Arms are very expensive. Ever since the destruction of the old Silvermoon City, the national treasury has been running a rat race in order to rebuild the new Silvermoon City.
The most abominable thing is that after the Sun King Anasterian committed treason, he also let his confidants steal the treasury. This was not done on the day of treason, but after he joined the Lich King, he had waves of elves loyal to him stealing from the treasury, and most of them were mages in charge of magic circles...
This is also why Sylvanas doesn't want to please the magic faction.
After being in a high position for thousands of years, suddenly becoming a subordinate was something that no one could get used to. The fact that the four Windrunner sisters were from a ranger family meant that the two groups could not truly work together closely.
So basically, when we catch those mages, we leave their stuff behind and let them go.
Normally, if a country is destroyed and its treasury is emptied, collapse is the inevitable result. But the three Windrunner sisters are all Duke's women!
The Edmund family has been collecting royalties since 2 years after the Dark Portal, and Duke has a share in almost all new inventions.
For example, the railways throughout the Eastern Kingdom were all funded and built by Edmund.
Building the railway is free of charge; the manpower, material resources and even maintenance costs are all provided by the Edmund family.
Anyone who uses the railway must pay a fee, right?
Every carload of goods has to pay a fare. It seems cheap, but when calculated on the extremely exaggerated transportation volume, it is an astronomical figure.
This trick was learned from the Celestial Empire before Duke traveled through time.
Along the Belt and Road Initiative, I provide everything. I built railways, revitalized the economy, promoted logistics, and rapidly improved the living standards of local people. By the way, I also monopolized your market.
Anyway, the pancakes are getting bigger and bigger. Even though I eat the biggest portion, at least you eat much more than before.
As the richest family in the world, even if only a little bit of the wealth that trickles out from their fingers is enough for the revival of Sin'dorei.
Duke loves his woman so much. He is so awesome and rich that he can rival a country. It's not a joke.
If the queen runs out of money one day, she can make an emergency visit to Karazhan to unlock a new posture or something.
Because of this, the remaining mages in Quel'Thalas could not cause any trouble. They were either completely recruited by Queen Sylvia or gathered on Quel'Danath to serve as food intentionally or unintentionally.
Now that all the people with different political views have been gathered on the island and they have willingly degenerated into minions of the Burning Legion, there is no need to be polite.
"General Marian, all 388 magic Cannons are ready, please give instructions." A blood elf saluted Halduron.
The most important feature of the Alliance is that the military systems of all countries are unified into the Alliance standard, and even the military ranks are completely changed to non-commissioned officers, lieutenants, colonels and generals. The ranks of general or below can be awarded by each country. However, the military of each country is uniformly organized and numbered, and all independent numbers must be reported to the Alliance for approval before they can be implemented.
Halduron sighed, "The island of Quel'Danath has been occupied by the Shadow Blade Elves who have fallen into half-demons. There are no longer any of our compatriots there. So the Queen ordered us to fire at the island of Quel'Danath."
"I understand."
A few minutes later, a strange sound like "whoosh whoosh" rang out along the entire coastline. Looking over from the New Silvermoon City, it was as if bright and dazzling rainbows suddenly appeared on the shore, cutting through the sky, forming beautiful arcs, and finally falling into the island of Quel'Danath, where the Sunwell was located, the former holy land of the elves.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Loud explosions sounded everywhere on the island.
The elf who was in charge of lookout and monitoring the results of the battle had burst into tears without knowing when.
The tears flowed again after being wiped away, and were wiped away again after flowing.
Splitting from the night elves who refused to use and study magic, the High Elves have lived a life where magic is respected for a full eight thousand years. Deep in their bones, they have long been accustomed to the existence of magic, to the island that is regarded as a holy place by everyone, and to the Sunwell that always flows out huge amounts of magical energy.
But now they are going to destroy it single-handedly.
In the surveillance footage, the exquisite pavilions and towers have turned into brightly colored remnants that no longer have any artistic value.
The forest paths filled with birdsong and flowers turned into huge bomb craters.
This is a farewell to one's own racial history...
In the front-line command post quite close to the sea, Sylvanas and Lirath fell silent when they saw the elves crying in the picture.
Duke said, "Now you understand why I insisted that the Sin'dorei fire the first shot?"
If the Alliance fleet fired first, the Sin'dorei would always vent their anger on them for no apparent reason.
"The Hellfire is coming!" Lor'themar warned.
In the picture, countless stone giants as tall as three stories, with green flames burning all over their bodies, rushed out from their hidden places on the island with huge and fast steps.
These war machines, which have no intelligence and only simple tactical execution capabilities, once defeated the Alliance.
However, the era of having one trick to conquer the world is long gone.
"Let the magic puppet take over!" Sylvanas waved her hand.
Countless magic puppets with a unique purple-blue arcane glow walked out of the cleared passage with heavy steps, passed the blood elves' battle line, and lined up neatly on the shore.
Hellfire strode into the not-so-deep water.
Although there is sea water between the Island of Quel'Danath and the mainland of the Kingdom of Sin'dorei, it is actually a relatively shallow harbor, with the deepest part being only about twenty meters.
The hellfires with blazing flames rushed into the water. Of course, the evil flames on their bodies could not be extinguished so easily by the sea water. Instead, they evaporated the sea water madly.
