Chapter 958 - Help

Velen was still in a daze, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Don't the Draenei need the Alliance?

Of course!

The intermittent encirclement and suppression by orcs and demons have already pushed the Draenei to the brink of collapse.

The number of Draenei left now is less than one percent of the original number.

It seems that the price of recovering Shattrath City is the loss of almost all the young and strong. Look, once you walk out of this hemispherical hall, you can see dying tribesmen everywhere in the residential area.

They groaned weakly, quietly waiting for death to come in the dirty, smelly mud.

Holy Light is not omnipotent. It can heal wounds and soothe the soul, but it cannot cure malnutrition, cannot help people grow lost limbs, and cannot kill parasites that have penetrated the body.

Although Velen had no doubt that if those evil and filthy orcs invaded residential areas, their dying compatriots would teach the invaders what willpower and desperate counterattack were, this could not prevent the best interpretation of the cruel reality of "dying struggle".

Twenty-five thousand years of escape did not break Velen's extremely strong heart. If he fell, no one would know the details of the Burning Legion like he did.

He cannot fall, even if all his people are killed, even if he is the only one left.

It was at this time that he learned about the Alliance and knew that there was a world in this world that the Burning Legion had no chance of conquering.

Even the astrologers who had taken refuge in Shattrath City showed him a short video of the Burning Legion's invasion, including the remains of Archimonde hanging on the stump of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal.

In order to boost morale, the Alliance played this video on a loop in all major cities of the Alliance for three months.

Of course Velen recognized that this was his old friend Archimonde, who had been at odds with him.

From that day on, Velen was mentally prepared to cling to the upper hand.

As he said before, happiness came too suddenly and he couldn't believe it.

After a brief silence, there was a torrent of joy.

Velen bowed deeply: "On behalf of 300,000 Draenei, I thank the Alliance for its generosity and acceptance. This is an honor for the Draenei."

Three hundred thousand or something is definitely an approximate number. The Draenei were killed and dispersed a long time ago, and the orcs chased them all over Draenor like ducks, and scattered them everywhere.

Duke sincerely doubted whether there were still 100,000 sane Draenei. Of course, Duke did not doubt that Velen, the charlatan, had a special way of connecting with the mind to know the number of his own people. For example, the Twin Emperors, damn, that kind of accurate number to the last digit, almost scared Duke when it was first reported.

Of course, Duke would not deny this number. For a human population of tens of millions, even if all these Draenei went to Azeroth, they would not even cause a wave.

"That's easy. All nations are equal in the Alliance, and the Draenei are no exception. Let the people below discuss the specific details. While the magic network is well connected, you can raise any requests you have and the Alliance will do its best to meet them."

"Food!" Velen blurted out. As if afraid that Duke didn't know the seriousness of the problem, Velen emphasized it again: "A lot of food. The war destroyed all production. We lost all our fields, and we can only send a small number of compatriots through secret passages every day to the forest outside the orc-controlled area to collect food."

"Food, huh? How much?"

"I hope the first batch will be 100 tons, and the sooner the better."

"As you wish!" At this moment, Duke's status soared from zero to one hundred yards without even blinking.

Duke——possessed by the magic lamp!

Duke just snapped his fingers, and the next moment, several space bags suddenly opened beside Duke.

"Bang, bang—" the sound of hard objects falling to the ground continued.

Long rectangular strips about twenty centimeters long and shining with golden light fell out from the void.

In just a few blinks of an eye, it had piled up into a small hill in front of Velen.

Duke smiled and said, "Please call Hoof...Yrel."

Velen nodded in an almost imperceptible manner, and naturally a servant called in Hoof, who was wandering outside the hall, staring at Thomas and turning on the "secret observation" mode.

Hoof is curious and appears calm on the surface, but her cheerful steps and vigorously swinging tail betray her mood.

What calmness? It's obvious that he rushed here in a hurry!

"Teacher Velen, you called me?" Iriel asked a little excitedly and a little embarrassedly.

Velen looked at his somewhat eccentric young disciple with a loving gaze: "ambassador Dooku is looking for you."

Hoof turned his head, blinking his eyes: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Duke smiled without saying anything, and snapped his fingers again. A thing that was fifty centimeters long, twenty-five centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high, and looked a bit like an ice basin, took shape in front of the Draenei.

By the way, he also communicated with the water element plane and filled a basin of water into it.

"Although it won't taste very good, it is indeed made of high-quality food." After saying that, Duke picked up a piece of 'gold bar' and tore off the wrapping paper on the surface, revealing a brown solid.

Duke threw it into the pool.

There was nothing wrong at first, but soon the small brick at the bottom of the pool began to react with the water, and bubbles kept coming up.

"Puff, puff!" The strange sound attracted the attention of all the Draenei around.

In less than thirty seconds, the small "brick" at the beginning greedily absorbed water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a large soft cake that almost broke the icy basin.

Duke made a gesture of invitation.

A Velen Shield stepped forward, broke off a small piece, and put it in his mouth. Soon a smile appeared on his rough face: "I taste the flavors of wheat, eggs, and one or two plant seasonings. It's quite nutritious."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yrel's tail twirled like a windmill: "Let me have a taste too?"

With brisk steps, Irel went over and broke off a piece: "Hmm, it tastes good! Why do you say it doesn't taste good?"

At this moment, in Karazhan, Duke slapped his forehead with a wry smile on his face. Beside him, Alleria hooked his nose and also smiled faintly.

Whether the taste is good or bad is relative.

As a time traveler, Duke's understanding of modern warfare definitely goes beyond the world of Azeroth. He proposed the concept of compressed biscuits a long time ago.

Before Duke traveled through time, the humans and dwarves of Azeroth used bread as their staple food. But in the two large-scale cross-sea wars, bread was too troublesome and took up too much space.

So Duke insisted on adding things like compressed biscuits and canned fish to the logistics.

To be honest, these are all the goods stored in the warehouse a few years ago, but the Draenei treat them as treasures!

As a pseudo military fan before traveling through time, and a commander who personally led troops through many major battles, Duke was very aware of how hard life was for the soldiers.

Think about it, after a whole day of fighting, on a battlefield full of blood, soldiers lie in trenches or camps, even soaking their feet in mud when the weather is bad. However, after a bloody battle, they are often given a piece of black bread that is not much bigger than a palm.

When this black thing is not wet, you can use it as a brick to hit people. Although it is recognized as the staple food of the poor in this era, for soldiers who are in urgent need of restoring their physical strength, it is only the minimum life guarantee, which is better than nothing.

Therefore, after the Scourge of Arthas was driven away from Lordaeron in 15 years after the Dark Portal, Duke took power in the Alliance and proposed to create the first batch of compressed biscuits. Duke tried to get the dwarves to adjust the taste of the flour and then compress it into a small piece as much as possible.

Well, I have to say that the dwarf is very good at hands-on work.

I still remember the first time Duke saw the finished product, he ran over and took a bite, and he broke his teeth on the spot.

I finally cut off a small piece, smashed it with a hammer and ate it, but I vomited on the spot.

"What the hell is this black thing?"

Magni shrugged. "Maybe it's the motor oil?"

Brian looked down on Duke's lack of knowledge and said, "It's okay. A little bit of engine oil won't kill anyone. When those bastards down there don't have wine to drink, they still steal engine oil and mix it with water to drink as wine."

Duke rolled his eyes. These bastards were so proud of their long health bars and high life points that they were seeking death in various ways.

But what the two dwarves said was true. During the Second Dark Gate War, when Ironforge was facing a food crisis, there were still many people complaining that they could live without food but not without wine.

Later I found out that the compressed biscuits were indeed compressed enough. The dwarf actually used the punching machine for pressing standard plate armor to make the compressed biscuits without even wiping off the oil stains.

It took Duke three weeks to make these violent dwarves understand that compressed biscuits can be given to soldiers on the front line. They must be chewable, must not contain impurities, and must be packaged in a waterproof and moisture-proof manner.

Of course, this thing is a thing of the past. Nowadays, the Alliance's standard military rations have been improved to the fifth version.

Compressed biscuits, sealed packaged flour, canned soybeans, canned pickled dace, canned beef jerky. The most important thing is that the Alliance has developed canned soup that can be automatically heated by pulling a rope, and the instant noodles that poisoned countless teenagers before Duke crossed over.

With all kinds of new marching stoves, you can eat freshly baked white bread when conditions permit. If conditions do not permit, you can boil clean water filtered through a filter and rinse it with hot soup and instant noodles, which is absolutely no problem.

