Chapter 1418 Crystal Prism

Vashchi, who knew nothing about modern industry, was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Obviously, if the coalition forces are not stopped, a decent small fortress can be built in one day at most.

However, the surprise was short-lived.

"Master..." Deepwater Lord Karathres asked Vashchi in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

Vashchi smiled seductively: "What's the point of catching these mortals? Can they pose a real threat to the Serpent Temple? Or do you want to see me strangle these humble ants as a demigod?"

"Of course not! Her great Majesty the Queen." Carathres lowered his head deeply.

One of the slender arms was gently raised, forming a graceful arc. Vashchi made her decision: "Once five or more powerful heroes in the heroic field appear, drown them."

"Your will be obeyed."

The Alliance engineers over there are also very nervous.

"Hey, do you think those six-armed long tails will come out in full force?"

"Don't worry, Lord Marcus said he won't come out."

"Oh oh oh!"

What the engineers did was very much like stacking wood. The two-meter-square prefabricated steel plates are connected and inlaid with screws. After being placed in the predetermined position, cement is poured into them like a sandwich biscuit.

A fortress covering an area of ​​approximately one square kilometer rose from the ground almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Throughout the whole day, not a single Naga surfaced to openly peek at the fortress. Maybe there is, but peeking beneath the surface of the water is impossible to detect.

Allied security forces continued to rotate every hour.

But every hour that passes, the tower behind you will rise one level higher.

There are twelve outer arrow towers. Once the reinforced cement concrete slab walls connecting these arrow towers are completed, twelve taller arrow towers will immediately appear in the middle of the gap between the arrow towers.

After the twenty-four arrow towers were completed, the second layer of city wall was immediately built on the inner circle, and six magic towers full of mysterious atmosphere were erected inside.

Layer after layer, as if skewered, the prefabricated pieces are inlaid one by one. With each additional layer, the dazzlingly complex and colorful patterns on the magic tower become brighter.

Until the tenth floor.

Of course, this is not a mage tower in the traditional sense that allows mages to live, live, conduct experiments, and defend against foreign enemies. It is a completely integrated offensive and defensive mage tower. This is a pure magic amplifier that uses high-purity magic crystals and a huge magic circle to upgrade every magic of the Master who presides over the Mage Tower from personal magic to war magic.

Several times, Mologri* Tidewalker wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Calathres.

"No hurry! No hurry! These worthless soldiers now are not even snacks. We have to be patient."

At almost the same moment, in the Teledor Fortress in the east-central part of Zangarmarsh, the strong men of the Alliance and the Horde had already gathered together.

This fortress, which historically belonged to the Draenei, has now become a forward base for the coalition forces because of someone's order to fill the lake.

The fortress, which is located on top of an extremely huge stone mushroom, looks unattainable. The roots of the mushroom, which have been reinforced with dozens of layers of magical protection spells, are even more indestructible. If there are beings below the True God, don't expect to be able to shake them at all.

In the hall where the strong men of the tribe rested, Thrall was calmly cleaning his famous [Destruction Hammer]. He used the tweezers produced by the alliance to carefully clean up the minced meat stuck to the edge of the square hammer head. Although the high temperature of the hammer will turn everything into coke, it is difficult to burn out the biological fat. Over time, there will always be a bit of jelly left behind.

"Are you ready?" Orgrim came in and asked.

"I'm always ready." Thrall replied calmly.

Out of anger, none of them talked about the mission. It was clear that there were always differences between the positions of the Alliance and the Horde, but they chose to believe in Duke without any reservation.

As a leader, he always assumes the worst possible scenario for his enemies and allies. Because a leader never represents one person, but a huge group.

Only in this way, those who trust him and entrust their lives and souls to him will not die in vain because of the leader's wrong belief.

A mature leader should never trust any outsider. After all, only when you trust your allies more than yourself, can you truly trust your allies.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Both Thrall and Orgrim believed in Duke and believed that he had an absolute trump card to deal with Vashj.

Thrall's adjutant came: "Warchief, Alliance Storm King Varian is waiting for you outside."

"I'll be right away."

Thrall strode out with the strong men of the tribe and saw each other in military uniforms. Everyone had determination on their faces. There is absolute confidence in every pair of eyes. This is a look of perseverance that comes after going through all kinds of hardships and being baptized by more than one brutal battle.

Varian placed his hands on the hilts of his two artifact long swords, his eyes as bright as lightning: "It's time!"

Sal nodded: "Let's go!"

Led by Anastrian, the strongest mage in the tribe, the mages from both sides of the alliance tribe cast spells together, opening a portal that could allow four carriages to pass through in parallel. The other end of the portal was built on the ruins of the Twin Towers. Brand new small fortress.

As soon as the Sun King arrived at the fortress, he immediately flashed to the mage tower to the south of the central square of the fortress. It can be seen that with the fortress as the center, a huge flame shield with a diameter of more than two kilometers was rapidly formed. The fortress was so huge that it looked far away. Like a huge fireball.

The great star magician Solan Lian was surrounded by a group of alliance powerhouses, holding his hands in vain. The pair of delicate and soft palms faced a large crystal cone that was three stories high. The purple ling cone exudes surging arcane energy fluctuations that attract everyone's attention.

"Whoa - whoa - whoa -" Round and round, like a sea wave, pushing outwards.

Arriving at the center of the square, Solanlian's every step stirred up the magic circle already engraved on the ground, causing a greater arcane reaction.

When Solanlian let go of her hands and let the ten-meter-long cone slowly fall into the center of the magic circle, a winding lightning suddenly appeared in the purple-black sky above the ruins of the twin towers.

Unmeasurable elements converge here at high speed, making the thin clouds suddenly visible to the naked eye. The clouds were boiling like thick porridge.

When this boiling reached its peak in just a few seconds, a purple-blue light spot suddenly appeared in the sky opposite the top of the spar cone.

Like an entire mountain peak falling into the water, the arcane energy swaying from the light points set off round after round of energy frenzy in the mid-air, spreading outward for several miles.