"Puff puff!" On the water surface, you can clearly see the position of each Hellfire at the bottom of the water. Because of the high heat generated by the high temperature, a large number of bubbles emerge in the water.
A few minutes later, the Hellfire was already fighting the elves' magic puppets on the coast.
It was a very primitive fighting game, without any aesthetic appeal at all.
You hit me, I hit you.
In general, puppets are disassembled into parts more often and quickly, while Hellfires are much more durable.
"Holy Light Array, fire!" Hadron gave the order expressionlessly.
Half a minute later, a deafening roar came from the elves' rear formation.
Those were large-caliber mortars firing. Mortar shells infused with Stratholme holy water began to pour down on the beachhead. In addition, the water trucks that were temporarily converted from fire trucks sprayed golden water columns dozens of meters away. For a moment, the entire shore was shining with golden light, which was very beautiful.
In the command post, Duke yawned secretly.
He really had no interest in this kind of fight between two weaklings.
"Has our fleet arrived?" Duke asked Jaina in the magic mirror.
"Yes!"
Countless huge and tall shadows passed across the blue sea, as if the army of angels under the throne of God were pouring wave after wave of arrows from the sky to the mortal world.
The clouds were blown away wantonly, and the birds that were originally soaring in the sky screamed and fled in all directions.
A griffin was flying low over the sky, followed by the second, and the third. A huge group of griffins were flying in small groups. Although they were trying to keep their distance, there were too many of them. It looked like a swarm of locusts, blocking out the sky.
There are two colors of locusts. The white and yellow one is a griffin. The purple and black one is a hippogryph.
Since the Alliance has abundant resources, there is a lot of roughage to feed cattle and other livestock. Whenever the livestock are fattened, they are put in the hunting grounds for griffins or horned beasts to prey on.
Over the past twenty years, the number of Griffin Knights in the Alliance has exceeded ten thousand, and although the breeding of Hippogryphs started relatively late, the number has also exceeded four thousand.
This time, five thousand griffins and two thousand griffons were directly brought over.
The ones that truly cover the sky are not these birds.
It was a huge fleet that could not be counted by human eyes at once.
On the Skybreaker, the strong wind blew her long golden hair across her face. Jaina raised her chin, turned her body around with a hint of playfulness, and looked around the scene at a full 360-degree angle.
From her perspective, the vast space of hundreds of square kilometers, from the sea level to the horizon, looked like a flat arc. On the island at the far east end of the arc, the green aura of evil energy rose into the sky. On the farthest land, the golden aura flourished.
In addition, all places within sight were built by the Alliance members. They are the perfect combination of wisdom and military strength, and they exude a kind of glow that makes people feel proud.
In the mainland of the Kingdom of Sin'dorei, because the island of Quel'Danath is located northwest of the mainland, they can also see the fleet of huge steel ships stretching from the western sky to the sea.
Because of the sea level, it looked like a magic trick, with warships growing out of thin air one after another from that line.
The flying battleship seemed to be anchored in mid-air, but in an instant, it became larger and larger, occupying most of the sky.
On the sea surface, there were more densely packed black dots. At first, they were just black dots. When they unfolded the magic power reactors on the warships, the rune glow of the protective magic circle lit up, making the warships that had long abandoned their sails seem to have returned to the old era of crossing the sea by sailing ships.
Duke led the Alliance into the industrial age, which was also the age of steel.
When magic and technology are perfectly combined, we have this huge fleet with a total number of over three thousand ships.
What's even more terrifying is that this fleet is not the main force of the Alliance!
the Alliance's main fleet is still on the sea off the coast of Kul Tiras, waiting for the arrival of the Stormwind Kingdom's main fleet. After all, if they are acting, they cannot pull all the main fleets to the sea off Lordaeron, otherwise it would be too fake.
The main fleet is also the confidence that gives this squadron the courage to launch an all-out attack.
If the griffins and flying fleet just now were like locusts, then when the black fleet appeared above the ocean, for a moment, the elves thought they saw a school of sardines.
Ships that looked like stars because of the magic shield appeared in the vision of all elves.
The blood elves suddenly felt fortunate that although they were forced to abandon the old era where magic was respected, fortunately they caught the last train of the new era.
the Alliance's new warships have already refreshed the traditional concept of warship tonnage.
Once upon a time, at the end of the first Battle of the Dark Gate, Alleria arrived at Southsea Town with the elven fleet, using small frigates of dozens of tons.
Now?
Excuse me!
Frigates all start at 1,000 tons.
Destroyers from 5,000 tons.
There are over 10,000 cruisers.
The battleship weighed over 50,000 tons.
Of course, Duke didn't intend to build such a big one. However, the dwarfs' craftsmanship could not reach modern standards in terms of steel quality.
In order to maintain the strength of all indicators of the battleship, everything was made thick and hard.
Anyway, the Horde still has a large supply of iron ore, so the dwarves can afford it.
Then it turned into this bird.
Duke had long planned that one day, he would dismantle all those old warships and rebuild them...
The lightest frigates were the first to enter the elves' field of vision. Almost the moment they arrived, they formed a densely packed wheel-shaped defense formation to prevent attacks from any direction. As for artillery, the frigates were not equipped with strong equipment. However, they were equipped with a lot of depth charges.
There is no way. If it was just the Burning Legion, it would be easy to deal with because the demons in the legion don't like playing in the water.
