Chapter 1464 Super Feint (Wish Everyone a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

"No, no, no!" Thrall, standing next to Duke, did not hide his worries about Dragon Slayer Gruul at all.

The tribe is now a whole generation behind the alliance in terms of technology. If there are no special strong people like professionals, if the alliance goes to war with the tribe, it will be like modern people beating primitive people.

Being behind in technology cannot be solved by just catching up.

Thrall thought hard, and he sadly discovered that the tribe's backwardness was comprehensive. It can be said that there is a shortage of everything, a lack of talents, a lack of funds, a lack of technology, and a lack of scientists.

But what is really lacking is a leader with a strong forward-looking vision.

As a leader, making decisions is an unavoidable responsibility.

Every day, guys come to Thrall, hoping to gain support from the tribe and invest money, manpower and material resources to research a new technology.

Thrall was very frustrated because he found that most of the people who came were goblins, and almost all of them wanted to defraud money. What about the Northrend rubber planting plan, what about the shaved ice production line in the Barrens, Thrall just kicked people out at first, and then he directly killed them when he saw that they went too far.

Only then did the group of crazy goblins stop.

I originally thought this was due to the unreliable goblin clan that the tribe had set up. Later, under the prying eyes of spies, it was discovered that the Alliance had a similar situation. The High-tech Development Bureau, led by the great craftsman Gelbin, reviews more than 10,000 invention or research applications from different races every week, and less than 1% of them are submitted to Duke for a decision.

Duke often takes only half a day to review and approve these applications, and even has time to read all the shortlisted applications.

Get out of here, those liars who deserve to be killed will be hanged on the spot, and those inventors recognized by Duke will often officially become the leader of new technologies in the alliance after Duke personally explains or makes plan revisions, and after some hard research people.

Not just once and a half, but almost every time.

King Terenas had been the leader of the alliance for fifteen years, but he still didn't feel that in the past nine years under Duke's rule, the alliance's technology had made an explosive leap.

Thrall didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the entire tribe couldn't find a new technology leader like Duke who could avoid detours and go straight to the point. He was simply a monster. He also hopes that the tribe can produce such a genius. If there is one, he is even willing to use the position of chief to do so.

Unfortunately not.

It seemed that he would never be able to lead the tribe beyond the Alliance in this life. What made him even more sad was that Duke was actually promoted to demigod, theoretically becoming immortal.

How can the tribe still have fun?

Well, since it cannot be surpassed in terms of technology, then you have your technological light, and I will follow my mysterious path!

Gronn, a powerful creature at the top of the food chain in their home world, their joining the tribe is definitely another form of transcendence of the alliance.

Looking at the entire alliance, unless the dragon family is also officially included, it is impossible for the alliance to find an intelligent creature more powerful than the Gronn.

Now that Gruul is directly swallowed up by the explosion, how can you tell Thrall not to be worried?

"Huh! Gruul is fine." Duke sighed, with a little malice in his heart, hoping that Gruul and the Doomwalker would die together, but unfortunately they didn't.

In the system prompt, Gruul's injury was only [medium].

Gruul, the guy with explosives in his mouth, is worthy of being the top boss in the game Burning Crusade. People made it clear that this was another 'day of nuclear neutrality', but Gruul was stunned and didn't die.

He only used a pair of big claws to protect his head. He used the armor specially made for him by the tribe and his rock-like skin to withstand this kind of thing, even if it came from the Silver Five Saints. There may be a huge explosion that will make everyone kneel down.

Gruul was in a very embarrassed state, as a piece of thick steel armor melted into a paste-like, black and green molten substance. Fortunately, he has no hair, otherwise he would definitely be roasted by the explosion into a strange color of black and green, just like his rocky skin.

After the smoke and dust settled in the sky, Gruul sat down a little slumped, breathing heavily, and then looked at the Doomsday Walker with only a broken lower body, or to be precise, only two legs left, and he said He burst into heroic laughter: "Hahahahaha——"

The powerful laughter even caused the outer wall of the surrounding dark temple building, which was also damaged by the explosion, to collapse.

Duke waved his hand: "Cover Gruul!"

The flying fleet in mid-air was immediately split into two. Along with the violent vibration of the ship's hull, the shocking continuous sound of cannons rang out again.

After a few breaths, almost the entire west-facing facade of the U-shaped Dark Temple complex was under intense fire.

"Attack!" Thrall and Varian issued attack orders at the same time, regardless of order.

The Horde attacks Atama Platform from the north, and the Alliance attacks the Ruins of Karabor from the south. These two giant building complexes are the two fortresses guarding the Dark Temple. If you want to attack the Dark Temple, these two important places must be captured.

These two building complexes were originally abandoned. In order to deal with the coalition's attack, the Illidari Council recruited a large number of demons to guard them.

The seemingly huge water quickly moved away, revealing the wet ground. First, the diesel tanks took the lead in attacking, firing continuously at these two places as they advanced.

Then there were engineering vehicles driving huge sloped steel bridges. Under the cover of a musketeer skirmish line composed of humans and dwarves, they quickly approached the platform and the edge of the ruins. The engineering vehicle rotated its robotic arm and built fifteen huge slopes with a width of more than five meters in the north and south in less than five minutes. The rough slope allows anyone to rush onto the ruins and platforms along this slope, which is at an angle of 30 degrees to the ground.

"Come on!"

"In the name of the Holy Light!"

"For the Alliance!"

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Different races, different languages, and all kinds of shouts of killing formed a wave of shaking sounds, sweeping toward the Dark Temple like a tide. Even the aftermath of the sound waves reflected off the black-green wall still shocked the eardrums of everyone kilometers away.

A crowd of tens of thousands of soldiers swept across most of the land directly in front of the Dark Temple. The vast scene of tens of thousands of soldiers attacking under the cover of tanks can no longer be described in any language of this era.

They launched the charge with high morale. Even if their enemy was a larger and more terrifying demon army, they were confident of destroying all resistance in their path.

Seeing the coalition forces attacking, Duke smiled and said in the magic message: "My little maid, it's your turn."

"Understood!" Vashchi smiled charmingly.