Chapter 1461 Akama

A huge waterspout with a cross-section larger than a football field rose from the water at the farthest end of the east, mixed with a huge roar that resounded in the sky, and moved violently to the east.

In just a few minutes, it crossed a distance of five thousand meters, passed through the huge passage between the Atama Platform in the north and the ruins of Karabo in the south, and slammed into the huge mecha Doom Walker guarding the gate of the Dark Temple. .

The evil eredar warlocks set up a magic circle in an attempt to block this terrifying waterspout, and they indeed successfully resisted this direct attack.

Unfortunately, from the beginning, the Allied attack was not aimed at direct destruction.

Destroying a legion's fortress with simple physical attacks is too natural.

Elements are also energy. Before the protective energy is exhausted, there won't be many opportunities for direct attacks. If you simply want to use magic or artillery to destroy the Dark Temple, it will take forever. Maybe the entire Draenor will collapse before you have a chance to do it.

But no matter how formidable the eredar warlocks are, they can't make millions of tons of water disappear suddenly.

There was a flash of scarlet brilliance, and the magic shield covering the entire temple lasted for less than two seconds under the huge water column before it shattered. The rest relied more on the magic protection spells of the temple itself.

Duke didn't count on that at all. All he wanted was to flood the main entrance of the Dark Temple with water and trap Doom Walker, the super mechanical giant.

"Swamp!" Outside the Dark Temple, Demon King Wicklor cast a wide range of magic, turning the entire main entrance of the Dark Temple into a huge pile of paste.

The eredar warlocks have nothing to do with the alliance's unreasonable and low-cost war magic.

What they are better at is energy versus energy, magic versus magic. They are not good at changing the terrain to gain an advantage for themselves.

In order to prevent the Doom Walker from falling into the quagmire, the best way to deal with it is to quickly solidify the ground, allowing the Doom Walker to regain freedom and even the advantage of mobility.

Unfortunately, these eredar wizards are not good at natural earth magic, nor can they use wide-area frost magic to solidify the quagmire-like ground.

They just watched helplessly as most of Doom Walker's body was submerged by the turbulent muddy water.

At the bottom of the water to the west of the Doom Walker, thirty-six high-level Naga priestesses surrounded Vashchi. Their gills vibrated slightly, and strange spells sounded underwater, lingering in an ancient magic circle full of mysterious atmosphere.

Vashj, in the form of Naga, opened his eyes and held six staffs in his six hands. The head of each staff burst out with bright light.

Even in this rather turbid water bottom, the magical light of the six-pointed star formed by the six staff heads still shines in all directions.

"No - stop that traitor!" an eredar warlock leader screamed.

"No, the magic circle... seems to have been destroyed!" a warlock replied.

"What!?"

Any war-level magic array has an extremely large area, which is the price that must be paid to increase the power of magic.

Most mature magic circles have been modified for countless generations to become as concise as possible, so every magic rune on the magic circle has its irreplaceable role.

Heavily guarding the war magic circle has been an unchanging habit developed by the Burning Legion over the past 25,000 years.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to sneak in, unless it is...an invisible enemy.

"Hey hey hey!" A burst of cruel laughter with pleasure and hatred attracted the attention of the demons.

A burly, blue-skinned man appeared at the outermost end of the magic circle. He has an appearance similar to that of an Eredar, such as the long tentacle-like beards on his lower bar. Unlike the eredar's appearance, which was evil but still had straight features, his face was broken.

The concave and convex face seemed to be corrupted by sulfuric acid, the more protruding upper and lower jaws had monster-like teeth, and a pair of eyes emitted a strange blue light.

Suddenly, the eredar warlock leader recognized him, and shouted his name in shock and anger: "The despicable Akama the Broken!"

If the eredar hate the draenei because they see the draenei as traitors, then their hatred of the Broken is based on this. Because the Broken One is a Delaney who has disfigured his face and lost part of his sanity.

In the eyes of the Eredar, this is the inferior product of a traitor.

This kind of existence that has tarnished the noble bloodline of Eredar should be completely eliminated from the world.

Akama was originally the Draenei Archbishop. When fighting against the evil orcs nearly thirty years ago, he was corrupted by the poisonous mist in the Shattrath explosion and became the Broken One. He lost the blessing of the Holy Light and was later influenced by Nobundo to learn shamanism.

The Ashtongue Deathsworn led by Akama have been fighting against the Fel Orcs led by Magtheridon in Outland for a long time. It's just that in this life, because Illidan gained the trust of Kil'jaeden and directly brought Magtheridon under his command, Illidan no longer pulled Akama and took him and his Broken Men under his wing. Do your little brother's thing.

The only difference is that Illidan captured Akama once and continued to extract part of his soul to make Akama's Shadow. Akama later escaped using the Broken's racial talent of becoming invisible.

An army of 500,000 people attacked the Dark Temple. Such a major event could not be hidden from anyone. When Akama reached out to the Allies to help, Duke agreed.

Obviously, Akama did a good job. He used a small magic dagger given by Duke to temporarily paralyze the protective circle of the Dark Temple.

Outside the temple, Duke narrowed his eyes: "Akama succeeded! Selejia, it's up to you!"

Vashchi smiled: "Don't worry!"

The six staffs on the six arms shot out surging magic power in front of the magic circle. Without giving the Eredar warlocks any time to react, countless seaweed-like plants began to grow wildly under the water at the feet of the Doom Walker. come out.

One meter, ten meters, one hundred meters.

This strange seaweed not only has extremely powerful entanglement, but also has thorns on it. As long as there is such a small gap in Doom Walker's body, the thorns will grow wildly inside.

At the same time, bursts of yellow fluorescence emitted from the demonized seaweed gave the Alliance's artillery fleet a clear indicator!

"Fire attack force!" On the new flagship, the Queen Ellie, Brian waved his arm gently.

Immediately, the old-style warships headed by Black Pearl began to approach the Dark Temple at high speed, and bombarded the main body of the temple with the most violent volleys of artillery.

The purpose of the onslaught was not to destroy, but to contain the Black Temple's possible recovery of magical defenses.

When Brian saw that the last magic shield was blown, he finally gave the order: "The Royal Chamber Regiment obeys the order! The target is the Doom Walker."