The problem is that we have to guard against the Old God, N'Zoth, who is said to have a thousand tentacles!
Historically, N'Zoth was still playing a supporting role at this point in time.
However, after so many unexpected things happened, Duke no longer had much hope in the integrity of the goddess of fate.
It is better to always keep the initiative in your own hands.
First, the fastest frigates dispersed, followed by destroyers, and finally anti-aircraft cruisers protected the slower battleships as they entered the sea area.
This is true at sea and in the sky.
Small and medium-sized ships form three-dimensional formations with larger battleships as the center.
"Hiss——" the elves gasped.
With the sin'dorei firing first, the Alliance fleet no longer had any chance of survival.
"Fire!" Jaina ordered.
The huge Cannons on the battleships with a caliber of more than 400mm were the first to let out a shocking roar!
On the island of Quel'Danath, a shadow blade elf asked the Eredar twins who were the front-line commanders.
"the Alliance's Cannons are opening fire. We should put up a magical protective array."
Alesis frowned. "Most of the Sunwell's energy has been diverted to the summoning ritual."
Queen Sarolash nodded: "The important summoning ceremony cannot be interrupted, otherwise Lord Kil'jaeden will come back and skin us alive."
"Then let's defend the key areas."
"Abandon the rest of Quel'Danath."
Even though his body had turned into a half-demon, the Shadow Blade Elf's face still twitched.
But his soul no longer belongs to him, and the orders from the devil boss must be carried out without fail.
On the entire island, only the Sunwell Plateau had a magic shield rising up.
A few seconds later, there was a ground-shaking movement.
The Eredar twins both had expressions of horror on their faces.
No shells hit the Sunwell Plateau directly, but they heard a rustling sound coming from above the hall, as if something was breaking. They looked up and heard a loud bang, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the golden top wall, and then the left and right walls suddenly became asymmetrical.
One side began to rumble and sink.
My god, the Alliance's Cannons actually cracked this place! ?
"Lord Bruttalus! What should we do?" The Eredar twins simply passed the ball to the Lord of the Abyss.
A fallen phoenix is no better than a chicken. The twins who were once Kil'jaeden's confidants are now just ordinary demons that Kil'jaeden has not abandoned and can use at will.
In fact, the fact that the twins, who were good at working behind enemy lines and plotting conspiracies, had fallen to the level of frontline fighters, fully proved that they were not favored by Kil'jaeden. So after the medium-sized portal of the Sunwell was opened, it was not the twins who made the decision, but the pit lord Brutallus.
This extremely powerful Burning Legion warrior, who even after losing both of his arms had one arm attached to a giant double-edged sword and the other to a serrated scimitar, was a little worried at this time.
The Abyss Lords have always been trusted by the Legion's top brass and have been granted the position of vanguard and the power of front-line commanders, not because they are very good at planning, but because they have strong execution capabilities for orders.
Originally according to their estimation, the weak Sin'dorei Kingdom had no ability to counterattack. By the time they informed the Alliance of the incident and then slowly assembled their army, it would be too late.
Kil'jaeden had already completed his descent.
The situation was completely unexpected, and the Alliance's reaction was unexpectedly fast. I really don't know if it was a coincidence or intentional, but the Alliance pulled the fleet that was conducting military exercises nearby directly here, and it only took a few hours.
No matter how you look at it, there is a strong smell of conspiracy.
Brutallus knew very well that Lord Kil'jaeden had given a death order. If he couldn't hold on until the largest portal was opened, even he would be in trouble.
Look at how favored the Eredar Twins were back then, but now they can only be Cannon fodder.
If success comes this time, Gemini may still have a chance to turn the tables.
If you fail, hehe...
Brutalus glanced at the twins and found that they had actually pulled most of their souls and their own bodies over. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "These two bitches are really fighting hard!"
Pulling the main body over and investing most of the soul can certainly make the creature more powerful after it descends, but if it fails, the cost will be even more tragic.
When demons go on high-risk missions, few are willing to devote more than half of their souls, except for warriors like Archimonde. However, demons are demons, and of course they can't be so kind as to care about the lives of others, especially when they are of a different race.
The Abyss Lord, nicknamed Fatty by the players, hesitated for a moment and said, "The teleportation must continue. Lord Kil'jaeden had already anticipated the resistance of those tiny mortals. There is no need to worry. I will teleport a few more lords over here. In the meantime, you will be responsible for the defense."
After saying that, Bu Pang moved his fat dragon-shaped lower body and started running towards the Sunwell.
The Geminis look at each other, and they can communicate with each other with just a glance, showing their long-standing tacit understanding.
Seeing Bu Prestorave, the Gemini immediately started to set the pace.
"The teleportation ceremony must not be disturbed."
"Expand the range of the shield."
"If you don't have enough mana, use the Sunwell's reserves."
"Send out the Doomguard. Half of them will guard the sky above Quel'Danath Island, and the other half will attack the human floating fleet. Finally, we will attack the ones on the sea."
It sounded like every order from Gemini was appropriate and balanced, and it clearly implemented the will of the vanguard commander, and no one could find fault with it.
Although the demons below looked down on the twins who had been defeated many times, the twins' combat power was still at the lord level. Now they were holding the imperial sword, so the demons had no choice but to obey.
