Chapter 1996 The Prelude to the Ultimate War (Part 1)

"What should I do?" Nozdormu asked Duke.

"The Legion will come. Let Gul'dan do it."

"Are you sure you're not playing with fire?" When Nozdormu asked this question, he was already a bit stern.

Duke chuckled and told Nozdormu an answer in a secret language.

In Nozdormu's illusory projection, his elf face suddenly became wonderful.

"You...have already calculated everything? All Titans above, are you the king of time and space or am I?" Nozdormu was a little angry.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to give it or not?"

"Alas! It's up to you! Anyway, the fate of Azeroth is already in the hands of mortal races like you." Nozdormu didn't care.

Thirty minutes later, all kinds of alarms sounded throughout the alliance's defense system.

Stormwind City, Stormwind Fortress.

Although it still looks like an old-fashioned fortress, in fact it has long been different. The outer surface of the fortress is covered with a new alloy mixed with nether iron ore from Pandaria. The one-meter-thick alloy exterior wall can easily withstand attacks from artillery shells with TNT explosives up to 300 mm.

Moreover, the fortress is just a cover, an entrance.

The real headquarters has long been placed two hundred meters underground in Storm Fortress.

"Abnormal space fluctuations!"

"A report came from the surveillance ship! Seismic waves were detected! That's right! The source depth is less than fifty meters, almost on the surface. The location - located in the middle of the Endless Sea, it is definitely the location of the Broken Islands!"

ten minutes later.

"Report! Real-time images from the Broken Shore are available! The energy storm on the Broken Islands has weakened, and our reconnaissance boat has transmitted optical images. It is confirmed to be the demon of the Burning Legion!"

"Discovered the Dread Guards and Doom Guards, the number is one thousand... two thousand... and still growing."

"The figure of the Burning Legion Abyss Lord was confirmed, number three... presumed to be an intermediate void lord."

"It was discovered that the Dread Lord cannot match the known list. The number is five. It is presumed to be two mid-level and three low-level void lords."

"The concentration of shadow elements on the Broken Shore has increased rapidly... Report, we have lost optical images. The reconnaissance ship Alpha is temporarily confirmed to be safe."

As early as half an hour ago, all leaders and generals of the alliance received the invasion warning from Duke immediately.

They all knew that their commander was a powerful person. They were surprised and quickly entered the state, waiting only for the final confirmation.

In fact, many bosses have already entered combat positions in advance.

The first-line commanders, such as Varian and Kael'thas, even arrived at the flying fortress Naxxramas that had been hovering over the east of the Broken Islands for a long time, as well as Dalaran in the west.

The magic power of the magic net gives them the ability to float in the air for a long time.

If it weren't for the carrying capacity of the magic net, Duke wouldn't even mind turning the ships into flying battleships.

In reality, it is more economical and more cost-effective to use sea warships.

Sitting in the command post of Naxxramas, Duke looked at the fog-shrouded beach and couldn't help but think of the original history - on the Broken Shore, the Alliance and the Horde suffered the most tragic defeat in history.

Mathias Shore, the master thief of MI7 who has never failed, was deceived for the first time. He and his elite intelligence personnel were directly caught and controlled, and sent misleading information to Stormwind City, which directly led to A disastrous defeat for the Alliance and Horde forces.

Varian Wrynn and Vol'jin, two leaders of the Alliance and Horde, died on the same day.

It brought indelible heavy losses to the Alliance and the Horde.

In addition, the death of Lord Buddha Tirion Fordring made countless Alliance people cry.

Since a certain time traveler has the final say here, then naturally there won't be such bad things.

Duke's voice began to be broadcast throughout the Alliance military communications network.

Where there is a magic mirror, countless soldiers gathered in a circle, quietly looking at the commander-in-chief with an ageless appearance.

Duke raised his head, his eyes full of determination. His gaze was so profound, giving people a sense of confidence that he had seen through the past and the future, and that he had five thousand years under his control.

"The Burning Legion is coming! Just as the Alliance has been announcing. What needs to be said has been said a long time ago. What needs to be prepared is ready. The last thing I want to say before the war begins is - from the first year of the Dark Portal To begin with, the people of Azeroth have suffered enough."

"If the Alliance thirty years ago had to shoulder the main force of the Burning Legion, I would have all kinds of worries and fears. Because the Alliance at that time was too immature, and the long-term peace had numbed everyone's nerves. But now We are definitely different!"

"Look around you -"

"What did you see?"

"The most advanced weapons! The most complete preparations! The most extensive and powerful allies!"

"Thirty years! We have faced an unprecedented green tide of orcs, resisted the Lich King's death army, killed the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and destroyed the Ancient God and its servants."

"Believe me and believe in yourselves!"

"This is just another test of survival and death!"

"I firmly believe that the Alliance people and even the whole of Azeroth will overcome this hurdle."

"There is only one reason -"

At this point, Duke suddenly paused.

Then it seemed as if every bit of air in his lungs was squeezed out, turning into a roar and a roar that exploded in the ears of every Alliance soldier like thunder.

"Because - we have experienced hundreds of battles! We are invincible!"

In an instant, the blood in the hearts of millions of soldiers in the alliance was ignited and turned into endless power, penetrating every blood vessel in the body.

It is so surging, so shocking.

The volcanic passion was completely irrepressible.

In the Eastern Kingdom, in Northrend, in Kalimdor, in Pandaria, outside the maelstrom of the Endless Sea, everywhere where there were Alliance soldiers, the same thunderous roar came out.

"We have experienced many battles——"

"We are invincible—"

The raised fist represents the unyielding spirit of many intelligent creatures in Azeroth.

Face evil!

We will never give in!

Listening to the shouts echoed from every corner of the magic network, and feeling the roar that even the hard outer walls of the fortress could not block, everyone in the headquarters was so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Duke waved his hand: "Alliance soldiers! Attack——"

Eight thousand of the latest flying warships and 22,000 maritime ships all sailed towards the Broken Islands.

This astonishing number, this speed of attack, even Gul'dan, who had long expected that the alliance in this world would desperately counterattack, was momentarily stunned when he heard it.

"Are you kidding? Where did the Alliance get so many soldiers?"