Chapter 1398 Please Call Me Bacchus

Duke never felt that Vashj was very strong. Even in the game before time travel, Duke's group was stuck for about three days before completing its first kill.

In the reality of this life, Vashchi has become a big problem.

Naga's strength will drop significantly if it moves more than five kilometers away from any large body of water. Not only because of the aquatic life, but also because there is too little moisture in the air, which will directly affect the magical strength of the female Naga.

In terms of water combat, Vashchi, who is probably already a demigod, has almost no solution. As long as you stay in the water deep enough, in theory, only the Deep Sea Giant can fight against Naga. There is indeed a boss among the Deep Sea Giant called Mologri*Tidewalker. The guy in question is also in the Serpent Temple. He belongs to Vashj. Little brother!

The only ones above Vashj are Queen Azshara and the Ancient God N'Zoth.

Well, these guys all wear the same pair of pants.

Uh, Naga’s lower body is in the shape of a snake and she doesn’t wear pants, sorry!

If Duke can come to the Serpent Temple in his true form, Duke is at least 90% sure that he can kill Vashj alone. But if he dared to come, Kil'jaeden would dare to play Advent and jam him to death.

Duke doesn't have the guts to confront Mr. Dan who is 100% strong in a place where there is no anti-Titan or anti-Burning Legion array, and even explodes because of full anger.

That's seeking death.

Perhaps historically, it was precisely for this reason that not many big bosses from the alliance appeared in the battle in the outer realm.

However, the geographical location of Zangarmarsh is too important. A Vashj is like the sword of Damocles hanging around the neck of the coalition, and can be chopped down at any time.

Duke's head is getting big.

"No matter what, the worst case scenario is that I'll be forced to pretend, and Fandral will take the blame."

The entire month of November was basically spent in the rest of the coalition forces and strategic shifts.

On November 5, in the easternmost part of Zangarmarsh, Fandral personally stepped down to direct the arrangements and establish Cenarion Camp.

On the same day, Jaina was sitting in the Cursed Land and Anastrian was in the Hellfire Peninsula. The two Suns worked together to open the Dark Portal to the maximum, and finally transported the Alliance's most advanced road-opening machine.

The so-called road opener is actually something similar to a road roller.

But more violent and bigger.

Even if it has been dismantled and shipped here, it will still bring a heavy burden to the portal.

Because the roller in front of the roller alone is five stories high and as wide as sixteen carriages.

Think about it, a five-story house is coming towards you. How does it feel like the earth is shattering?

The dwarves' current steel-forging technology is not up to par, and they can't make a roller as big as that. Black technology and other things are never achieved in one leap. It cannot be formed in one piece. Chaozi can rivet the curved steel plates together and then weld them like a shipbuilder!

As a result, a behemoth was born.

Coupled with the alliance's most cutting-edge 'fuck you in the face' diesel engine, this road-opening machine is absolutely stunning to drive.

Is not it?

Being blown away by the black smoke emitted from the chimney, anyone would feel like they had rolled dozens of times in a coal yard before coming out. Only dwarfs dare to use such a gadget that is environmentally friendly and inefficient.

Anyway, since the day this thing was born, Duke has issued a fatal order prohibiting it from entering any other major city in the alliance except Ironforge.

Are you kidding? If you get sprayed by this thing, all humans and animals will definitely die, and there will be no need to plant the fields.

But Duke can't help it. Diesel is still the latest product and is extremely inferior.

The diesel engine is similar, only one gear higher than the steam engine.

Okay, the coalition forces over there can't go west. The entire north and south of Hellfire Peninsula is a void that the air force can't even fly over. A hundred thousand troops with nothing to do killed all the monsters in the southwest of Glory Castle in one week and turned them into endangered protected animals. , which Steelfang Skitter can only be found in the Specimen Room.

From Honor Keep, go southwest, across the Shift Plains, to the Thorn Path.

The opener was only used for three days.

The huge thorn bushes that were criss-crossing, as strong as steel, and numbing the scalp, made continuous explosions under the crushing force of the road-opening machine.

Aren't you tough?

Aren't you afraid of fire?

come! Face to face, who is afraid of whom?

After the unreasonable road rollers passed over, the diesel bulldozers came up, and the dwarf engineering team followed up to lay roads and bridges. Anyway, after three days of rumbling work, a wide road comparable to the Avenue of Glory was finally opened.

In the Thorn Rocks, Duke, Thomas, Yrel, and a dozen Draenei stood by the road.

Seeing the huge road machine completely bulldozing the thorn forest that was once the draenei's Jedi land, Yrel and others were stunned.

"Is this...is this the strength of the alliance?" Yrel's tail kept spinning, and the girl's curiosity appeared on her face.

"Haha! The technological level of the Draenei is actually very high. It's just that you lack energy." To be honest, Duke has long been eyeing their black technology.

If the energy supply problem can be solved, the Draenei's star battleships will be high-end and classy! Compared with the draenei, Azeroth's so-called cutting-edge diesel flying battleships are simply out of reach.

Although Duke will protect the Draenei, their technology must also be obtained.

But there is no rush now. As soon as he enters the house, he is asked to sell his body, land, and ancestral graves. Duke cannot do such a thing.

What's more, before it is confirmed that the alliance has the strength to fight against the Burning Legion, that old bastard Velen will not give any useful information.

At this time, Duke and his party saw the mission release officer of Fort Glory, and a dead dwarf with a particularly strong aura - Brian Bronzebeard, the first man in the alliance's mechanized force.

He is not a king, but in many cases, his authority is greater than that of the king, because most of the alliance's new weapons were made by his hands.

How could Thomas not be nervous when he saw such a big man approaching.

"Is he..." Yrel asked in a low voice, while hiding half of his body behind Duke, tugging on Duke's robe.

"Oh, the dwarf prince Brian Bronzebeard is a big shot. But it's okay, he's easy to get along with." Duke replied in a low voice.

"Hey, you are the Mark Dooku who led the team to contact Shattrath City with outstanding achievements? I heard that you were also the one who surveyed and made the terrain assessment." Brian came over and directly handed over a flat iron bottle.

No need to ask, it must be Brian's collection of spirits.

Dwarves don't have so many roundabout ways. They give you wine because they think highly of you and want to make friends with you.

Friendship is deep and boring.

Duke drank it all without saying a word.

Not red in the face, not out of breath.

"Hey! Mage boy, you have such a good drinking capacity!" Brian raised his thumb: "This is my special brew. At 80 degrees, an ordinary human would be drunk after two sips. The mage in Dalaran is grinding to death, saying It will affect the brain. If you refuse to drink it, it’s no fun at all.”

Duke smiled. He was not his true self. All food would be stirred directly when it reached the artificial stomach, with no impact on the body. It turns out that manipulating an artificial man could also impersonate the God of Dionysus. Duke smiled slightly: "Born."