On the other side, seeing the actions of the Burning Legion in the magic mirror, Duke couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What?" Sylvanas didn't think there was anything wrong with dividing the Doomsday Guard into half to attack and half to defend.
Duke shook his raised index finger proudly: "Half of the strength is used for attack and half for defense. It seems safe, but there is a premise - that is, the opponent's strength is far inferior to ours. As long as the opponent's strength is similar to ours, then doing this is looking for death."
When Sylvanas heard this, she immediately understood.
This is like a person using 50 kg of force to punch and 50 kg of defense. If the opponent tries his best to hit back with 100 kg, how can he defend with only 50 kg of force? Then as a whole, when the defense fails, he will inevitably fail to launch an attack.
Duke boasted that the twins were his subordinates. Sylvanas didn't dare to believe it completely at first, but now she believes it at least 80%.
Duke winked at Tyrande at this time, and Tyrande immediately understood, opened the magic message and said something.
In the sky, a swarm of Doomsday Guards attacked fiercely.
There are not many of them, only about 500 or so, but their strengths are totally disproportionate to each other.
It's not that the Doomsday Guards are bragging. When they encounter a mere Griffin Knight, it's really no problem for one to beat ten. This is because it's an all-round crushing. Although Griffins and Hippogryphs are flying birds, they don't have long-range attack power.
The Doomguard is proficient in all kinds of shadow and fel magic.
The natural gap in range cannot be made up by the Griffin Rider's Storm Hammer or the Night Elves' bows and arrows.
Moreover, the power of fel energy has a miraculous effect on almost any type of armor. The only thing that can fight against fel energy is holy light.
In the eyes of the Doomsday Guardians, as long as these seemingly imposing birds enter the range of their magic, they will see a scene of withering with feathers flying all over the sky and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
I really don't know how these guys would feel when they see most of the raptors they have worked so hard to breed being killed in one encounter.
Their expressions of despair and grief must be amazing.
Unconsciously, they accelerated their flight and charged towards the Alliance's avian forces head-on.
Their killing intent was so strong that they did not notice that the distance between the birds in the Alliance had widened...
In front of the Alliance air fleet, on the bow of the most advanced ship, the Hood, a female general wearing dark purple armor, with every corner of the armor carved with intricate patterns, was standing with her arms folded across her chest, facing the wind.
The strong wind blew her long hair, making her gorgeous cloak almost level with the sea level, making a rustling sound.
Shandris Feathermoon, the great general who guards an area for the night elves, is regarded by others as the most powerful and beautiful example of an elf.
However, this female general, who always had a serious expression on her face, suddenly moved her tall ears and revealed a gentle expression.
"I know!"
In her field of vision, the front suddenly opened up because all the griffins and hippogryphs were stuck at the limit of the Doom Guard's range and scattered at once.
At this moment, all the Doomsday Guardians were in full view.
"It's my turn."
Shandris, no one ever thought that Tyrande's adopted daughter had such talent.
Since her parents died in the War of the Ancients and Shandris was adopted by Tyrande, she has grown up slowly. Although she has never joined the Sisterhood of Elune and is not a genuine priest of the Temple of the Moon, she is one of only two night elves who can use the skill of Lunar Railgun.
This move is called Falling Stars, which is actually a full-screen map Cannon move. Its power is so insane and cruel that it can destroy powerful enemies wherever it goes.
The only thing that restricts this move is not the power of the moon goddess Elune, but the mental power of the caster who guides the falling stars.
Apart from Shandris, only Tyrande, who holds the dual professions of high priest and ranger, has the ability to instantly lock onto more than a hundred dynamic targets with such super dynamic vision.
In addition, mental strength, magic power, and faith are indispensable.
Since Duke deliberately let Tyrande keep her ultimate skill, the task of eliminating these Doomguards fell on Shandris.
After a not-so-long spell, a magic circle with dense runes and constantly rotating unfolded under Shandris' feet. In the sky, ignoring the existence of sunlight, a pure white and soft beam of light descended from the sky, covering an area of ten meters around Shandris.
Countless magical runes and symbols representing the moon rotated clockwise on this pillar of light that reached from mid-air to the sky.
"In the name of the moon goddess Elune, die - demon!" With a heroic declaration from Shandris, countless purple light beams fell from the sky and focused on the forehead of each Doomsday Guardian.
No matter whether they were performing the Thomas Turn or the Snake Move, the light above their heads would move in complete sync with their movements, always aiming at their heads.
The next moment, as many pieces of star fragments fell on their heads as there were Doomsday Guardians.
That is a declaration of death and inevitable destruction.
When they finally realized that all the dodging was a joke, every Doomsday Guardian stopped and began to adjust their magic shields - if they couldn't dodge, then they would just take it.
Almost every Doomsday Guardian thinks so.
However, at this moment, the Alliance air fleet, which had already turned its ships sideways, together with the surface fleet below, suddenly launched a rain of holy light that all the demons would never forget with a unified command.
With eight-barreled pom-pom Cannons as the core and a considerable number of 40mm Bofors machine guns, the Alliance's new fleet, using holy light shells blessed by the Naaru, taught the Burning Legion a good lesson.
Once upon a time, mortals were extremely vulnerable in front of demons. Ordinary swords and knives were not even qualified to cut the demons. They were beaten into pieces by various spells before they even got close.
