Chapter 1455 The Long-Lost Lok-Tar

Seeing the approaching giant mecha, the 10,000 soldiers crawling on the battlefield were all trembling in fear, and kept praying to the gods they believed in.

The behemoth that broke into sight should not be dealt with by small soldiers like them.

Although the military orders are like mountains, the words reckless and fool are not the same after all.

Just when the huge vibration almost made people vomit out last night's dinner. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The abyss lord watching the battle from a distance changed from a sullen expression to one of horror, and screamed: "No!"

In the sky full of firelight. Including all the demons present, everyone saw that the right arm of the legion's magic mecha suddenly twisted outward twice in an anti-joint posture that should not have occurred during the explosion, and then because of The shoulder exploded, and the entire arm fell off.

There were bright sparks at the fracture, and green evil energy sputtered out like a fountain.

What's even more exaggerated is that the fallen arm was suddenly hit by another cannonball that followed closely. At that time, it was spinning, flying and hitting a mechanical device built by a Morg technician not far away, easily Smash it to pieces.

Everyone opened their mouths.

The Allied positions suddenly burst into overwhelming cheers.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Fuck these big toys!"

"Hahaha!"

Compared to the cheers of the Allied forces, the Morg technicians were in shock.

The magic mecha's armor, which was over 200 millimeters thick, was actually penetrated?

Because it is an alloy filled with evil energy, even the powerful magic of the Xiri-level Archmage may not be able to penetrate its armor. Likewise, even the abyss lord with astonishing brute strength cannot easily break through the alloy armor. Why does it become like paper in front of human artillery?

Foreman Morgo was angry!

"Counterattack! Counterattack with artillery!"

Fel Cannon - This is a must-have facility for every demon-casting camp. Before each demon-casting camp is built, fel cannons will be deployed to provide protection for Gangerg and Morg during construction. There has always been no shortage of fel artillery in the Outland, and this time is no exception.

Many fel cannons that were hidden in the underground gun bays were pushed out of the bunkers under the drive of the craftsmen and fired directly into the sky.

The high-concentration evil energy shells stung the eyes, drawing streaks of green light in the dark sky, rushing toward the Alliance airship hovering in the sky.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" In order to cover the retreat of the main force, brave frigates rushed up from time to time. The battleships and cruisers with their relatively weak magic shields as the main force withstood the shell attacks of large-caliber evil cannons.

The consequences are often tragic.

The spherical white shield turned into elemental particles in less than a second and dispersed in the air. Under direct hits from such artillery, most of the slender hulls even had their keels broken in one breath.

The evil energy that rushed straight through easily swept through the entire ammunition depot, triggering an even stronger explosion.

Exploded wood, twisted gun barrels, and the stumps of humans and dwarves fell from the sky.

This scene was simply too horrible to watch.

Brian covered his eyes.

Duke sighed: "You see it. If it is a new warship with an isolation cabin, it will not be killed so easily."

Brian nodded silently. If he had been willing to listen to Duke and give up the multi-gun-covering style of play as soon as possible, he would not have sacrificed at this moment.

The only good thing is that under the desperate cover of small ships, the main force finally flew away from the strike range of the fel artillery.

Draenor itself is a smaller planet than Azeroth, so its crust has a larger curvature. Even after the planet explodes, the same is true for the remaining continents or regions.

When flying more than four thousand meters away from a target, the warship will appear to submerge below the horizon. Fel artillery that can only hit directly cannot hit at all, but the alliance's new artillery attacks in a parabola.

Although the hit rate of an attack from 10,000 meters away is unbearable, the new cannon hitting the magic mecha is like throwing an egg with a big hammer.

It's okay if you miss it.

Once hit, not to mention whether the egg white and yolk will flow out, even the egg shell will turn into powder.

Even with the army's help and guidance, large artillery cross-horizon attacks are still a matter of character.

Fortunately, where there are hooves, the league's luck has always been good.

After only three rounds of bombardment, the three huge magic mechas were put to rest. The first mecha to be hit was the luckiest, as it only hit one hand and one leg, and fell to the ground twitching like a maniac.

The second mecha was the worst. It was almost dead, but it was shot directly into the chest by the Hood. The armor-piercing projectile weighing more than a ton blasted through the chest armor and directly hit the mecha's evil power furnace, causing a huge explosion that even affected the third mecha that was quite close.

The third mecha's left leg was blown off as a result, and it rolled on the ground in the same ridiculous manner.

Without the magic mecha that the infantry feared the most, it was time to charge.

"Charge—" Yrel raised the war hammer high.

The loud charge horn then sounded throughout the Allied positions.

The position that seemed empty a moment ago was suddenly filled with densely packed heads of people.

Not only that, without warning at all, the water level in the turbid lake that was originally full to the north of Legion Fortress suddenly dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just one minute, the water dragon that once looked like a mighty river faded away without a trace. Only the clear water marks on the red stones told others that there had once been such a surging river here.

Just when Hoof led the infantry with draenei and dwarves as the main force, and had just bypassed the broken magic mecha, and saw that there were still a few minutes to rush to the legion fortress, a formation came from the direction where the water receded. There was a loud sound.

"Woo-wu--" The long-lasting trumpet sound is just like the past thousands of years.

Maraad stopped and looked into the distance, his face changing slightly.

"Orc's horn!" Maraad stamped his hoofs fiercely, but in the end he continued to charge.

There used to be an undying hatred, and each other's blood blended together on the battlefield and stained the entire Terokkar Forest. It's a pity that now their identities are-allied forces!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Either win or die!

The classic roar echoed in Shadowmoon Valley again.

Ever since Shadowmoon Valley became Illidan's territory and testing ground, how long had it been since such a heroic roar echoed?

Countless orcs had tears in their eyes.

"For the tribe!" The one who took the lead in holding the flame war hammer high was none other than Thrall, the chief of the tribe. Beside him, Orgrim followed closely. In addition, there was also the transferred tauren chief Kane.