Chapter 1377 Mark Dooku Returns to the World

Chapter 1377 Mark Dooku returns to the world

"咻咻咻——"

Accompanied by the harsh sound of breaking wind, black artillery shells flew in the sky not far from the neat coalition military columns. They were like a flock of migrating birds, covering the sky and the sun, but they were flying lower and lower.

They were so densely shooting at the elements according to the predetermined schedule that they were like black quilts, covering the demon army.

The floating fortress Naxxramas, coupled with the several kilometers of Fort Watch artillery positions, thousands of cannons were fired at the same time, and the barrage formed turned the entire sky into a black tide, slamming into the demons. composed of turbulent flows.

The explosion of the shell seemed to be very slow.

Even from two or three kilometers away, you can clearly see that the huge demon was blown to pieces, and then the severed limbs and remains exploded into the sky.

Slowness is just an optical illusion.

With the red earth as the background, waves of artillery shells screamed through the void. Some stray bullets even passed over the coalition array and exploded into the open space in front of the array, sending up dirt and gravel into the sky.

This isn't the first time I've seen the alliance's artillery array.

Every time I see it, I still feel overwhelmed and overwhelmed.

Thrall was suddenly glad that the Horde warriors did not have to brave such terrible artillery fire to attack the Alliance's position.

Long-range artillery clears the ground.

Sniper arrow burst.

Magic saturation attack.

Throw a volley of lances and pierce.

Without passing through these four lines of death defense, there is no way to touch the alliance's position.

However, now the unlucky ones are replaced by the demons of the Burning Legion. There were a few elite demons without eyes who tried to rush over carrying the cannonballs, but their fate was no better than the ordinary ones before.

The Alliance has artillery with larger calibers. Anyone who is not immune to fire damage or has a wide-area [Protective Cannonball] magic shield will die if they encounter them.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, those guys were blown to pieces by [Small Steel Cannon]-level mortars.

Thrall was once a little worried whether such a fierce bombardment would destroy the Dark Portal together.

However, he saw a scene that surprised him: under the fierce bombardment, the Dark Door was indeed flickering with fire, as if it would collapse at any time, but this did not happen.

An unexplainable magical force drove away the cannonballs flying in any direction.

In the center of the horizon, it stands.

In perception, it does not exist.

The Dark Portal itself is a special existence that seems to be located in the center of the cursed land, but is actually located in a different spatial dimension.

The violent bombardment continued, the demons collided with the shells, and the remains of body parts and flesh were like a heavy rain, and it kept falling.

Later, even the tribal army became a little numb.

The orc warriors yawned, and the tauren warriors scratched their buttocks, as if what the alliance artillery blasted was not just any powerful demon that could slaughter an entire village, but a group of moving targets.

The artillery fire lasted for about ten minutes, and then Jaina's voice came from the magic transmission.

"There aren't many demons left."

The artillery fire then ceased within a minute.

Thousands of cannons fired continuously, the scene was quite shocking, but unfortunately the cost was astronomical.

If it weren't for the fact that Du recently used gold as collateral to grandly launch a new currency aliased as 'Azeroth's Soft Girl Coin', which was very popular and unanimously recognized by the Alliance and Tribes. To some extent, it was filled by the issuance of additional currency. With the empty treasuries of various countries, the quartermasters and interior officers of the alliance may have to jump into the river.

"Woooooooo-" The orc trumpeter blew a huge horn, and the desolate and heroic sound of the horn echoed in the cursed land.

That's the call of attack.

"Attack!" Thrall raised the [Destruction Hammer] high, clamped the white-haired war wolf under his crotch with his legs, and led the crowd to charge forward.

It has to be said that on a battlefield filled with huge craters with a depth of more than one meter, the wolf mount is easier to use than the alliance war horse. The Steam Tank will lay down in a large pit, and the War Wolf can pass through it with a single jump. As a native species of Draenor, there is no problem of acclimatization. As long as there is enough meat, the War Wolf is one of the most ideal mounts in the outside world.

Fortunately, this time the Alliance doesn't have to be jealous of the Horde.

After seeing the Horde army quickly swamping the scattered demons in front of the Dark Portal, and then entering the Dark Portal in an orderly manner, Varian pinched the slightly hard insect belly, and the black-and-red-ringed insect under his crotch that looked like a small car suddenly stepped forward. It opened four long sickle-like legs and began to run forward.

As soon as I passed through the dark door, I suddenly felt a trance, which was a bit like the weightless feeling of falling from a high altitude. But it only took a moment, and soon he and the insect turned into a stream of light, spanning the void measured in light years.

When he came back to his senses, he was already charging towards the space outside the Dark Door on a long and wide illusory passage, carried by the bug.

Outside the door, there was a dark sky with a fiery red background.

In front of the Alliance soldiers, reflected in their field of vision, two armies were engaged in a life-and-death fight on the same red land in front of them.

All the sounds of fighting seemed to be isolated outside an invisible air curtain. When Varian led the forward knights of the Griffin Legion to rush out of the Dark Portal, the shocking sound was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, hitting him hard. , violently hitting the eardrums of everyone present.

When he saw it, Varian saw the huge Abyss Lord, the stone giant [Hellfire] covered in green flames, as well as large and small demon guards and doomsday guards.

The only good thing is that the number of these demons is not despairing.

Sensing the Alliance's arrival, Thrall consciously moved the battle line north of the Dark Portal.

"Alliance - attack!" Varian took the lead and attacked towards the south.

The Alliance army poured out from the Dark Portal like a tide, first the cavalry riding insects, then the army of Qiraji flying insects led by Shatura, followed by the mage regiment, and finally the clumsy and heavy artillery regiment.

In the alliance army, no one noticed an ordinary mage.

"Ah!" A male human mage who looked to be under twenty years old almost fell off his horse. An alliance knight next to him had a quick eye and pulled him up.

The two quickly left the main road and dismounted their horses to rest for a while, where a group of people who had just finished teleporting but were feeling unwell gathered there.

"Be careful, mage. If you fall off your horse while charging, you will probably die!"

"Thank you!" The little mage straightened his mage's crown and saw the badge on the opponent's armor: "A Stromgarde?"

"Yes! My ancestors have been highland knights of Stromgarde for generations. My name is Thomas, what's yours?"

The little mage also showed the emblem on his mage robe: "Theramore Mage Mark Dooku sends his regards."

Ahhhh! I originally thought that the long-awaited fifth watch would come... I hid my face and burst into tears.