Chapter 1471 The Road Ahead Is Open!

Perhaps before the Holy Light was widely used, no alliance leader thought that Naaru could be used to this extent.

They accept the Delaney as a race with the right to vote, more out of justice, faith and morality, which have nothing to do with interests. However, after all weapons were transformed into holy light, I suddenly felt that the whole world was different.

In dealing with demons, no weapon is more effective than the Holy Light.

If you wanted to kill a Hellfire during the Dark Portal World War II, at least the first and second generation Paladins of the Silver Hand would have to take action, or a group of mages would forcibly blast him to death with magic.

Now three gunners who have been trained for at least a week, operating the PAK40 cavalry cannon, can easily kill a Hellfire. This was unimaginable before.

The same goes for Naga.

In countless legends, Naga are evil creatures. They are traitors who have abandoned their compatriots and even abandoned all intelligent life in Azeroth. Their ugly appearance is a curse on the planet.

In fact, this is not the case at all. The Highborne became like this purely because of N'Zoth's evil power. They are essentially neutral creatures. Just because the living environment was too harsh and bad habits were left behind in Azshara's court, he often committed deception and intrigues.

Now, when the Naga clan stands on the side of the Allies, everyone deeply feels the power and usefulness of the Naga clan.

Under the joint control of the unstable Hados and Vashchi who was hiding on the lower floor, this huge wave of water tens of meters above the ground was like clouds in the sky, rolling back layer by layer, and in an instant, it was surrounded by the huge hellfire Suprem A huge circular water wall formed around Si's body.

It seemed like endless water spurted out from the dozens of holes, forming a huge independent space that isolated Supremus from other demons.

Then all the water bodies rushed into the air, and under the control of mysterious power, they gathered on the head of Supremus who was at a loss. When the water body collects more than 10,000 tons, all the water pours down.

The water like a waterfall crashed down hard, forming a force of fire and water with the blue flames of the huge hellfire. The extremely thick water column opened its teeth and claws, like a dragon's mouth, trying to swallow the hellfire in one mouthful.

The ultra-high temperature of the evil flame evaporated the water dragon, and the water dragon was also trying to extinguish those damn flames.

Just when the surroundings were filled with white light, everyone thought that the duel between water and fire would last for a long time. A huge anchor suddenly broke open the bottom of the training ground, drew a strange arc in the water, and then hooked Hellfire's back accurately.

"Hey! Come down!" A huge sea giant exposed half of his body on a large hole, and then he pulled the thick iron chain connected to the anchor with one hand, dragging Supremus down to the lower level.

If it were a pure strength duel, Supremus would not necessarily lose to Mologri*Tidewalker. Obviously, there were other beings who sent Hellfire into the water. Everyone seemed to see a super big fish the size of a small fortress, biting the chain and helping together.

Well, the big fish boss Yuzila, who is a subordinate of Vashj, also helped.

In a land battle, Supremus is really not afraid of Vaschi's men. Now Duke gave an order to turn the land battle into a water battle. How could a mere large hellfire be able to reach the sky?

Several bosses from the Serpent Temple attacked together, and Supremus was suddenly dragged into the watery area at the lower level of the Dark Temple.

Strings of blue water bubbles emerged from the deep water as if they were still boiling. The bubbles popped up one by one and burst one by one. This seemed to indicate the inevitable fate of Supremus.

High temperatures can indeed evaporate water.

But how much can be evaporated?

If one thousand tons is not enough, let’s get ten thousand tons.

Ten thousand tons is not enough for another million tons.

Ultimately this is a matter of conservation of energy.

Now Vashchi uses the water pump of the Coil Fang Reservoir to transfer almost all the water in the Outland. If a mere Supremus can evaporate a continent's water, then there is nothing to say, otherwise it will kneel down.

No one wanted to find out what kind of game Vashj's men were playing with this large hellfire in the deep water.

Anyway, Thrall and Varian saw Duke appear again, and not long after, Vashj also came.

She transformed into a high elf form and bowed in salute: "My lord, Supremus has been killed, but half of the water pump has been broken, and we can no longer pump the water to a higher place. The next role of Storm Naga will be Quite limited.”

Duke didn't care: "It's okay, you and the Storm Naga did a good job. You will have a scribe to record your achievements in clearing the supply lines and cleaning up the Doom Walkers, Naintus and Supremus. Lay down the darkness In the temple, your share of the spoils will definitely not be lost.”

Vashchi's face was filled with joy.

Victory is a good thing. As long as there are trophies, it will definitely give the Nagas a stronger sense of belonging to the alliance and their master Duke.

Naturally, he said something else: "Storm Naga is very satisfied to be able to share a little bit of the master's glory."

"You are not an outsider, no need to be polite." Duke waved his hand: "Who else under your command can attack the high-level Dark Temple next."

Vashqi raised her hand, and the simple long bow engraved with magic lines was immediately in her hand. Her face was fanatical and she only said one word: "Me!"

"very good!"

Vashj's behavior made Thrall feel hot and he couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed, there is no harm without comparison.

It was hard to accept the Gronn clan, but deep down Gruul was dragging them to death.

Not to mention Gronn, even the Forsaken and the Goblins gave Thrall a feeling that they seemed to be together but distant. Unlike the Qiraji and Storm Naga, they act like loyal dogs from the start. They don't even have the right to vote, and they are absolutely consistent with the leader of the alliance politically.

In the past, the tribe was the arbiter of the great chief, and the chief had the final say in everything.

The alliance is more like a rookie alliance, a group of laggards.

Now the reverse is true, the Alliance is like the Horde, and the Horde is like the Alliance.

The kings and leaders of the alliance under Duke performed their respective duties and operated efficiently. Instead, the tribe had various conflicts. If it weren't for the powerful enemies of the Burning Legion and the Scourge, the tribe might have fallen apart first.

Shaking his head to expel those bad thoughts from his brain, Sal looked at the situation ahead: after Supremus was dragged to the lower level and killed, the water receded quickly.

Except for the water stains and holes all over the ground, it is impossible to imagine that a flood just visited this place that felt more like halfway up the mountain.

The road ahead is open!