In order to facilitate transportation, many things in the Alliance were standardized, such as boxes for artillery shells and canned military rations. They also reduced the variety, such as the size of artillery shells and melee weapons. Only in terms of food, there were more and more varieties, and beef jerky alone had five flavors.

Commanders at all levels, no matter how conservative they were, had to admit that the morale of the soldiers was much higher now than in the past. In the past, after a big battle, the soldiers were all dead, but now they are full of energy again the next day.

"Thinking back to the old days! We only had black bread after the battle. Instead of being hacked to death by the enemy on the battlefield, we almost choked to death on our own rations." This is the most common complaint that the Alliance officers, who are now colonels and lieutenants, complain about to the soldiers.

It is undeniable that because of these little things that the upper nobles and officers cannot see, the Alliance military has always been full of support for Duke.

The Draenei cannot experience this benefit for the time being.

Of course, Duke had to take precautions to prevent the Draenei from complaining after learning the truth.

"To be honest, these foods were eliminated by the Alliance. Because of their high compression ratio, they are most convenient to carry in space storage bags. Considering that you Draenei people are in urgent need of food, we adopted this method." Duke said apologetically.

Velen carefully checked it with the Holy Light and showed a bright smile on his face: "No, no, no, being able to fill our stomachs and survive is the greatest gift to the Draenei. I thank Commander Edmund Duke on behalf of my people."

For a moment, Duke almost hallucinated, as if it was the sound of the full favorability. He took a quick glance at the system and found that it was not much different. He found that his reputation rating in Shattrath City jumped from Indifferent to Revered in an instant.

You know what, this time he almost moved himself. He used the food that had been piled up in the Alliance for six or seven years and was almost expired to give to others, and in return he gained a huge reputation. This deal was worth it!

"Yriel, please share these foods with your compatriots..." Duke turned and said to Hoof, but who knew that when he turned around, Duke almost laughed out loud.

It turns out that although this guy, Hoof, is full of energy, he is actually very hungry, or maybe the food in Shattrath City is too bad and he is greedy.

What about the food tasting?

Damn, you've eaten so much that your cheeks are so swollen. What the hell is this?

After noticing Duke's gaze, Hoof was so scared that he choked and put his hands around his neck, looking like he was hanging himself.

"Wuwu (Help)——"

Duke was so embarrassed! He didn't know how he understood. Anyway, he handed a bottle of water to Yrel, let her drink it, and then patted her back a few times, and she swallowed the water into her stomach.

"Huff, huff--I almost thought I was going to choke to death!" Hoof kept patting her chest. Duke noticed that she was choking on her tears.

Wei Lun, who was standing next to him, held his forehead with his hand, his face full of black lines, as if saying: Why would I teach such a disciple?

"Sorry for making fun of me." Velen could only smile bitterly.

Duke remembered something: "No, it's okay. Irel's behavior reminded me. People who have been hungry for too long and suddenly overeat can cause sudden death. So even if you share the food, please increase it slowly."

Wei Lun was slightly stunned, and his gratitude grew even stronger: "Anyone who can think of such details is indeed someone whose heart is filled with holy light."

Duke: "…"

Well, a few words can be brought up again about holy light. I feel so helpless to discuss scientific common sense with the charlatan!

Here, Duke discussed the next step of cooperation with Velen.

Over there, Irel, surrounded by guards, had already started distributing food.

"We have joined the Alliance from the world of Azeroth! This Alliance has defeated the Horde more than once. They also killed the first chieftain of the Horde, Blackhand. the Alliance just sent food over. Everyone can get some, so there's no need to crowd!"

On this day, countless Draenei shed tears.

Who is crying with joy?

Who else is cheering for seemingly ordinary food?

There is only one answer - Draenei!

The Draenei were so miserable. They were hunted by their former compatriots for more than 20,000 years. They wandered around with nowhere to hide. Almost every time they arrived at a planet, the Burning Legion's void warships would chase them soon. Not to mention a thousand years of peace, it would be a blessing to have 50 years.

Often, they encounter civilizations and races that are weaker than they are. They simply cannot help them resist the Burning Legion. In order not to betray others, they will even take the initiative to leave the planets with intelligent creatures.

How could it be possible that we would be taken in and protected by a powerful force like today?

From the astrologers who have become a branch of the city of Shattrath, they have heard about the powerful legend of the Alliance. Now, it seems that they are fortunate enough to become witnesses of this invincible legend.

"Be careful not to choke! You've been hungry for too long, and your stomach won't be able to take it if you suddenly eat too much." Ti Zi said in a serious tone, with a smile on her face, as if the person who had choked on the puffed dry food just now was not her but a passerby.

Fortunately, the Draenei all believe in the Holy Light, and even the apprentices from the Temple of Karabor have a sense of almost blind obedience.

Both adults and children were starving. They observed the discipline very well, without crowding or looting. They lined up and waited for food to be distributed by Iriel and others.

"See? There are still many tons of food there, enough for us to eat for a month. If we hold on for another week or two, the Alliance will open up a passage from Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City."

The Draenei followed Duke's advice and paraded the city of Shattrath with small piles of compressed biscuits and puffed food that looked like soft cakes.

If you have food in your hands, you will not be afraid.

The Draenei were famous for their resilience, and now they were more confident in defending their main city.

At the entrance of the hall, Velen and Duke were surrounded by the Velen Shield, and the two stood side by side. Velen looked at this scene and felt a lot.

"I really didn't expect that."

"There are many things you haven't thought of. The Draenei joining the Alliance is a win-win for the entire Azeroth and the Draenei people. the Alliance needs your technology and the guidance of the Holy Light, and you need the Alliance's combat power and protection. We are natural allies, aren't we?"

"Indeed." Velen nodded.

There is no better combination than this. You have to know that within the Alliance, the Church of the Holy Light is a pillar church that transcends nations and races. Even though the night elves have a true god, Elune, protecting them, the Alliance is still dominated by the Church of the Holy Light.

What's even more coincidental is that the position of Archbishop of Holy Light has been vacant since the deaths of Alonsus and Uther.

Duke directly suggested that the great charlatan Velen take this position.

Different races, but the same faith.

In addition to educating foreign races, this is the highest honor for the Draenei.

How could you ask Velen to refuse?

A heart that was hanging in the air has already been mostly put down.

Only with the follow-up support from the Alliance can it be announced that the Draenei have been perfectly integrated into the Alliance.

"Praise the Holy Light—"

"Praise the Alliance—"

"Long live the Prophet!"

If you don't roar after eating, how can you justify this ecstasy and joy?

The entire city of Shattrath was in an uproar.

The noisy sound could be heard thousands of meters away, and the unique cheers of the Draenei could be heard throughout the entire fel orc camp.

Kilrogg Deadeye knew that he and his army of fel orcs could not take down the city of Shattrath alone.

He was miserable! When he first joined Illidan, the first order he received was a death order. Unfortunately, he couldn't contact Illidan in the past few days. It was as if his new master had disappeared from the face of the earth.

The command center of the entire foreign army was completely paralyzed, and the commanders in various places fought on their own.

Magtheridon asked the Black Temple for help, but the Dark Temple ignored him.

He asked for help from Vashj's Naga troops in Zangarmarsh in the west. Vashj could not shirk Illidan's order and could only continue to carry out the original order and drain the lake water from the swamp.

As the saying goes, every family has its own problems.

At this time, the Horde was also in trouble.

In the front-line camp outside Hellfire Citadel, Thrall looked up at the sky. The world of Azeroth seemed to be a distant memory, fading away in his mind. All he saw was the infinitely extended darkness in the sky, torn apart by the occasional flash of light or mysterious energy.

Seeing the tall figure approaching him, Thrall asked, "What's going on?"

"There were many casualties, but more importantly, our food supply could not keep up." The dead man had no expression, but Orgrim's voice was full of shame: "It's all my fault. I should have thought that the situation would be worse than I imagined."

I thought that when I returned to my hometown, the Horde with orcs as its core would be fighting on its home turf. Unexpectedly, my hometown was still my hometown, but unfortunately it had already changed beyond recognition.

Even with the addition of goblins, the Horde's supply method remained primitive, using local materials and consuming the surrounding natural resources like locusts.

23 years ago, when Orgrim left, hunting was still possible near the Dark Portal despite the lack of resources. Now, the land has become completely barren, and even if there are wandering monsters, most of them are demonic creatures seriously polluted by fel energy.

There isn't much prey to eat.

It's not that demonized creatures cannot be eaten, but the problem is that if you eat them, they will become more and more like evil orcs, which is completely putting the cart before the horse.