Even around the first year of the Dark Gate, not even the most capable paladin would laugh at the cowardice of ordinary soldiers, because all courage pales in the face of absolute power.
As for the so-called significance, only historians will praise it in great detail, but in fact it is useless.
Back then, Archimonde destroyed Dalaran with ease.
With just a wave of the hand, nothing mortals can do will help.
The magic tower, which seemed impregnable to mortals, was rumbling and shaking, and the bricks and stones used to build it were falling apart and rolling to the ground. The magic protection inscriptions engraved on the bricks and stones became the epitaphs of the mages.
Fel energy swept in like a storm, and then all the buildings began to tilt and collapse. The remaining mages could only watch as these buildings, which symbolized Dalaran's two thousand years of glory, cracked one after another and finally collapsed.
The Burning Legion's first official appearance was a silent mockery of the weakness of mortals.
But today.
Everything is different.
The flying ships, which already have integrated attack methods, are also equipped with a large number of magic Cannons.
In addition to the white smoke column, you can also see golden crystal-like spikes piercing out from the muzzle, crossing thousands of meters of void, and finally a torrential rain of golden light columns piercing into the group of Doomsday Guards like a sharp blade.
If they had just tried to withstand Shandris' Luna Orbital Cannon, they might have been able to hold out, but the combined attack cut off their last bit of luck.
These brutal flying creatures from the twisting void that had conquered countless planets and worlds had their wings pierced or their bodies pierced in an instant. They didn't even have time to let out a wail before they were turned into countless irregular parts and fell from mid-air, shedding a dirty blood rain with a green glow.
"here you go!"
"Did you hear that? Damn demon! This is the resistance of mortals!"
There was a burst of cheers in the Alliance.
At this moment, Sylvanas in the front-line command center also showed a satisfied smile. Demons like the Doom Guard are considered high-level troops in the Burning Legion.
He is almost omnipotent in the sky, underground and in the sea.
Moreover, their rich combat experience means that they rarely suffer losses.
Who would have thought that more than 500 Doomsday Guards would be killed instantly by the Alliance.
"If the demons don't send more troops, it won't be difficult to eat up the remaining demons."
Duke disagreed with Sylvanas' argument: "How is this possible? Even if we can just kill faster than the demons, I will be happy."
At this moment, the guard suddenly came to report.
When Sylvanas heard this, she said, "Let her in."
The person brought in by the guards was a beautiful female elf with a slim figure, fair skin and light blue hair. But no one in the command post would consider her a Sin'dorei or Quel'dorei.
She seemed to be quite emotional, so much so that she did not retract her dragon power.
Duke stood up, walked over, and extended his hand to the blue-haired ms.: "Welcome, ms. Madi Gosa."
"Forget the polite words. If you hadn't told me that I was absolutely sure to save Kalecgos, no one would have tried to stop me." The ms. called Madigosa seemed very unreasonable.
Duke smiled.
As soon as they hear the name Madigosa, people who are familiar with dragon surnames will know who she is.
As a member of the blue dragonflight and a good friend of the blue dragon Kalecgos, Madigosa joined the army without hesitation to fight against Kil'jaeden's evil plan.
The original history is: After Kalecgos was controlled due to his weak strength, she went deep into the heart of the Sunwell to find Kalecgos' whereabouts, and finally fought a decisive battle with the Lord of the Abyss - Brutallus.
Unfortunately, her strength was limited and she was eventually killed by Bu Pang.
The third boss of Sunwell Plateau, Femis, was transformed from the corpse of the female blue dragon Madigosa.
No one knew how much work Duke had done behind the scenes in order to wait for Kil'jaeden to enter the scene.
Let's do the math. Originally, there were six bosses in the Sunwell.
Due to historical changes, No. 5 M'uru has now become the patron saint of the Draenei's new capital, Exodar, in Azeroth.
No. 4 Eredar Twins, Duke said in response - haha!
No. 3 Femisi, I'm still standing here alive and well, and cursing me to die and become a skeleton dragon is the most shameless thing to do.
The fat guy No. 2 Brutalus is the only boss who is conscientious and responsible.
As for the idiot No. 1 Kalecgos...well, Duke silently admitted in his heart that he had deliberately forgotten about this guy.
The love story of Kalecgos, the blue dragon king who traveled through the future, was an interracial platonic romance. First, he tried to fuck a well but failed. Then, what Duke couldn't stand the most was that this heavy-mouthed monster got together with Jaina, who was already an old maid at that time.
Although in this life, Duke has dominated Jaina in all aspects, from the spirit to the body, with various instructions from Teacher Du and various postures unlocked, Duke is not really worried that Jaina will run away, but Duke still feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Duke accidentally decided to correct Kalecgos' bad habits for the sake of justice - the blue Dragonflight was not prosperous because of Kalecgos' unruly descendants. As a "good friend", Madigosa actually risked his life to go deep into the enemy's lair to save the dragon. Can it be explained by a simple friendship?
It's no longer a relationship that's more than friendship but less than love. Looking at how nervous she is, she almost wishes she could die for Kalecgos.
How could Duke not help such a good girl?
Duke casually clicked on a magic mirror, and saw the dragon-shaped Kalecgos shaking his head and making a low roar.
Duke noticed that the big blue dragon sister had clenched her hands into fists, and her nails were probably digging deep into her palms.
