Chapter 917: Tentative Attack (Lead Givemepower)

Hearing that the coming super demon was Archimonde, one of the three commanders of the Burning Legion, after witnessing the terrifying power that seemed to destroy the world, many weaklings were so frightened that their legs trembled and they even urinated.

Even the most courageous warriors just crossed the sea and came to this strange land with the idea of ​​​​fighting to the death.

There is only Duke, and there is only one Duke in the world.

Have the ability and courage to say such a thing!

"A mere Archimonde can't do anything to me."

Suddenly, Sylvanas smiled.

The smile blooms brightly, like a spring breeze.

Without it!

Suddenly, I felt that the only man in front of me, who regarded the world's heroes as nothing and billions of demons as ants, was the great hero in my heart who was worthy of being entrusted to him for thousands of years and forever.

Queen Xi had the urge to hug Duke from behind.

She gave up.

If so, what is the difference between her and those weak women who can only watch their men go to the battlefield, but can only long for a child before the battle, and are afraid that this will be a posthumous child?

She is Sylvanas!

The Queen of the Sin'dorei Kingdom!

Valkyrie on the battlefield!

If there is still a glimmer of hope in this world, then this glimmer of hope must have been created by her and Duke together.

So in just two or three minutes, she was already standing next to Duke in uniform.

Duke seemed hesitant to speak.

Sylvanas glared, made a seemingly ferocious expression, spat at Du, gritted her teeth and said: "Well, I made a mistake in my estimation. I will talk to Liadrin later. Under treatment.”

Duke rubbed his eyebrows.

Most alliances have a policy of taking holidays before a war, but his timing seems to be a bit bad on the eve of the war.

well--

Duke's gaze turned to the distance, to the east of Azshara's beachhead.

As the last unmanned boat anchored offshore for detection capsized and sank, Turalyon finally gave the order: "Prepare -"

At first, there were just two or three inconspicuous bubbles. Soon, the sea seemed to be boiling water, with bubbles everywhere, and finally they became one, making continuous gurgling sounds.

The first ugly head reared its head.

In the command post, Turalyon used a telescope to clearly see this monster.

"Flocculant?"

A fish-man indeed. Turalyon was no stranger to murlocs, and to this day, the alliance has more than 30,000 murloc troops. They are affiliated with the Murloc Prophet Morgor and report directly to King Varian of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

In fact, everyone knows that for some reason, the mixed fish and naga army has always been loyal to Duke alone.

It does not matter.

The fish-man in the field of view is even bigger. It doesn't look like a fish-man at all, more like an adult hippopotamus.

This was not one, but thousands of fish-men that surfaced later, all looking like this.

The sharper and more ferocious teeth, as well as the ominous scarlet eyes, all told Turalyon that there was something wrong with the vanguard of the Burning Legion.

Soon, the Alliance soldiers saw a male Naga that was one size larger. These deep-sea monsters with the same scarlet eyes drove the fishmen away and began to move towards the shore.

In just a few minutes, they had slowly come ashore from the shoal, and they were about to reach the forefront beach bunker in less than fifty meters.

"Rockets!" Turalyon's order was quickly transmitted to the positions below through the most primitive loudspeaker tube.

The opponent is the Burning Legion, and no one knows whether the magic transmission will fail.

The communication method that was extremely useful in the last battle at the Dark Portal can only be used as an auxiliary here. The most primitive communication is safer.

A narrow fire dragon ignited behind the bunkers, and the high elf rangers had already raised their long bows, which were supported by burning long arrows.

As the red command flag on the towering arrow tower was waved down, this silent command made the bowstrings tremble in unison.

The next moment, most of the soldiers on the beach saw a fiery red line flying into the sky.

The number of this batch of arrows is so rare that it cannot be called a "rain of arrows".

Naturally, the rocket caused almost no direct damage, but the expression on Turayan's face, who was watching the battle from a distance, showed almost no fluctuation.

What he was waiting for was the subsequent effects, which he would see immediately.

The rocket burst into flames as soon as it touched the sea water.

Of course, the seawater will not burn. What is ignited is the oil that was dumped into the sea early in the morning.

For this battle, the Alliance spent a lot of money to buy more than a dozen cargoes of crude oil from the goblins who wanted money even if the world ended.

Oil will float on the sea. If someone from Du crosses over before this, it will undoubtedly be an ecological disaster.

Now once the oil is ignited, it will immediately form billowing smoke, and because of the unique geographical environment of Azshara, there are strong winds blowing from west to east to the sea.

All of a sudden, all the fishmen and naga who dared to come out of the water were attacked.

Either his whole body was wrapped in flames, or he was choked by thick smoke and couldn't even open his eyes.

It is extremely rare for marine life to be burned by fire.

If these fish-men were still ordinary fish-men, they would be so frightened that they would run all over the beach and make bursts of miserable and annoying screams.

But they seemed unable to feel the flames burning their flesh and scales. Instead, they acted like lunatics, like running fireballs, launching a desperate charge towards the beachhead bunker.

Fortunately, they did not have such tenacious vitality. Most of them rushed out about 20 meters and fell on the beach with strange screams, becoming corpses that kept twitching in the flames.

It was just this scene that made Turalyon, who was monitoring the battlefield from a distance, couldn't help but frown.

Murlocs are, in the final analysis, just cannon fodder.

This made him almost launch the next batch of traps, which would be stronger. Wouldn't it be to let the Burning Legion play tricks?

Soon, the first wave of tentative attacks ended.

After thousands of corpses were dumped on the beach, no new murlocs washed up on the shore.

The sea is still burning, and with the tide, the rolling waves of fire beat on the rocks or sand of the beach.

Turalyon noticed that the sea was still boiling.

That has nothing to do with ignited oil, it's a large number of fishmen hiding under the water surface blowing bubbles.

Immediately, the huge figure rising from the sea made every alliance soldier's heart skip a beat.

They generally have a height of more than six meters, with a somewhat burly body that develops laterally. Their green skin shines in the firelight, and the huge iron anchors in their hands that are more than three meters long are even more shocking.