Originally, Thrall had also asked Kilrogg and other orcs who came from the Dark Portal later, but he didn't expect that those guys had evil intentions and actually lied that the situation was not much different from the time of Orgrim.

If the Horde could learn to use elite troops tactics like the Alliance, perhaps it could alleviate pressure by reducing the number of soldiers.

The point is that it's not possible!

"Let's ask the Alliance for help. I bet Duke has calculated our supply difficulties and has reserved a portion for us." Orgrim gritted his teeth.

This is not hatred, it is more like helplessness.

No tribal leader could blame Duke, because before passing through the Dark Portal, Duke specifically asked Varian to come and ask if he wanted to prepare supplies for the Horde. Of course, supplies are not free, and the Horde needs to exchange them for more ores and resources.

"There's no other way. It has to be this way!" Thrall also sighed.

He had long noticed that the Horde was being invaded by the Alliance's economy and culture. Since the ceasefire and alliance with the Alliance, he had been paying attention to boosting the Horde's racial soul and alleviating the invasion of the Alliance's various values ​​and social views.

Now it appears that he has failed.

Half a day later, the canned beef from the Alliance arrived from Honor Hold, and a warm cheer broke out in the Horde camp.

This sound made Thrall feel even more frustrated.

Everyone is a born foodie.

A life of eating raw meat and drinking blood sounds heroic, but you will realize how miserable it is when you actually live it.

There was no oil, salt, sauce or vinegar, and the prey they hunted back was at most roasted and eaten. How could this compare to the cumin-containing barbecue in the Alliance?

the Horde had recently suffered a disaster, and the Alliance was the one that provided them with food. When crossing the ocean, in order to reduce losses, canned food was of course the top priority.

In the tribal camp, Thrall watched with his own eyes how a newly adult tribal warrior selected his favorite flavor and then skillfully opened the can.

"Look, Orgrim. Now even those half-grown boys have learned to use can openers to open Alliance cans." Thrall sighed.

Orgrim was silent for a moment. Even though he was already dead, he still felt a heavy sense of mission on his shoulders: "The Horde cannot defeat the Alliance, even if all the orcs in 'our world' are added."

If you fall behind, you will be beaten.

Thrall squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "the Alliance is not using force now, but is gradually achieving what Terenas wanted to do but failed to do..."

Turn orcs into slaves.

In other words, completely assimilate races such as orcs, trolls, and tauren into the Alliance.

This unstoppable trend is the most terrifying.

the Alliance was already ahead of the Horde in all aspects, including economy, military, politics, etc. Coupled with the disparity in population and national size between the two sides, and the fact that the leader of the Alliance was an immortal demigod, the Horde would not have had any chance at all under normal circumstances.

unless...

The two tribal leaders instantly thought of the same thing. However, as soon as their eyes met, they immediately looked away from each other.

Yes! Unless the Alliance changes drastically and suffers a crushing defeat, it must be a devastating defeat like Duke's death and the collapse of the Alliance.

But neither of them will forget the truth that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.

If the Alliance suffered such a great defeat, it must have been at the hands of the Burning Legion. Perhaps this was an opportunity for the Horde to rise, but more likely the Horde would perish along with the Alliance.

As long as the tribal leader is not stupid, he would never deliberately bring about this outcome.

"Oh! Try your best!"

On November 2, the coalition forces finally received good news.

Varian led half of the Alliance's hero group to kill the pit lord Magtheridon.

Two days later, the main force of the Horde captured the entire Hellfire Citadel.

At this point, the coalition's first goal was achieved.

There are two major directions facing the coalition forces:

The first is to fight westward into Zangarmarsh. If the swamp can be cleared, the coalition will have more options. They can turn north into Blade's Edge Mountains to hunt down the traitors who betrayed the Horde, and finally go to the Void Storm further north to deal with all the unstable factors. They can also go south through the swamp and enter Nagrand, where most normal orcs live.

The second is to enter Terokkar Forest from the southwest, completely establish contact with the Draenei, and then use Shattrath City as a base and transit point for supplies.

However, the next step is not easy, because the Auchindoun area in the south of Terokkar Forest is in a completely disordered and out-of-control state. There are a large number of undead creatures, Illidan's lackeys, and crows.

Of course, we can attack Shadowmoon Valley directly from Shattrath City to the east, where Illidan's lair, the Black Temple, is located. But this will risk being attacked from behind, because Vashj can easily attack the coalition's supply line.

No army can withstand this kind of pincer attack.

Unfortunately, the coalition forces had no way to avoid it. Duke and his entourage had a smooth journey from Honor Hold to Shattrath City through the Thorn Rocks, which was the premise that the Naga did not take action. Because on the road from the Thorn Rocks to Shattrath City, not far to the north is Lake Hilmie. That lake is connected to Zangarmarsh.

The five-kilometer area around the water is definitely the world of Nagas.

At the coalition meeting, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were all worried.

"Don't you have Nagas in the Alliance? How about letting them go into the swamp and fight that Vashj?" Orgrim will never forget how his Blackrock clan elites were beaten to tears in the sea 20 years ago. It was the same in Southshore Town and at the Seawatch Cliff in the Hinterlands.

Varian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have asked a long time ago. I also asked Duke about the Naga on loan."

"Duke refused?" Thrall asked.

"No, the point is, Duke thinks Vashj is probably a demigod. He doesn't have any good advice for us."

Now the bosses all looked unhappy.

They are good at land battles and barely adequate at air battles, but when it comes to naval battles, they are just a bunch of useless people shouting "666" at the sidelines.

Even the Underwater Breathing magic is useless. Do you want to go into the water wearing a tin can? You don't even need to fight, you will sink to the bottom of the water. Once the magic duration is over, you can only say GG amid the laughter of the Naga.

"Is the only way to find a breakthrough from Terokkar?" Orgrim pondered.

Varian exhaled a foul breath and said, "Fandar! In the name of the commander-in-chief of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, I order you to lead the Cenarion Expeditionary Force to establish a forward base just past the Thornfang Territory. You must find a way to deal with Vashj's Naga troops, or at least contain her."

Fandral Staghelm was miserable. Ever since Du made a report before Ysera left, Fandral's position in the Cenarion Circle became a little unstable. Tyrande sent him to Outland with a single order. Under the double pressure, he had no choice but to obey.

Well, it is not wrong to let the druids deal with underwater creatures. After all, only druids can transform into seals and have underwater combat capabilities.

Ignoring the constipated Fandral, the Alliance and the Horde began to discuss the deployment of Terokkar. The final result of the discussion was that the Alliance would guard Lake Hilmiere in the north of Terokkar Forest, be responsible for transforming the city of Shattrath, and build a fortress at the entrance of Shadowmoon Valley to prevent Illidan's counterattack.

The Horde focused on attacking the Auchindoun area and opening the road to Nagrand so that more orcs could join the coalition.

This plan seems totally unfair. the Alliance will have to split up into many groups, which is a heavy burden.

When you are in a leadership position, you have to shoulder the responsibility of being in a leadership position. the Alliance is stronger now, and this is the only way.

In Karazhan, Duke finished reading the copy of the meeting report sent by Varian, threw it aside, and rubbed his brows.

"I didn't expect Vashj to become such a huge trouble."

On the surface, once the road to Nagrand is opened, it is possible to take the million-strong tribal army, ignore Vashj and go directly to attack the Black Temple.

In fact, this is not the case.

In Outland, the portal is quite unstable. Duke can only open a dedicated portal to Shattrath City, but he cannot guarantee a portal that extends to the front line of Shadowmoon Valley.

If supplies are not guaranteed, don't expect the frontline soldiers to have any combat effectiveness.

"We still have to deal with Vashj first!"

Duke never thought that Vashj was very strong. Even in the game before the time travel, the team led by Duke only took about three days to complete the first kill.

In the reality of this life, Vashj has become a big problem.

If a Naga is more than five kilometers away from any large body of water, its strength will drop significantly. This is not only because of the aquatic life, but also because there is too little moisture in the air, which will directly affect the magic strength of female Nagas.

In terms of water battles, Vashj, who is probably already a demigod, is almost unbeatable. As long as they stay in deep enough water, theoretically only the Deep Sea Giants can fight the Naga. There is indeed a boss among the Deep Sea Giants called Morogiri Tidewalker, but the problem is that he is also in the Serpent Temple, and he is Vashj's little brother!

The only ones above Vashj are Queen Azshara and the Old God N'Zoth.

Well, these guys are all wearing the same pair of pants.