Fortunately, Matigosa had not completely lost his mind. He just asked nervously: "What's the situation with Kalecgos? Is his life in danger? Where did this magic mirror come from?"
"Kalecgos can't die, but his soul is suppressed by the soul of a dreadlord and is in a state of frenzy. As for this magical mirror image... You have to know that the Isle of Quel'Danath was once the territory of the Sin'dorei, and I was the one who rebuilt the Sunwell, so it's normal to keep some tricks. Besides, my high-level spies in the Burning Legion are also helping us pave the way. Kalecgos will be fine. As long as the Legion completes this teleportation, all the cards will be in place."
The confident smile on Duke's face made Matigosa feel relieved.
The cooperation between Wyrmrest Temple and Duke has always been very pleasant. Since the cooperation to kill Deathwing, Duke has never let Wyrmrest Temple down. Moreover, killing Neltharion is also tantamount to helping the Blue Dragonflight to avenge the annihilation of the group.
In the blue dragon army, except for the grumpy Malygos, the other blue dragons have a very good impression of Duke. If we must describe his reputation, it would be solidified worship.
After the initial excessive panic and tension subsided, Madigosa finally remembered that the seemingly ordinary human in front of him was actually a demigod of Azeroth who could stand on equal footing with the dragon kings.
Matigosa bowed deeply and said, "I was too nervous just now. Please forgive me if my tone offended Lord Edmund."
"It's okay." Duke waved his hand generously and glanced at Tyrande: "If my lover was caught by the devil, I would go crazy too."
The elder blue dragon sister's face instantly turned red, like a steamed ummie. She didn't notice that Tyrande had a similar expression.
Tyrande really didn't know whether to be thankful or ashamed. She was caught that year, and was actually handed over to Duke...
Well, no players have paid attention to Big Sister Blue Dragon's past life. It can be said to be a secret love in history, and now it has finally surfaced.
"So what should we do now?" Madigosa asked.
Duke smiled and said, "The best hunters should learn patience. Even if we do nothing now, our 'hounds' will still bring the prey to the range of our shotguns."
As if to confirm this statement, the Sunwell was in chaos.
"The First Doomsday Guard Battalion was completely wiped out."
"Should we send the Second Doomsday Guard Brigade?"
"The front lines show unexpectedly heavy mortal firepower, with traces of Draenei Light weapons."
"Please give me instructions!"
In the Sunwell's command post, every Eredar warlock in charge of communications unconsciously spoke with a tone of tension and a hint of panic.
At this time, it should be Fatty Bu who has arrived.
There was no one else in the entire Sunwell except him who could hear the footsteps that were like an earthquake.
Besides him, there was a bunch of messy and heavier footsteps.
The door of the hall where the command center was located burst open, and Fatty strode in with a group of Void Lords. Behind him were two Doomguard Lords, three Fel Lords, and five Dreadguard Lords.
The Eredar twins just took a quick glance and lost interest in watching any further. Due to the quality limitation of the portal this time, only low-level Void Lords could come.
"Okay, now it's time to attack. Twins, you, together with Banatli and Febus, attack the flying fleet on the sea. Penlit, you and your brother, attack the elves' coastline forces..."
Originally, Fatty Bu was about to speak out all the arrangements he had thought of in one breath, but suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a smile on Oreses' lips.
Fatty Bu suddenly felt unhappy.
In his eyes, the Legion is always invincible. If the planet Azeroth did not have that damn titan protection array, the Legion would have destroyed the planet a thousand times already.
Since you come to Azeroth to gain military merit, why should you let those bitches like the twins get away with it?
Bruttalus changed his tone: "Wait, Gemini, you should stay in the Sunwell. You Eredar are the best at those complicated magic circles."
There was a hint of disappointment on the faces of the Eredar twins, just a little bit. As drama queens, they grasped the right balance to perfection.
To say nothing at all would not suit their current status, and to appear too depressed would be too fake.
Fatty Bu is smiling happily here, but actually the happiest one in his heart is Gemini!
Just like that, three Fel Lords and five Dreadguards, a total of eight Void Lords, rushed out of the Sunwell with great momentum and headed straight towards the Alliance fleet.
The remaining two Doomsday Guard Lords rushed to the shore defense line.
Duke chuckled and tapped the armrest of the chair with his right index finger in a rhythmic manner: "Really, who gave you the courage to challenge the mighty ones of Azeroth?"
On the other side of the sea, Duke had already made arrangements, but on this side, he originally planned to let Sylvanas cooperate with Tirion to deal with the demon lord.
At this time, Duke glanced at Big Sister Blue Dragon. It would be a waste to make use of the thugs who came to the door!
"ms. Madi Gosa, there are Doomguard leaders attacking from the sky now. Could you please deal with one?"
The elder Blue Dragon sister quickly bowed and said, "It is my honor to serve Master Edmund, who has done a great favor to the Blue Dragonflight."
On the coastline, the blood elves were a little panicked.
The pressure from the two Doomsday Lords was too great.
Lower mysteries are destined to be defeated by higher mysteries.
The blessing of the holy light of the Naaru can defeat any demon below the lord level, but for those above the lord level, it can only be king against king, general against general.
the Alliance's cutting-edge Holy Light Phalanx air defense system could not break through the light green magic shield surrounding the Lord of Doom.
The blood elves were just relying on their blood and frantically pulling the triggers of their anti-aircraft artillery, but in fact it was a complete waste.
