed a mysterious smile: "Captain, perform your duties. What you were worried about no longer existed yesterday."

"What!?" The entire Northern Front Command was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of ecstasy.

"Hahaha! I knew they wouldn't let us down!"

"Long live the Alliance!" the dwarves said bluntly and a little noisily. If it weren't for the enemy, they would probably immediately take out the flat metal wine bottles hidden on their bodies and drink a few sips on the spot.

Dwarves can hide secrets, but only real secrets. Although Brian claims to keep secrets, it is actually no longer a secret. These big-mouthed middle-level commanders can easily infect their subordinates with their optimism. them.

"What? Defeated? No! We just retreated strategically. When our king comes back with the Balrog's hammer, we can teach these damn dragon beasts how to behave right away. Oh! What did I leak just now, no, I didn't say anything I said it! Hum!"

With Brian taking the lead, the commanders below all issued instructions with a 'you know' face. The result was that even after defeat and retreat, the Northern Alliance Army with the dwarves as the core still held its head high.

This scene was fed back to Nefarian, leaving Nefarian puzzled.

"Has the Alliance grown into such a terrifying behemoth in just twenty years?"

But it seems reasonable if you think about it.

When the alliance was at its most desperate, the capitals of several kingdoms fell. Even during the undead natural disaster, even Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance, was once destroyed.

However, under Duke's command and leadership, the Alliance rose again and eliminated all evil forces from the continent of Lordaeron in one fell swoop.

Even when the veterans of the alliance were bragging to each other, they said, "A war between two immortal kingdoms cannot be called a war."

After experiencing several destructions and rebirths, the will and resilience of the Alliance's military and civilians have been formed through hundreds of trials and tribulations.

In Stormwind City, Duke received the intelligence from the front line on the terrace of the Duke's Palace and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Am I still too cautious?" Duke suddenly smiled bitterly.

"The alliance is no longer the alliance it was twenty years ago. The alliance now is definitely stronger than you think. I even want to believe that even if our heroic group is wiped out this time, the alliance will still not be completely defeated. There will be more A hero is born, carry the flag we left behind, and carry on the past and open up the future!" Alleria sat on the carved iron railing of the terrace, swaying as if the railing was a swing.

Several times, she was almost parallel to the ground. Even so, with her superb balance ability and unimaginable waist and abdominal strength, she didn't fall down.

Duke nodded at his lover's comfort: "Yes! When Magni and Gavin Rad are ready, they took the two artifacts and raided Nefarian's lair."

Although Magni's Balrog Hammer is usable now, it has not been adjusted yet. After all, it turns out to be a war hammer used by a fire elemental lord. To adjust it so that it can be used by mortals, a large number of [Sulfron Iron Ingots] are needed to modify it. Transformation.

Gavin Rad's Wind Sword was even more troublesome. According to the guidance of the ancient soul attached to [Wind Chaser's Imprisoned Skull], Gavin Rad had almost broken his leg. Because he had to run across half the planet to Silithus on the Kalimdor continent. Fortunately, Theramore now has a fixed portal, otherwise just taking a boat would have been a torment for him.

"Duke, aren't you worried that Nefarian will discover your delay?"

Duke waved his hand: "It's okay! Although the black dragon clan loves to play tricks, after tricking Neltharion and Onyxia, Nefarian will probably give up this idea. And he is very similar to other black dragons. different."

"Um?"

"He is the only 'science geek' among the Black Dragon clan!"

"Science geek?"

When Duke tried to explain to Alleria what a science geek was, Alleria smiled brightly.

After finally finishing laughing, Alleria suddenly turned around, and turned around with one of her long white legs. Her nimble toes touched Duke's legs, like a little person taking steps, pointing towards Duke's legs with one finger after another. The thighs are close together.

"By the way, Duke, it seems like we haven't practiced sword practice for a long time! Are you interested now?"

Duke raised his head slightly and looked at the pair of Hyjal peaks that were considered illegal by both elven and human standards. He looked at the flexible waist and the long legs that took up half of his field of vision. He swallowed. Swallowed.

"Practice! You must practice! Practice to death! Hmph! Alleria, you are asking for your own death! How dare you face the power of Duke's Divine Sword on your own?"

"Hmph! Who's afraid of whom?" Aurelia's face had a seductive blush.