Uh, Naga's lower body is snake-shaped and she doesn't wear pants, sorry!

If Duke could descend to Serpent Temple in his true form, he would have at least a 90% chance of killing Vashj alone. But he dared to come, and Kil'jaeden dared to descend, blocking him.

Duke doesn't have the guts to confront an Eggman who has 100% strength and is even exploding due to full rage in a place where there are no anti-Titan or anti-Burning Legion arrays.

That's looking for death.

Perhaps originally in history, it was precisely because of this reason that there were not many bigwigs from the Alliance appearing in the war in Outland.

But Zangarmarsh's geographical location is too important. Vashj is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the neck of the coalition forces, which can be cut down at any time.

Duke was overwhelmed.

"Whatever. At worst, I'll be forced to do it and Fandral will take the blame."

The entire month of November was basically spent in the coalition forces' rest and strategic transfer.

On November 5, at the easternmost part of Zangarmarsh, Fandral personally took charge of the arrangements and established the Cenarion Camp.

On the same day, Jaina was in the Cursed Lands and Anasterian was in the Hellfire Peninsula. The two Suns worked together to open the Dark Portal as wide as possible and finally brought the Alliance's most advanced opener over.

The so-called road opener is actually a device similar to a steamroller.

But more violent, and much bigger.

Even if it has been disassembled and transported here, it still places a heavy burden on the portal.

Because the roller in front of the steamroller alone is five stories high and as wide as sixteen carriages.

Just imagine, if a five-story building is falling towards you, how earth-shattering would that feel?

The dwarves' current steel forging technology is not up to standard, and they can't make such a large roller. Black technology is never achieved overnight. If it can't be formed in one piece, the dwarves can rivet the bent steel plates together like shipbuilding, and then weld them!

As a result, a huge monster was created.

Coupled with the Alliance's newest 'smudge-in-your-face' diesel engine, this road-breaker is absolutely stunning to drive.

Isn't it?

Anyone who has been smoked by the black smoke from the chimney will feel like they have rolled around in a coal yard for dozens of times. Only short people would dare to use such an environmentally inefficient thing.

Anyway, since the day this thing was born, Duke has issued a strict order prohibiting it from entering any other main city of the Alliance except Ironforge.

What a joke! If this thing is sprayed on you, both humans and animals will die, and you won't even have to farm the fields.

But Duke couldn't do anything about it, as diesel was the latest product and of very poor quality.

The diesel engine is similar, just one level higher than the steam engine.

Well, the coalition army over there couldn't go west, and the entire Hellfire Peninsula was empty to the north and south where the air force could not fly over. The 100,000-strong army with nothing to do killed all the monsters in the southwest of Glory Castle into endangered species in just one week. The Steel-fanged Skitter could only be found in the specimen room.

From Honor Hold, head southwest, across the Warp Plains, to the Thorn Pass.

The road-breaking machine was used for only three days.

The huge thorn bushes that crisscrossed, were as hard as steel and made people's scalps tingle. When they were crushed by the road-opening machine, they made endless explosions.

Aren't you tough?

Aren't you afraid of fire?

Come on! Let's face it, who's afraid of who?

After the unreasonable steamroller passed, the diesel bulldozers came up, and the dwarf engineering team followed to pave the road and bridge. Anyway, after three days of rumbling, they finally opened a wide road comparable to the Avenue of Glory.

At the Thorn Rock, Duke, Thomas, Yrel, and a dozen Draenei stood by the road.

Yrel and the others were stunned as they watched the huge open-cut machine completely flatten the Thorn Forest, which was once the Draenei's Jedi.

"This... is this the strength of the Alliance?" Irel's tail kept spinning, and the girl's curiosity was evident on her face.

"Haha! The Draenei's technological level is actually very high. It's just that you lack energy." To be honest, Duke had long been eyeing their black technology.

If the energy supply problem can be solved, the Draenei starships will be high-end and classy! Compared with the Draenei, the so-called cutting-edge diesel flying battleships in Azeroth are nothing.

Duke will certainly protect the Draenei, but their technology must also be obtained.

But there is no rush now. Duke can't do such a thing as asking someone to sell themselves, land, and ancestral graves as soon as they enter the door.

What's more, before confirming that the Alliance does have the strength to fight against the Burning Legion, the old charlatan Velen will not give any solid information.

At this time, Duke and his party saw the mission issuing officer of Glory Fort, and a dwarf with a particularly strong aura - Brian Bronzebeard, the first man of the Alliance's mechanized forces.

He is not a king, but in many cases, his authority is greater than that of a king, because most of the new weapons of the Alliance are developed by him.

How could Thomas not be nervous when he saw such a big shot coming over?

"He is..." Iriel asked in a low voice, half hiding behind Duke and pulling at Duke's robe.

"Oh, the dwarf prince Brian Bronzebeard, a big shot. But it's okay, he's easy to get along with." Duke replied in a low voice.

"Hey, are you Mark Dooku, the one with outstanding achievements who led the team to contact Shattrath City? I heard that it was also you who surveyed and made the terrain assessment." Brian came over and handed over a flat iron bottle.

Needless to say, that must be Brian's collection of liquor.

Dwarves don't have so many tricks. Giving you wine means they respect you and want to be friends with you.

Friendship is deep, and it can be swallowed in one gulp.

Duke gulped down the whole thing without saying anything.

No red face, no panting.

"Hey! Mage boy, you have a great alcohol tolerance!" Brian raised his thumbs up. "This is my special brew. It's 80 degrees. Ordinary humans will be drunk in two sips. The mages in Dalaran are so reluctant to drink it, saying it will affect the brain. It's meaningless."

Duke laughed. This was not the real one. All the food would be stirred directly in the artificial stomach, which would have no effect on the body. It turned out that he could manipulate the artificial man and pretend to be the god of wine. Duke smiled slightly: "It's natural."

Some people are born unable to drink alcohol and get drunk if they do.

Some people are born with the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

There's no way around it. Some people are born with particularly active alcohol-degrading enzymes in their bodies.

The dwarves don't understand this, but they know that there are indeed differences in people's drinking capacity.

Brian was also amused by Mark's answer.

"Good! You have guts! I accept you as my friend."

"Pfft!" At this moment, Duke, who was playing the remote control game in Karazhan, burst into laughter. He held back his laughter and controlled Mark to calmly answer, "Thank you!"

Mark Dooku, a puppet without self-awareness or even a brain, is inherently incapable of getting drunk.

If Brian was stupid enough to compete in a drinking contest with Mark, he would never win even if he drank until his liver exploded.

Fortunately, Brian was not so idle as to have a drinking contest with a rising wizard in his eyes.

"Alas! Such a majestic road-clearing equipment is useless just to push a thorn. What a pity." Brian took out another bottle of wine, took a sip, and muttered casually.

"Oh, what else can it be used for?" Duke asked casually.

"Leveling the ground for large-scale projects, or filling up rivers or something like that!"

Fill the river?

This thought suddenly struck Duke's mind like a thunderbolt. In Karazhan, Duke suddenly felt a shock, as if he had grasped something key.

Fill in the river? Reclamation of lakes?

Wait, isn't this...

Duke was excited!

He unconsciously controlled Mark Dooku and suddenly grabbed Brian's shoulders, which were as broad as a wall. "I got it! I got it! We don't have to fight a water battle with Vashj's Naga! We can fill the lake in Terokkar Forest with soil and build a dam directly at the pass. The Naga can come or not!"

"Ohhh..." Brian looked like he was having an orgasm. He was also deeply shocked by this extraordinary idea: "What a good idea! This way we don't have to care about the faces of those druids who advocate nature. We can just use science to flatten everything!"

"Yes! Raze everything!" Duke shouted.

Nearby, a group of people were watching the two figures, one tall and one short, shouting and yelling at each other. The short guard in the secret room was not surprised, but Thomas was greatly surprised, and Hoof looked like he had no idea what they were talking about and thought it was amazing, and he followed suit with "Oh oh oh!"

They didn't know that at this moment, a life-and-death battle was taking place on the eastern edge of Zangarmarsh, bordering the Hellfire Peninsula.

The muddy lake water was constantly surging, and large clumps of blood were bubbling up from time to time. At the bottom of the lake with poor visibility, any tactics or coordination were just nonsense.

Although it was an exploratory battle, if he failed to gather any intelligence and had to report the battle damage in disgrace, he really didn't know what would become of him.

During this period of time, he has understood what kind of person Varian Wrynn, the commander-in-chief of the Outland Alliance, is - compared with the highly praised Edmund Duke, Varian's actions are tougher. He can tolerate failure, but he cannot tolerate cowardice.