Just as Lor'themar and Halduron saw that the queen in the rear did not say anything, they had already taken down their longbows and prepared to attack on their dragonhawks. At this time, two dragon roars like thunder resounded in all directions near the rear command post.
"Long live the Queen!"
"Long live the Dragon Knight!"
In the open space next to the command post, two huge and elegant creatures were spreading their wings.
The once fallen red dragon Vaelastrasz, and Madigosa, one red and one blue dragon, are ready to fight.
Vaelastrasz was betrayed by the black dragon prince Nefarian, and his strength can never be restored. In fact, his current strength is only at the level of an adult dragon, and he cannot return to the level of an ancient dragon.
If we only consider the dragon's combat power, it is not even as good as Madigosa.
However, the old red dragon is just a mount now. If a real fight breaks out, Sylvanas on its back must also be taken into account!
Sylvanas' eyes were as fast as lightning and her face was frosty. She held in her hand the most powerful epic bow that this era could have - the Dark Bow of the Betrayer taken from the treasury of Illidan's Black Temple.
If the bowstring is removed, it will look more like a crescent-shaped longbow. In addition to having the most powerful long-range attack bonus, it also has close combat effectiveness.
On the bow, the upper and lower ends are like two slender crescent blades, and there are three sharp blades extending from the front of the handle, like fist blades. The back end of the handle is directly connected to a typical gauntlet. As long as Sylvanas is willing, this can be an extremely sharp melee weapon.
Under the hood, her long golden hair flowed out a little, and with the black cloak with gold edges fluttering in the wind behind her, Sylvanas looked heroic and full of fighting spirit.
"Go ahead! Valastrasz."
The old red dragon let out another long roar and flapped its wings vigorously.
Although the elven guards around had gone away early in the morning, the sand and rocks stirred up by the dragons when they took off were still like a sandstorm, rolling up all kinds of debris in the sky. After the two dragons flew into the sky, the debris began to fall like rain.
Halduron and Lor'themar stared up at the two pairs of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun, rising higher and higher. When the shadows of the dragon wings almost covered a small square, both of them opened their mouths slightly.
The enormous red dragon looked like the most magnificent work of art. Almost every blood elf soldier looked at the red scales glittering in the sun with admiring eyes.
The scales reflected the sunlight, making Queen Sylvanas look like she was shrouded in a sacred and inviolable aura of fire.
"Sure enough, Sylvanas is the true pride of us elves." Halduron's voice was like a dream.
"Yes!" Lor'themar felt the same way.
Two dragons and a dragon rider flew in front of the Doomguard Lord and hovered three hundred meters away. Sylvanas raised her head and looked at the demon lord in the sky with her icy eyes.
"You insignificant mortal! Why don't you kneel down...ah——"
Sylvanas was not happy at all about the demons of the Burning Legion. Although the Mage Faction was the intended traitor and was to be killed together, she still felt unhappy.
Sylvanas nodded her boots, and Valastrasz immediately understood. After being rescued after the fall, his sustained fighting ability was much worse, and his instantaneous explosive power was not strong. It might be a bit difficult for him to bully the primary void lord by himself.
Don't forget there is also Sylvanas!
Bending the bow and drawing the arrow, every movement is so smooth.
If Sylvanas had just touched the threshold of demigod when she fought against the Sword Emperor in Ahn'Qiraj, now she has already stepped half a foot into the demigod realm, and all she needs to do is to completely step into it.
Duke now has so many genuine demigods in his hands, and he feeds Sylvanas with moves whenever he has time. Except for Onyxia, who is hard to hold back in dragon form, the other two emperors and Vashj are the best. Especially Vashj, her thunder arrows were taught to Sylvanas without reservation.
So when the arrow in Sylvanas' hand lit up with a thunderous light that even the sunlight could not cover its brilliance, the Doomsday Guard Lord was stunned.
Valastrasz took the opportunity to pounce, and his four dragon claws suppressed the Doom Guardian's limbs at once, and his dragon mouth was about to bite the guy's neck.
For the thick-skinned Doomsday Guardian Lord, this was not fatal. What was really scary was that Sylvanas on the dragon's back leaned out and shot him in the stupid mouth at close range!
With a "boom" sound, the original position of the lord's head was suddenly replaced by an extremely dazzling purple-blue lightning.
Over there, when Matigosa was fighting fiercely with another lord, the situation on the sea also changed.
At first, not many lords noticed that some mysterious force lowered the sea level by dozens of centimeters in an instant.
Soon, a visible white line suddenly appeared on the sea between the fleet and the island of Quel'Danath. When the sea split and separated to the left and right with a roar, a deep valley and two parallel waterfalls were revealed.
Millions of tons of sea water are pouring down from the cliffs on both sides.
Even with the help of telescopes, the Alliance soldiers could see the situation on the seabed!
In the not-so-deep shallow sea, a six-armed female Naga sat on a coral reef on the seabed with her snake tail coiled.
There was clear mockery on her beautiful face.
"Azeroth is the territory of us Azeroth creatures. Go back to where the demons came from and die!"
Then the Alliance soldiers saw a spectacle that they would never forget - Vashj's undoubted demigod power not only split the two-kilometer-long sea surface into two, but also two huge sea tornadoes as high as a kilometer suddenly rose up with her as the center!
