Chapter 1453 Follow Your Heart

Facing the reconciling national hatred, Du Mooke in Karazhan felt satisfied.

In the final analysis, even if he has been promoted to demigod, his base is still the alliance.

A guy who loses his position in order to please the orcs is destined to be tragic.

Ultimately, Duke was just following his heart.

As for taking care of Kil'jaeden, of course it was because Kil'jaeden was doing big things at the moment and was digging a hole for him. How could he have time to come to the outside world to take care of him?

What's more, he is now clear about his carriage and following his heart - come on, everyone, read after me - 'from' above and 'heart' below - what is this word! ?

That’s right bird!

It’s just a word ‘cowardly’!

The man is so rotten, hiding under the bed, oh, no, hiding in his lair, and won't come out if he can't speak out.

The writing is spineless and read as ‘containment’!

Anyway, as long as Kil'jaeden does not come to the outer realm, no one can prove that Duke Marcus, the commander of our alliance, is afraid of staying in Azeroth?

Hey hey hey!

From the first day of time travel, Du Mooke was afraid of death.

At first, he fought not to become a ghoul, then because he did not want to join the Burning Legion and was betrayed by Sargeras, and later he stabbed Sargeras to death...

Just when Duke was feeling complacent about his impromptu speech, he suddenly found that Vaschi was standing in front of him at some point.

The high elf's slender and slender arms looked particularly elegant when performing the maid ceremony. When lifted up, the fan-shaped white gauze skirt revealed a small section of white calf.

"Huh?" Duke was a little confused.

"Master, your speech just now moved me deeply."

"..."

"I used to just want to go with the flow. It wasn't until I made the wrong choice and endured thousands of years of torture that I figured it out. The future is something you have to strive for and cherish. Dear master, your Selejia feels very happy now. Oh. So whether in public or private, I will contribute my strength without reservation."

After saying that, Vashj knelt down like a cat with its back arched.

She crawled over step by step, with a slightly fanatical charm on her face, while her sexy tongue gently licked her red lips.

Duke panicked.

"Wait a minute! If you have something to say, why are you hitting me [Armor Breaker]? A gentleman talks but never strikes!"

"Dear Master, am I not ready to speak now..." Vashchi pressed forward step by step.

"No - no... no..."

At this moment, Duke's eyes were filled with tears, and he sighed in his heart: The world is declining, and morality has declined. Why do the maids nowadays like to counterattack!

The next day, the demons of Team Fortress faced an unexpected challenge.

The desperate alliance dispatched a food delivery force—a mere 10,000 troops.

The prophetess Kaviline is a member of the Shivalra clan. These evil six-armed priestesses focus on both martial arts and magic. Their healing skills have brought many wounded Burning Legion soldiers back to life, and their shadow spells Many people who have been tortured by it will remember it forever as long as their souls do not die.

These priestesses are very pious, and the meaning of their existence is to spread the will of Sargeras.

At the same time, they act as the commanders of the legions on many occasions.

Hearing about the Alliance's invasion, Cavilin was stunned for half a second, and then her face showed humiliated anger: "These ignorant bugs, after winning under the protection of those damn Titan creations, they dare not take the Legion seriously. ? Did they confuse us with the trash next door who are too weak to even enter the main battle legion? Dispatch the legion's magic mecha! I want to see those bugs tremble under the invincible power of the legion!"

The strong despise the weak, and the weak are jealous of the strong. This is the norm in the Burning Legion.

It is almost natural for powerful demons who belong directly to the Legion to look down on the weaklings who are sent to join Illidan.

When Yrel, Maraad, and Uregal arrived five kilometers in front of Legion Fortress with ten thousand elite and miscellaneous troops, they were all deeply shocked.

Not everyone has seen the magic mecha in Hellfire Peninsula with their own eyes.

Although the magic mecha is technically a technology of the Eredar clan 25,000 years ago, unfortunately, this technology has been lost to the Draenei. Now the only ethereal mecha is still on the spaceship of Storm Fortress helping them guard their home.

Now these magic mechas have actually weakened. They were made by Morg mechanics. Although they are still very powerful, without their arcane attack capabilities, they can only be regarded as machines that use brute force. They have no intelligence and can only follow instructions.

The power and defense of magic mechas are greater than those of Hellfire. They can be said to be an upgraded version of Hellfire. However, the cost of manufacturing them is very high. Even the Burning Legion only manufactured a few units in the entire Outland.

Except for the one that was forcibly killed by Varian's heroes in Hellfire Peninsula, and the Doomwalker who is now guarding the door of the Black Temple, the other three are here.

In the air ten kilometers away from the hoof leading the army, Mark Dooku, sitting in the command room of the Black Pearl, watching the battle with a magic mirror, smiled.

"There are actually only three types of weapons in the world - energy weapons represented by magic, kinetic energy weapons represented by cannonballs and arrows, and projectile missiles... Even in the era of the big universe, there are nothing more than these three. Kind of. Someone suggested that I use powerful magic to bombard these big guys... In fact, as long as it can have an armor-breaking effect, no matter how huge the enemy is, it is just a target."

Brian frowned. He had always had reservations about the new warship that Duke was trying to build. Reduce firepower and increase survivability and flexibility. He is not yet sure of this trend.

Although the dwarves also have a love for big guns, they have to blow them all up into the sky at once, even if the enemies are all over the place.

Bryan has never been able to keep up with Duke's new thinking of pursuing hits and point kills.

"Keep reading." Duke didn't say anything and asked Brian to continue reading.

In the picture, the huge magic mecha was already extremely shocking just by walking over. With a huge body that is more than ten stories high, every step on the ground will cause earthquake-like vibrations.

This was not an opponent that melee weapons could defeat at all. Countless draenei clenched their weapons, only to find that it was in vain. Even if you think about it with your toes, you know that the sharp or blunt objects in your hands are impossible to cause any substantial harm to this huge metal robot.

When the magic mecha approached the 10,000-man team, the alliance's standard flying battleship opened fire.