Chapter 1887 It’s Time to Settle the General Ledger

The white ice conquered a distance of two thousand meters in one breath and shot towards the target.

The two Neltharion clones who were induced to the direct firing position were directly hit by the cannon!

The fangs of white icy energy directly bit through the dragon skin of the Deathwing clone. The dragon's limbs, which were trembling and flexing its claws a moment ago, became stiff and motionless.

The absolute zero-degree cold current penetrated every cell in the Wings clone's body within 0.01 seconds, and what was even more terrifying was the elemental erosion that followed.

If someone could put slices of Wings of the Moment's body tissue under a microscope, they would be able to clearly see that the cells that were originally furious, proliferating, and dividing at a high speed suddenly became as slow as an old woman. All the water in the cells turned into ice edges, piercing the cell wall of each cell like a hedgehog.

The same picture happens in every cell.

The huge dragon body, which was extremely noisy and full of disgusting sensations a second ago, became deathly silent under the cold current.

Silently, the clone of a huge dragon turned into a large ice sculpture that made the dragon feel unhappy.

The cloned ice sculpture lost its support and plummeted to the ground from a height of a thousand meters.

"Click——"

The two wing clones were shattered!

"Oh oh oh oh!" The shocking picture in the magic mirror directly excited the alliance soldiers who witnessed this scene to climax!

They clenched their fists and raised their arms, shouting.

"Confirmed that targets No. 1 and 3 have been completely destroyed!" The voice of the monitor girl spread across the bridge of the Bismarck.

"Phew!" Jaina and Gelbin's tense hearts finally relaxed.

To this day, killing a Deathwing clone is not something to be proud of. What is worth bragging about is the fact that he can kill demigod-level monsters at a Xiri-level level using a combination of magic and technology.

Killing an enemy over a rank has been a rare thing since ancient times.

In particular, normalizing this behavior is even more difficult.

Under Duke's proposal, mortals are trying to make this impossible possible with their own wisdom and creativity.

Duke once said before leaving for the ancient times: "Azeroth has its own planetary will. When the planet is in trouble, the planet will let go of the restrictions it has set, allowing more mortals to have space and opportunities to break through. . It can be foreseen that one day, there will be more Xiri Masters. Although the streets will not be full of Xiri Masters, I estimate that it will not be a problem for the alliance to train a dozen Xiri Masters."

With Archmage Xiri sitting in charge, and with the assistance of giant ships and cannons, he has the combat power to threaten demigods. What a great leap-forward feat this is!

In the midst of this feat and legend, Gelbin, the dwarf craftsman, felt a sense of supreme happiness.

Only Jaina was more sober: "Transmit the battle data immediately. [Bismarck] left the scene as quickly as possible. Neltharion will probably go crazy, and we must save this prototype ship as much as possible."

Weapons that have not been tested in actual combat are mostly garbage. As long as the experiment is generally successful, the subsequent transformation will be a matter of course, provided that the most critical prototype ship is preserved.

Neltharion also seemed to realize that this strange human creation must be destroyed. More clones began to flutter out of the vortex south of Dragonblight.

At this moment, no one noticed that the alliance's routine was still continuing.

What is the most important thing in modern warfare?

Air supremacy!

Neither the Longmian Alliance nor the World Destruction Army realized why the Alliance was so eager to eliminate the Twilight Dragon's combat power in the air.

Although twilight dragons are something that can be mass-produced like instant noodles, the number of twilight dragons that can be dispatched per unit time is limited. This depends on the number of twilight dragons that can act as commanders and Neltharion's willpower. Control upper limit.

Even Longmian Temple itself didn't notice it. Duke threw out a set of calculation formulas before leaving.

If the base number of the adult twilight dragon is set to 1, the combat power of the twilight dragon is equivalent to that of the ancient dragon, and the number of adult dragons it can control is basically 300, then the maximum value that Neltharion can command is 1. It fluctuates between 10,000 and 20,000.

This depends on the distance between his body and the twilight dragons, as well as the complexity of the situation.

This means that Neltharion can only control about 10,000 adult dragons to fight. If there are more, the undisciplined twilight dragons will let themselves go and run wild.

The decisive battles on three large battlefields are going on at the same time. Once the twilight dragons above the frontal battlefield are cleared and a new batch of twilight dragons are needed to replenish them, there will be a vacuum above the battlefield for about five minutes.

At an altitude of four thousand meters, a giant alliance transport ship began to drop [magic nuclear bombs]!

In fact, this thing has nothing to do with nuclear energy. The current alliance is far from being "nuclear" in terms of power supply or science and technology.

This cannot stop Du's yearning for big bangs.

Since Neltharion also knows that he cannot destroy Wyrmrest Temple with the twilight dragons alone, but instead puts his treasure on the earth elements coming out of Deep Rock Continent, then he only needs to blow up all the earth elements.

[Little Fatty No. 2] fell with a crash. Not a single twilight dragon, not even Neltharion himself, who was hiding in the dark, realized how terrifying this magic bomb was.

The last time the Alliance sent out such a big bomb, the ones that exploded were the Forsaken who rebelled against the thieves in the tribe during [Wrath of the Lich King].

In a cold and remote place like Winterspring Valley, there are not many Twilight believers.

When the iconic mushroom cloud rose, Neltharion was confused.

On the snow-covered ground, colorful flames spread on the ground and spread their claws in mid-air.

After a few more seconds, the terrifying shock wave caused by the mixture of elements and explosives hit. Shakes, explosions, eardrum-piercing loud noises, everything became a symbol of the tragic loss of the earth elemental army...

In the open space where earth elemental creatures gathered, [Little Fatty No. 2] exploded right in the midst of the giant cluster of earth elemental elites gathered there.

The core area directly turned into a huge pit with a diameter of 500 meters. The earth element in that place was naturally dead.

With the continuous loud noises, rubble suddenly flew across the army of stone men, and the blown stones fell on the heads and bodies of their companions like hail.

There was no continuous scream, the earth elemental creatures rushed to the beach in silence, and died silently in silence.

This is just the beginning, not the end!

More little fat man-shaped explosive bombs were thrown down, and streaks of fire shot up from the ground, making all the dragons dizzy.

Finally, the genuine Neltharion roared, rising into the air from the huge sea whirlpool, and his voice echoed over and over again throughout the Dragonblight.

"My brothers and sisters! It's time to settle the accounts."