So Fandral Staghelm had to go into the sea himself, oh, go into the water to fight.

After killing no less than twenty Nagas, Fandral was disheartened.

As a strong man who has entered the heroic realm, his perception is stronger than all other druids, so he can clearly feel that most of the corpses floating on the bottom of the water are Tauren and Night Elves, and almost none of them are Naga.

Compared with the flexible and tactical Naga, Cenarion's Druid is simply a baby. The Naga doesn't even need to lure the Druids away, just a simple feint to the east and attack to the west, and two Nagas can easily stab a Druid to death together.

As a last resort, Fandral released his unique natural magic fluctuations.

That's the signal to retreat!

It was at this moment that alarm bells suddenly rang in Fandral's heart.

According to legend, evil energy has the ability to devour all life and souls to turn them into its own power, but this statement is too exaggerated.

Fandral didn't know whether the opponent who suddenly appeared at this moment used evil power.

He only felt that an invisible huge gravitational force was generated under the water, pulling all the water of Dark Lake toward his back.

He turned his sea lion head and was shocked to see a slender Naga female figure with multiple arms holding a strange longbow ten meters away. A dense layer of lightning floated on the gorgeous longbow, and Fandral could even see the intricate patterns on it through the turbid lake water. But a closer look showed that it was not lightning at all. After all, lightning travels very quickly underwater and disappears in two seconds.

It was a layer of translucent, almost bluish-white lines, some curved and some straight. Those complicated lines looked like a magic circle engraved on the longbow.

Using a longbow underwater gave Fandral an absurd feeling, but he just did it. The extremely strong aura emanating from him made Fandral's scalp tingle and his entire spine felt stiff as if he had been electrocuted.

So strong!

You will die!

If I take her arrow, I will really die!

What a joke!

Why must I, a druid who has not even entered the divine realm, face off against a powerful demigod?

Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Fandral turned around and ran.

"Hehe! Run, run! If I can't hit you, all the skills I've honed for thousands of years will be in vain." The powerful female demigod Naga smiled seductively, and the sound of the soul from her mouth spread in all directions and directly into Fandral's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fandral was still twisting his body desperately, speeding up! Speeding up! Speeding up again!

He didn't know how long he swam.

Perhaps it was a few seconds, or perhaps just three to five breaths. Anyway, the water surface was getting closer and closer, and he could clearly feel the hope coming from freedom and vitality.

An unprecedented excitement spread to every cell in my body.

At this moment, Fandral suddenly felt his body hanging in the air.

It is a feeling of emptiness that is neither in heaven nor on earth.

In great astonishment, Fandral turned his sea lion head again, and he saw a scene that made him extremely desperate.

All the surrounding water was drained away in an instant. The female Naga, who should be called Vashj, actually sucked away half of the water in Dark Lake, compressed it beyond imagination, and finally turned it into a not-so-big arrow, which was placed on the bowstring of the gorgeous carved longbow.

At this moment, he, the great druid - Fandral Staghelm, was actually suspended in the air above a huge whirlpool, being pulled or lifted up by an unknown force, unable to move at all.

At this moment, Vashj's slender right fingers suddenly loosened, and the thin water arrow flew out from the string.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, the arrow became longer.

"No--" Fandral screamed. He understood that if he was hit by this arrow, it would be equivalent to being hit by half of the water of Dark Lake in an instant.

No! Maybe worse!

Because the lake water is a compressed version.

At this critical moment, he showed the true qualities of a heroic man. He did not choose to transform into an eagle in a futile attempt to fly away, but instead transformed into a bear form which seemed ridiculous.

In this state, he has an armor strength that is even higher than that of the Dwarf King in his incarnation state. Of course, it is only the armor value that is higher. In terms of magic resistance, the bear cannot compare with the dwarf incarnation state. But the bear has stronger vitality!

Then, he took this move...

Just when Mark, controlled by Duke, and Brian reached a consensus, thanks to the full deployment of magic network transceivers in Hellfire Peninsula.

Brian was the first to receive the news.

A human wizard hurried over, but saw Mark Dooku next to Brian. The messenger looked a little embarrassed because this was a top-level secret.

"I'll take my leave first." Duke said and tried to retreat.

Unexpectedly, Brian grabbed Duke's wrist, like an iron clamp, and he couldn't move.

Brian glanced at Thomas and the confused Hoof not far away and laughed: "You little brat, do you think I don't know who you are?"

This statement is a double entendre.

Duke didn't expect that Brian was so cunning.

Thomas would naturally think that Mark was the descendant of some great meritorious service, or the illegitimate son of some great man. This was a very normal thing in the aristocratic circle.

Yrel doesn't know anything about humans, he's just a mascot now anyway.

But to Duke's ears, it was naturally a different story.

He kept his impersonation of Mark Dooku a secret from everyone except his harem. The more people knew about it, the more likely it would be to go wrong.

I never thought that I would reveal the whole thing in my momentary excitement.

In the final analysis, it was because of his good relationship with the three Bronzebeard brothers and Gelbin. For many days and nights, Duke, the time traveler, led these four dwarfs with big imaginations and a love of practice to turn the black technology into reality.

From blitzkrieg to railway transportation.

From mechanized and standardized mass production to flying battleships.

Sometimes, even Duke's closest Windrunner sisters were jealous and said that Duke spent more time with the dwarves than with them.

After all, Duke and Brian are too familiar with each other!

Here, with Brian's permission, the messenger told the latest intelligence: "The Cenarion Expedition suffered a disastrous defeat in the first battle. Lord Fandral Staghelm was ambushed by Vashj and was seriously injured."

Duke in Karazhan raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself: Why doesn't Vashj just kill this guy?

Well, Duke didn't say anything, but Brian did: "Damn it, if he died, no one would blame our industry for polluting the environment... uh, I mean... this is really unfortunate news."

Everyone around rolled their eyes - you were already exposed a long time ago!

Brian didn't blush either.

Anyway, it is not the first time that the Bronzebeard brothers, who hold high the banner of the Industrial Revolution and shout "GDP instead of environmental protectionism" all day long, have clashed with Fandral in the Alliance.

Duke didn't care about this kind of shit. After all, the Alliance was an equal organization that only forced its allies in military matters and tried to coordinate other matters. As long as they didn't join the Burning Legion and other evil factions, it was their business to mess up their country, and other countries had no right to interfere.

Besides, it was Duke who promoted the Industrial Revolution in Azeroth!

In fact, when productivity has not developed to a certain level, there is no question of environmental protection, sustainable development, etc.

Ahem! I have strayed from the topic.

Brian patted Duke on the shoulder with his big hand: "Okay, now it seems that it's all up to us."

In November of the 23rd year after the Dark Portal, Azeroth was undoubtedly entering a cold winter. In Draenor, which had lost its core and was crumbling, the weather had not changed at all, and Terokkar Forest was still like midsummer.

As the allied forces entered Terokkar Forest in large numbers, the evil orc army that had previously besieged Shattrath City retreated early under the command of Kilrogg. They passed through Zangarmarsh controlled by Vashj and entered the Blade's Edge Mountains area further north.

Duke was able to have Brian's engineering team carry out Operation Iron Chains Across the River under the cover of the Stormwind Kingdom's Griffin Legion and the Dalaran Mage Corps.

The so-called "Iron Chain Across the River" means that the enemy is stuck, unable to move up or down, which is extremely uncomfortable.

To be specific, it means building dams to stop the flow of water.

If we follow the traditional method, someone must walk or take a boat to the middle of the water and drive a huge wooden stake to the bottom of the water. Then, based on this, sandbags are thrown down to block the water, cut off the entire lake mouth, and finally slowly build a dam.

If this approach is used in a peaceful place, there is no big problem.

In Anze Village, where powerful enemies are lurking nearby, the situation is a bit precarious.

Darkmarsh Village is located in the southeast corner of Zangarmarsh. It is the core waterway connecting Darkmarsh Lake and Lake Hilmie in Terokkar Forest. It is a place with many small islands and narrow waterways, similar to a water village. Although the water is relatively gentle and shallow, there is a significant drop when it falls to Lake Hilmie.

Specifically speaking, it is a waterfall with a width of more than 100 meters and an average drop of 20 meters.

"What should we do?" Although he had sent scouts to survey the terrain, Brian still frowned when he saw the actual situation.

Duke, who played Mark Dooku, was confident. He raised his thumb and pointed at the big guys behind him: "Didn't I tell you to remove the turrets of the steam tanks and replace them with stones? Just drive the tanks into the water and let them sink!"