The huge waves immediately covered the eight demon lords. The violent current, with a force of thousands of tons, forcibly pulled all the lords to the bottom of the water.
When the abnormal, split sea surface became a normal sea surface again, the waves in front of us became turbulent. From time to time, huge shock waves were seen, causing the sea surface to swell up like a hill, followed by a column of water that shot up into the sky.
the Alliance naval officers and soldiers, mainly Kul Tirans and Stormtroopers, felt as if they were a little dizzy. They seemed to see a huge aquatic monster swimming through the gaps in the fleet and rushing to the bottom of the water.
Another Alliance soldier swore that he saw giants on the seabed in relatively shallow waters.
"Hehe! You don't know! That's another group of Nagas who were influenced by Lord Edmund and pledged allegiance to the Alliance. This Storm Naga Clan is stronger than the previous group. There are also the loyalty of the giant fish and the deep-sea giant leader."
"I heard that the female Naga named Celega has become as powerful as a demigod."
"Wow! That's amazing!"
the Alliance soldiers who had just returned from the Outlands were boasting proudly, and the group of new recruits nearby were listening with great interest.
The fierce battle on the seabed extended from the relatively shallow water area to the deeper trenches on the south and north sides. Soon, the turmoil on the sea surface gradually subsided.
I don't know if it's because the water is too deep and the waves below can't affect the sea surface, or if the battle is coming to an end.
In the Sin'dorei's command post, Tyrande sighed softly, "You got a great bargain. A demigod came with so many powerful subordinates."
The corners of Duke's mouth twitched slightly, but he was sensing the underwater battle with the magic net with great interest.
In the deep sea, observing the enemy with the naked eye is just a joke. When the turbulence of the elements and the deliberately muddy water currents are mixed together, the demon lord who is unfamiliar with underwater combat is doomed to end in tragedy.
Moreover, only the top-level high-level Void Lords can withstand the demigod-level strongmen, and they must be in relatively favorable terrain.
The sea is the home ground of the Naga. As long as N'Zoth doesn't come out to cause trouble, Vashj is almost invincible.
N'Zoth didn't dare to come out, after all, Vashj was only dealing with a few ignorant junior void lords, not at full strength, and Duke and Elune on the Alliance side hadn't really taken action yet. If he ran out to ambush Vashj, it would be like him foolishly taking the blame for the Alliance's targeting of Kil'jaeden.
The most cunning Enzos would certainly not do such a good thing that would harm himself and benefit others.
Duke did not intend to let Vashj fight with all her strength. She and the leaders of the Serpent Temple came here just to keep the peace.
To be honest, it is enough to leave the trivial tasks of beating up the demon lords to the three leaders: Yusla, Mologri Tidewalker and Unstable Hydros.
Except for the initial move of pulling the demon lord down, Vashj was just watching the show in the following battles. Even the Deep Water Lord Karathras just stayed beside her on guard.
Over the waters of the outer ring of Quel'Danath Island, after dealing with the Doom Lord, Sylvanas directly drove the red dragon to circle around the outer ring of the island. Now her thunder arrows can ensure that within a thousand-meter range, any enemy below the boss level that appears in her field of vision will be killed instantly.
Don't be fooled by the Doom Guard's arrogant appearance just now. When Sylvanas shot it, it felt like an old hunter shooting turkeys in the wild. It was not difficult at all.
Seeing the Doomguards fleeing in all directions and being caught up and shot to death by their own queen, wave after wave of cheers broke out on the blood elf front.
Once upon a time, they were obsessed with destroying enemies with large-scale lethal magic. Now, it seems that this kind of violent aesthetics of continuous arrows is also exciting.
Originally, the number of arrows limited Sylvanas' attack power. Since Sylvanas broke through herself, she began to focus on elemental control. Now, unless the enemy is strong, she will not use the arrows in the quiver on her back. She will condense lightning into arrows to kill the enemy directly.
In the Sunwell, Fatty's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The Burning Legion lords and the air force he was so proud of, who were all killed in just a few rounds.
He was really hit on the left cheek and then on the right cheek.
He now had no interest in recruiting more demon lords, as the size of the portal limited the level of the lords who could come through.
Continuing to pull people over at this stage is more like gaining experience for those tiny mortals.
"Twins, if there are any more artillery shells coming, fly up and shoot them down. We have to endure it for now and switch to strategic defense. After the portal expands... hehe!" The twins had to accept Fatty Bu's orders.
When the Alliance's artillery fire came again, along with the twins, more than a hundred Eredar warlocks flapped their wings and slowly flew into the sky. They hid in the Sunwell magic circle that only people could enter and exit, and fired at the incoming shells.
This is just like the close-range machine guns used by modern warships before Duke traveled through time, using super-dense barrages as a line of defense to block the incoming shells.
Thanks to the Sunwell's almost infinite supply of magic power, the array is not afraid of elemental magic attacks. They only need to focus on dealing with the incoming shells.
At first glance, the effect seems quite good.
In the command post, Duke laughed: "Huh? The effect is quite good. Pass the order, the landing battle begins!"
At the command, the Alliance fleets on the sea and in the air suddenly became lively.
First, the naval guns no longer aimed at Sunwell Plateau, but instead focused on attacking the predetermined beach landing point.
Just because a place looks like there is nothing there doesn't necessarily mean it is a safe zone. