Chapter 2002 Limited Invasion

Anyway, every Alliance soldier thinks it's amazing, because on that longitude, the descending Burning Legion spacecraft has to fly on those destined trajectories.

When the discussion fails, the reason can only be attributed to Duke being a powerful god who controls space magic or something.

Duke was a bit bitter, he didn't know how to explain this.

This involves a whole set of laws of physics that, in fact, even Duke himself doesn't understand.

Damn it, the system elf has calculated this for him.

When Duke turned the system's calculation results into trajectories and projected them on the big screens at the alliance's theater headquarters, the crowd started to commotion.

"Wow! This is really..."

"Too accurate."

It is Duke who has added so much black technology to Azeroth. Creating an ambush circle is no easy task. In particular, the ambush circle should not be too large, otherwise according to the communication capabilities of this era, it is very likely to lose sight of one thing.

No one can guarantee that various communications will still be flexible on the battlefield. If the area of ​​any ambush circle exceeds ten kilometers in diameter, it is very easy for something to happen.

In turn, limiting the enemy's landing range is also a super technical job.

This is super class stuff.

In the whole world, only Duke can do it.

No demon in the Burning Legion expected that there would still be hundreds of flying turrets in the stratosphere of Azeroth.

These forts tend not to be large. Dozens of artillery were placed on the circular stone, which was about a hundred meters in diameter. Except for a magic cannon similar to Dalaran's main cannon twenty years ago, the rest are all anti-aircraft artillery.

This makes the turrets look more like a hedgehog.

The new magic artillery created through Ulduar craftsmanship is all controlled by Duke's system.

This is how Duke used to play the "Hundred Hands of Death" strategy.

It is an enhanced version of 'One person is an army'.

The Allied forces on the ground looked at the scene in the sky that seemed to be half-doomed. It was after countless Star Destroyers forcibly broke into the atmosphere and pulled out long lines of fire in the sky like comets falling to the ground.

It looks like a shooting star, but it's actually nothing like that.

While everyone was silently waiting for the 'comet' to fall to the ground, a dazzling purple-blue light lit up in the sky. At first, there were purple light spots, and soon each light spot bloomed like a star.

When the brightness of the light spot reached its maximum, clusters of light clusters flying upward diagonally against the 'meteor shower' appeared.

"So beautiful!" At the command post, Sally Whitemane exclaimed.

Those light clusters that went up against the sky were straight. Unexpectedly, those winding and huge arcing flying battleships became the moths fluttering into the flames. It looked like they actually bumped into those purple light cannons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless dazzling fire lights lit up in the night sky.

The huge meteor suddenly fell apart in the sky and turned into more scattered and bright fragments.

From a distance, it looks like a fireworks display.

But everyone knows what this means.

I still remember the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde six years ago. The Alliance warship's cannonball destroyed the Horde's old-fashioned flying warship. The thick warship parts also turned into petals flying in the heavy rain.

The only difference is that this battle takes place at an even more unimaginably high altitude.

Anyone with some common sense knows that the farther the distance, the greater the error.

Maybe my hands were shaking on the fort, and the error was just a millimeter. When the cannonball finally flew ten kilometers away, the impact point error would be more than a hundred meters.

This kind of unimaginable sniper attack can only be accomplished by the Alliance Commander, who is not a true god but is better than a true god.

In various headquarters, the alliance soldiers were in jubilation.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Lord Marcus!"

In fact, if Duke wanted to, he could even have these 1,128 Legion battleships destroyed in the atmosphere.

He didn't do this.

This is not his war alone, this is the war of all intelligent creatures in Azeroth.

If he could handle this war alone, he wouldn't mind if everyone in the alliance was just a salty fish who only shouted 666.

Unfortunately not, Kil'jaeden will come, Sargeras will come. This time there is no longer an anti-Titan array to suppress their strength.

When the strong men like him who stepped into the divine realm stood up to the strongest men of the legion, it was the moment when mortals took on the heavy responsibility of defense.

Today, with the rapid development of science and technology, five years is already a generation of soldiers.

Many veterans who have had actual combat experience have become non-commissioned officers or even general officers. Those who will actually fight on the front line are new recruits with little actual combat experience.

A real actual battle is completely different from Duke asking the Eredar twins to drag a group of captured demons to simulate a battle.

Recruits always have to grow up in the trials of blood and fire.

How to make recruits grow at a lower cost is a responsibility that every commander must complete if he wants to make a breakthrough.

Duke left about 10 Star Destroyers and more than 40 assault ships at each landing point.

"Boom!"

The assault ship forcibly landed and plowed a long, trench-like ditch in the fields of the western wilderness.

The Star Destroyer is even more anti-biological, without any regard for the lives of the crew inside, it directly 'annihilates' the star. Without slowing down at all, it slammed into the ground. The huge bow of the ship, which was more than two hundred meters long, was completely submerged into the ground, leaving only a strange light ball on the ship that exuded green fluctuations and kept flashing.

Within half a minute, the green ball of light suddenly expanded and turned into a three-story portal, and blue-skinned demon guards holding giant axes began to rush out one after another.

This scene was glimpsed by the magic eyes that had been deployed near the planned ambush circle.

In the western wilderness, Marshal Grian Antosman raised his hand at the Death Mine headquarters under Moon Creek Town.

A minute later, the Union counterattack arrived.

Not only are there routine artillery fires to clear the ground, but there are also hundreds of flying forts in the sky. These turrets have completely different mechanisms from Alliance battleships. They are more like devil's fire-attracting hedgehogs. Not only do they have magic cannons and conventional artillery, but they also have extremely thick armor. The alloy armor with a thickness of more than one meter is wrapped around the granite, adding a bit of hardness.

After the artillery dispersed the array of demon soldiers, densely packed machine creations began to surround them.

In addition to the standard tracked tanks and self-propelled artillery, there are also heavily armored mechanical beasts, such as lion type and spider type. They move flexibly and freely, just like real creatures. From a distance, they look like a forest about to be conquered. A swarm of metal marching ants that devours everything.

This is the perfect combination of Ulduar's mechanical army, alliance tank troops, and long-range artillery.