When these words were spoken, the surrounding dwarves were horrified.

Wow! There is such a breathtaking operation?

Brian: "This, this, this is all right?"

"Anyway, the people operating the tanks have all been replaced by humans who can swim. It's not like you're asking your people to go into the water." Duke shrugged.

Brian finally understood.

Using wooden stakes to seal the lake mouth was too slow, and once attacked by the Naga, the project would be paralyzed. But if a whole steam tank sank, the lake mouth could be sealed off by half on the spot. The tank with the turret removed was like a large rectangular box, which was very convenient for stacking more tanks on top, or building stones for dams.

In this way, most of the lake sealing project can be completed in half a day.

Once the lake water dries up, it will be useless even if the Nagas come, as they do not have the strength to move these huge objects, each weighing more than 30 tons.

"What a genius idea! How did you come up with it?" Brian exclaimed with sincere admiration.

When the water was high, sandbags would be washed away as soon as they were thrown in. The Chinese did not just drive trucks full of rocks in, but sometimes entire boats full of rocks sank in the gap, blocking the dam.

Duke certainly wouldn't say it, instead he said arrogantly: "The old steam tanks are going to be phased out anyway, so I suddenly thought of reusing them."

Duke's words made so much sense that Brian was speechless.

If the iron ore is scarce, all the scrap metal will be thrown into the steelmaking furnace for recycling. As long as there is the manpower and material resources, it is not a problem to re-smelt a batch of high-grade iron ingots or even steel ingots.

This has a prerequisite - human and material resources.

Ironforge itself is a huge mine. Even though it has been mined for thousands of years, there is still no sign of it being exhausted.

In addition, the Horde has recently received a large amount of metal ingots: copper mines from Durotar, iron mines from StoneTeron Mountains and Feralas, gold mines and mithril mines from Thousand Needles. All the ores are transported to Theramore, melted into metal ingots, and then shipped across the sea to Ironforge, the Alliance's large factory.

Because readily available metal ingots are more useful, there is no place to use the old steam tanks made of low-grade iron plates.

So when Duke suggested using hundreds of steam tanks that had been shipped to the outside world earlier but could only barely move due to insufficient steam pressure and were completely useless as dams, Brian was really amazed.

It would be better if Duke didn't have this unfamiliar face now.

Brian also knew that Duke was in trouble, so he just waved his hand and gave the order to start.

The lake mouth south of Darkze Village is not Vashj's key defense area.

After the Griffin Legion's soldiers killed all the large lizards roaming around the lake mouth, the Alliance army began to deploy a large number of heavy iron horses in the waterway as defensive fortifications.

After the defense force, including 5,000 human infantry, 500 elven archers and 200 mages, formed a defense line, the human engineers drove rumbling steam tanks to the lake.

I have to say, this is a technical job that requires a lot of courage.

Of course, you can use an iron rod to press the accelerator to let the tank continue to drive into the water and sink by itself. In fact, there are many situations before it sinks.

Will it open crookedly?

Could it be that the water was just too shallow there, and the steam tank got stuck?

The air pressure outside is low and various conditions may occur, which require the driver to use his own experience and skills to adjust.

Duke had seen more than once that the tank soldiers from the Stormwind would wait until the tank began to sink before jumping out of the cockpit like parkour in order to be accurate, which made Duke shudder with fear.

Working in two directions simultaneously, one east and one west, greatly increases efficiency.

In less than half an hour, a rough dam appeared in the sight of the Alliance soldiers.

"Wow--" A warm cheer rang out from the engineering corps.

"Keep up the good work, boys!" Brian shouted.

For this operation, Brian even tricked Varian into inspecting the eastern entrance of Zangarmarsh.

In fact, Vashj did take the bait. When Varian approached the water, the powerful Naga Banshee shot an arrow at Varian.

The arrow was very strange. At first, it looked like an extension of the reflection in the water, and no one was alert. By the time everyone realized what was happening, the arrow made of water was less than an inch away from Varian's cheek.

"No!" Valeera screamed and swung the dagger.

She hit the tail of the arrow.

Useless!

The feedback from the epic dagger made Valeera's heart fall into the abyss in an instant.

The feeling was exactly the same as stabbing the water in a pool with a dagger.

Something happened that no one expected.

Since stepping into Outland, Varian, who has always appeared as a violent warrior wielding two swords, suddenly took out a huge shield that felt like a mountain in a flash.

At the same time, three golden phantom shields spun around Varian. This was the defense warrior's signature professional skill, Shield Wall!

"Hmph—" Varian groaned.

Even though the shield was pierced, it still bought him time to dodge. With an almost dislocated backward movement, Varian's entire body was almost parallel to the ground, and he narrowly avoided the splash of the water arrow.

"Tsk!" A disdainful soul voice came from the water.

Varian didn't come alone. As the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces in Outland, beside him, in addition to Valeera and Broll, there are also powerful heroes such as Solarian and Lirath.

Unless Vashj is willing to give up her advantage in the water and run to land to fight Varian and others, she will have no choice but to give up.

In fact, not long after retreating, Vashj received information from Darkze Village.

"What? What a good plan!" A fierce light flashed across Vashj's charming face: "Let the Tidewalker pass!"

On the other side, in the southern part of Anze Village, intense construction is still going on.

A temporary dam consisting of four huge steam tanks sunk in parallel had appeared in front of everyone. Based on the tanks sunk in the water and filled with stones, a large number of sandbags were thrown to the north of the dam.

The originally slightly turbulent water flow has now turned into a stream.

When the water flow rate dropped slightly, Duke had people pour cement into the water.

"Hehe! In half a day, even if Vashj comes herself, she won't be able to deal with this dam." Brian grinned evilly.

"Don't laugh too soon," Duke warned.

Never underestimate a strong and intelligent person.

As if confirming Duke's guess, an hour later, rumbling footsteps were heard in the north of Anze Village.

"Huh?" Duke and Brian frowned at the same time.

The scout came and said, "Report! We found a giant who is probably a deep-sea giant. He is holding a huge anchor and is heading towards the dam. Near him, there are hundreds of water elementals and nearly a thousand male Nagas."

"There are a lot of enemies, and we don't have many good players." Brian curled his lips.

"I know." Duke looked into the distance expressionlessly.

The Griffin Legion soldiers in charge of guarding the front implemented a three-shift rest system. Only the two thousand soldiers on the outside were in a state of combat readiness. The other soldiers were allowed to rest, but they were fully armored and kept their weapons in their hands.

Since there was an enemy, they all took their positions and waited for the enemy to arrive.

However, this battle was different from any of their previous battles. They were not standing on a solid land, but on isolated islands like a water village.

Although the water was shallow, Duke would never forget how terrifying the water attack in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms was. The place where the soldiers stood was reinforced with sandbags and was at least ten meters away from the water surface.

During this period, metal structures similar to breakwaters were even added in front of the soldiers.

That's right, the soldiers' biggest enemy is not the Naga, but the possible flood.

The Naga army is coming.

So majestic!

It seems that the Alliance has more people, but the quality of individual Naga soldiers is higher.

Even for well-trained Stormwind soldiers, no matter what weapons they use, it is difficult to defeat a Naga in a one-on-one duel.

Racial talents determine the upper limit of an individual soldier's combat power.

Male Nagas have giant-level arm strength and impact force, while female Nagas have inherited the spellcasting ability of the night elves.

The conversion ratio of Naga to humans is one to five, which is a conclusion reached after long-term statistics.

Not to mention that there are an unknown number of water elements and a boss-level underwater giant at the forefront.

The warriors of the Griffin Legion were sweating a little. This was not a battle of the same level. Once the battle started, it would be difficult for them to escape. However, honor and discipline drove them to hold their ground.

Every warrior couldn't help but flex their fingers so that they could grip the hilt of their sword more tightly.

"Brian?" Duke whispered.

"Yeah!" Brian snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, not only the Griffin Legion, but even the Nagas noticed the changes above their heads. They instinctively raised their heads and looked at the huge shadow in the sky that covered them all.

Those were flying ships.

First, four huge ships with three-layer gun decks and sterns as high as buildings were descending from the top of the dark void.

And in the middle airspace surrounded by them, eight larger flying ships landed one after another.

Unlike ordinary warships, their balloon-like appearance makes them look a bit ridiculous at first glance. Judging from the appearance of only having a single-layer gun deck, this should be a transport ship.

Every ship, including these transport ships, was floating up and down, swaying from side to side in the storm above Draenor, as if they would fall down at any time.

Then, one could just barely see, higher up above the twelve ships, a large number of dwarf knights in light armor, holding storm hammers flashing with lightning, riding their proud griffins and circling in the sky. The lightning flashed in the air, drawing arcs of light, forming a circle outside the fleet.

"It's our people!"

"the Alliance's air fleet!"

The sudden appearance of the strange enemy finally affected the Naga and his men. Even the deep-sea giant leader Mologli Tidewalker could not help but raise his huge head to look at the uninvited guests who suddenly broke into the air.

It's not that the troops of the Viper Temple didn't want to do anything, but it was too high. These fleets hovering at an altitude of 500 meters were completely beyond the range of their attack.

Then the soldiers of the Griffin Legion received new orders—

"Emergency retreat——"

Everyone's expressions were wonderful.

As infantrymen of the new era, they had all received training in infantry-artillery coordination. What they were told most was how to make themselves stand out more in the sky and in the eyes of friendly troops in the rear, so that friendly troops could adjust the firing parameters of the artillery and avoid hitting the wrong target.

How could I encounter an order like today?

However, as the elite of the Stormwind, even if the order was "emergency retreat", it did not mean they should abandon their weapons and flee in disarray.

They moved from the rear team to the front team in an orderly manner and quickly trotted away towards the high ground on both sides of the river.

The army of the Serpent Temple was a little confused by this scene.

If it was the Horde, which had fought many big battles with the Alliance, seeing this situation, it would definitely understand on the spot that the Alliance was going to use a big move.

There were only two options left: one was to charge quickly and mix his own soldiers with the Alliance soldiers as much as possible to create a chaotic battle. In this way, Duke would never do such a thing as blowing up his own people; the other was to run! The faster the better!

Unfortunately, before the battle in Outland, Vashj's people had never dealt with the Alliance, and could not understand how cruel modern air strikes were.

In addition, the leader of the team today is the deep-sea giant boss Mologri who is not very smart.

The result was that a group of Nagas made the most idiotic choice - they looked at the big, belly-big ship above their heads opening its hatch like curious babies.

A large mass of gray stone, like a cloud of mist, fell from the sky.

"What's this?"

"have no idea?"

"If you want to kill us, you should at least use rocks, right?"

A group of male Nagas with not very high intelligence showed the Alliance what it means to be completely confused.

Soon, they realized something was wrong.

The gray-white substance covering their bodies immediately reacted with the water on them. It was a terrifying feeling as if they were suddenly thrown from a cool early spring pool into a blazing hell.

The psychological gap, accompanied by the severe pain coming from all over the body, made every Naga wail and scream.

"Aaaaaaaa——"

They flapped their hands and feet like crazy, trying to wipe the dirt off their bodies with their claws.

However, this is of no use.

In order to give full play to the characteristics of aquatic organisms, their bodies are mostly soaked in waist-deep waterways, but as soon as these gray stones come into contact with water, they immediately produce terrifyingly high temperatures and heat.

Every waterway seemed like boiling water, boiling and crackling.

From a distance, more than a thousand Nagas and water elementals looked like glutinous rice balls rolling in sesame paste, uh, glutinous rice balls in monster form.

They struggled with all their might with their strong bodies, but due to the severe pain brought by the extremely high fever, they soon fell dead in the waterway.

No!

That was already a mud track, not a water track.

Quicklime quickly filled every small waterway and turned into a viscous semi-solid state.

On the high ground on both sides of the dam, Brian and the soldiers of the Griffin Legion looked on in amazement.

Brian said in a trembling voice: "What kind of new weapon is this? When was it delivered? How come I don't know about it?"

All the big bombs in the Alliance were handled by Brian.

Duke shrugged. "Nothing special! It's just quicklime! It suddenly encountered a lot of water and turned into this."

Quicklime is the most commonly used industrial raw material. When it gets wet, it turns into slaked lime, which is a typical coating material and brick and tile adhesive. Brian certainly didn't know this because it was originally used to build bunkers.

Quicklime will generate high heat when it meets water. For a certain time traveler, this is just common knowledge in middle school chemistry. But for Brian, who has never looked back on his road to great explosion, it is obviously a side knowledge.

Brian's tongue was hanging out and his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

It seemed that his brain was unable to accept that such a powerful Naga army was completely destroyed in just a few blinks of an eye.

Brian's mind worked quickly. If there was enough quicklime, then the winding and deadly Zangarmarsh, which was difficult for ordinary people to set foot in, would become a thoroughfare.

At this moment, the deep-sea giant boss Mologri, who was severely damaged by the high heat of quicklime, went crazy.

The ground was in terrible condition, with boiling lava-like stuff everywhere, so hot and sticky that it was like hiking in the crater of an erupting volcano.

Mologley slipped and fell, half of his body sank into the mountain of slaked lime paste, which made him even more miserable.

"Ah--" Mologli tried to summon water balls to drive away the disgusting stuff on his body, but unfortunately all the water around him turned into sticky quicklime. This thing was beyond the scope of nature, so he naturally couldn't control it.

Even without magic, he still had a body that was unimaginably strong for mortals. With a body six stories high, no one could stop him when he charged.

After a roar, he instinctively identified a direction and launched a violent charge.

Originally, seeing such a battle, the Union infantryman would probably be scared to the point of peeing his pants, if he hadn't been blinded by the limestone...

A ridiculous tragedy was born!

If he rushed in the right direction, neither the tiny human infantry nor the few diesel tanks could stop him. Unfortunately, he rushed in the wrong direction!

Dark Marsh Village was not originally Vashj's territory, but belonged to a group of Broken Ones. These Draenei, who had lost their minds, now had to add the new label of "unlucky" in addition to being crazy.

The brute force of the deep sea giant boss was simply not something that their crude houses made of thatch and wood could withstand. Not only the houses, but also the giant stone mushrooms unique to Zangarmarsh were also affected. Ten- and twenty-story-high mushrooms were directly knocked over by Morogiri.

The violent but blind giant madly destroyed everything he could touch. Broken wood, thatch, and fragments of stone mushrooms exploded and splashed in all directions like rain.

"Fire!" In the sky, the commander of the flying battleship gave the order.

The hatch of the gun bay opened, and a number of cutting-edge Cannons were aimed at the giant, making a deafening roar.

However, most of the artillery fire missed the target.

It's not that the Alliance's gunners are too bad, but that the conditions in the Outlands are too poor.

Without the core, it was a miracle that Draenor could still maintain an atmosphere that did not collapse. It was hard to expect any stable air currents or even air circulation in the skies of Outland. Because of the unstable air currents, all the flying warships were like galloping wild horses, and no one knew which direction they would turn in the next moment.

After all, a flying warship is not a bird of prey that soars in the sky. Birds can adjust their body balance by instinct, but a flying warship can only make slow adjustments based on the ability of the helmsman.

To be honest, it's a miracle that we can fly into the sky and carry out airdrops.

Duke rolled his eyes. Obviously, in the irregular winds of the Outer Realm, flying warships were only good enough to bomb huge fortresses. But if they wanted to provide fire cover, that would be a joke.

Brian couldn't stand the poor bombardment anymore and snapped his fingers.

The dwarven artillerymen that had been deployed on both sides of the dam immediately lifted up the camouflage nets made of ropes and large leaves, revealing the Cannons underneath. This time, the firing was much more accurate.

As a Cannon with all its firing parameters adjusted long ago, it can fire a shot in less than thirty seconds.

The power of the new breech-loading Cannon was also demonstrated at this time.

The initial velocity of the shell was extremely fast, fast enough to hit a giant boss before he had any chance to react.

The fierce impact made Mologli stagger with just the first shot. Even though he had thick skin and flesh, he could not withstand the bombardment of the 155mm artillery.

In Duke's vision, a large ball of blood bloomed from the giant's shoulder accompanied by an explosion.

Maybe in a place like the Serpent Temple where you have to dive down, you have to fight heroes against heroes and kill him by force. But here - in the vast swamp, there are plenty of ways to deal with this big guy.

"Mologri must die!" Duke gritted his teeth.

If he survives, he can always use his huge anchor to forcefully destroy the newly built dam. Once the Naga enter the Terokkar Forest unimpeded, the Allies will be in trouble.

After the first shell hits the target, there will naturally be the second, the third, and the Nth shell!

It's a battle between new artillery and old mystery.

Countless shells collided with the majestic body. At that moment, the entire Anze Village was enveloped in the blazing glow of the explosion.

In a trance, Duke seemed to see dim water ripples densely appearing on Mologli's body, and these ripples formed an overlapping bright blue network at any time.

Originally it looked like this sea giant had a chance to survive this wave.

Just at this moment, the Alliance got lucky.

A powerful dwarf bombardier dropped a 4,000-pound super bomb on Morogli's head.

"boom--"

The huge explosion caused by the nearly two-ton giant bomb completely enveloped the entire Anze Village and spread in all directions. It seemed that the giant was delayed for a moment before a visible shock wave swept across the entire swamp.

"Woo!" Mark Dooku at the scene was not Duke himself. Unless he wanted to use the life-saving skill Ice Barrier first, he could only hide behind Brian who had activated God Descends to Earth and become bigger.

Not only did he have to hide, but even the Griffin Legion soldiers who retreated first had to squat on the ground and protect their entire bodies with rectangular tower shields to avoid the flying sand and rocks that were crackling and hitting them on the head.

Unfortunately, Duke still underestimated the power of the explosion. If Brian hadn't grabbed him at the critical moment, he would probably not have been able to avoid the tragedy of being sent into the sky.

This is not an exaggeration. Not far from them, more than a dozen soldiers were blown away. Those who were less lucky fell directly onto the rocks next to the waterfall and were probably dead on the spot.

Only half of the people were lucky enough and fell into the pool below the waterfall with a "plop". If there were no people from the engineering team below the waterfall who quickly used poles or other things to fish these guys out, they would probably have fallen to their knees.

No one can swim in armor under normal circumstances.

"Did he die in the explosion?"

Duke wanted to say "yes" to Brian's question, but the answer was not what he wanted.

He was not unscathed, but Mologli was certainly alive. His huge body was sealed in an even larger spherical mass of water.

The situation that was enough to suffocate a human was more like returning to his mother's arms to Mologly. He maintained a ferocious expression on his face, his eyes were not open, and his mouth kept gurgling and bubbling.

Brian and Duke's pupils suddenly shrank.

Indeed, the three-story-high giant water element next to Mologli was very conspicuous. But all eyes were focused on the smaller but more charming female figure on the other side.

Snake hair, bow in hand, soft snake-like lower body, plus the overwhelming evil aura.

There is only one existence that meets this requirement.

Vashj!

"Haha! I really want you to enjoy the moment of victory. Unfortunately, I can't do it. After all, Mologli is one of the few decent subordinates of mine!"

In a sense, Azeroth is also a world that uses blood and life to prove that all enemies can be defeated by working together.

If an elite monster cannot be killed by one person, just add two more people.

It's impossible to complete the dungeon by yourself, just bring four more friends.

If you can't handle a boss alone, just form a team and get 39 bandits.

Except that childbirth cannot be accelerated by increasing the number of people, there is nothing that cannot be solved by the human wave tactic.

Being able to defeat enemies and protect subordinates is a compulsory course for every boss.

If Vashj is on Duke's side, Duke must give her a thumbs up.

But Vashj is an enemy, and Duke was unhappy because she made such exaggerated remarks in such a condescending manner.

Didn't we agree that my secondary account can also come and show off?

Damn it, you, Vashj, have already installed it all by yourself, so what's the point of me planning for so long?

It's not that Duke doesn't have a trump card in his hand, but the reason why it is called a trump card is that it cannot be played easily.

This trump card is the magic network.

Wherever Mark Duku exists, there is magic network coverage. It is said to provide stable magic communication for the allies, but in fact, when necessary, it can become a special channel for Duku to mix private goods.

But Duke doesn't want to use it now.

Whether it is magic communication or magic power transmission, magic power propagates in the void, and the void is not a so-called superconductor without energy attenuation.

Is it easy for Duke to transfer magic from Azeroth through the Dark Portal and then cross the energy-poor Hellfire Peninsula?

For every 100 units of magic power transmitted, at least 80 to 95 units will be wasted.

If Duke wanted to send over the Sword Emperor among the Twin Emperors and unleash his demigod-level combat power, it would mean that he would have to consume half of the magic power that the magic net had accumulated with great difficulty.

Just imagining that situation made Duke's flesh ache.

However, Duke did not have any strong helpers at hand. To hold off Vashj, Brian might be able to fight with all his strength, but who was next to Vashj?

The system immediately confirmed that what Duke was thinking was correct—the unstable Hades, another difficult water elemental boss.

Three of the six giants of the Serpent Shrine have now arrived. Excluding the larger Ixora who is unable to hang around in shallow waters, Vashj may have two other bosses hiding behind.

How to do this?

Duke was worried sick.

It seems that Varian inadvertently became a target for diversion, and the plan obviously failed.

If Vashj attacks, what should I do if I don't want to waste all the magic power of the magic network?

I am desperate too!

At this moment, Brian made an imperceptible gesture, and the wizard in charge of magic communication immediately notified the captain of the flying battleship in the sky.

Another 4,000-pound bomb dropped from the sky.

"call out--"

Just the sound of the breaking wind falling from high altitude was enough to make the Griffin Legion soldiers in the distance feel their scalps tingling.

Duke sighed.

Sure enough, what happened next was as expected.

"Puff, puff!" When the giant bomb, which was slightly larger than a carriage, fell a hundred meters above Vashj, the entire bomb was suddenly wrapped in a larger water ball.

It looks as ridiculous as a piece of gummy bear.

"Puff!" The water ball wrapped in the big bomb showed unimaginable elasticity and fell from a high altitude, hitting Vashj less than twenty steps away. Not to mention exploding, there was not even a sound.

Duke and Brian's pupils suddenly shrank.

For some reason, Duke suddenly remembered a classic saying: "All bullets and shells are just flying props that fly a little faster."

right!

As long as there is a speed that is superior to theirs to eliminate their power, then bullets and artillery shells are no more than that.

The only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed!

To deal with a free-falling bomb is simply too easy for a strong person.

An unexpected change happened at this time.

There was no taunting, and no sign of a fight. Vashj held her longbow, which was extremely famous among players, with one hand on her left side, and the three arms on her right side actually made a salute gesture at the same time.

This time, Duke's pupils, which had already shrunk, suddenly shrank again, shrinking to the size of a pinhole.

The long-forgotten memory was suddenly triggered.

"I remember this gesture!" Duke's real body in Karazhan stood up suddenly.

Of course he remembered, because when he went back to the War of the Ancients and stayed in Queen Azshara's palace, every one of the queen's maids saluted him in this way. At that time, his identity was still the Void Lord Duke.

Suddenly, Duke thought of a possibility - the maid Celica who was abandoned by him because of her indecision when the city of Azshara was destroyed.

Could it be that Celica is...

This felt a little ridiculous, but the more I thought about Duke, the less sure I was.

That's right, Vashj in history was the maid of Queen Azshara. Later, for some unknown reason, she left the queen and ran away to work alone. Later, she joined Illidan and was eventually killed by the Cenarion Expedition and mortal heroes in the Serpent Temple in Outland.

This possibility gave Duke a chill.

This is not all good news.

Although he had left a backup plan for Celia, he had no idea whether it had been successfully implemented. He also didn't know what Celia's character would be like ten thousand years later.

Night elves are extremely long-lived.

Similarly, ten thousand years can completely change a person.

You know, even Tyrande, who bathed in the moonlight all year round, had a goddess to guide her, an adopted daughter to express her love for her, and a group of believers and a whole race to keep her busy, almost had her mind twisted.

Not to mention those guys who are suffering in the dark.

Illidan has been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and on the surface he is still willing to fight for Tyrande. In the original history, he also wanted to play the Duke from the bottom of his heart, but no one can guarantee anything in this life. Anyway, looking at his decisive killing, he is not far from being a psychopath.

Okay, let's switch to Vashj.

Let's assume that Celica is Vashj, so what?

In this life, Queen Azshara was the same as in history: she and the high-borne elite loyal to her miraculously survived the disaster, but were also tortured by the aftermath of the energy released by the Well of Eternity.

When the city of Azshara was dragged under the roaring sea by the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the desperate elves had to accept the curse of N'Zoth and had to accept their new form in order to survive - becoming hateful snake-like naga.

No one can guarantee that Celica will not be like Queen Azshara, constantly expanding her hatred and anger, and eventually falling into irreversible serious deformity and becoming crazy.

Here, seeing Duke's shocked expression, Vashj showed an intriguing smile on her face.

"It seems that today is not a good time for a decisive battle. So let's put it this way. I will wait for your arrival at the Serpent Temple with my strongest subordinates."

After saying that, he seemed to look at Duke again.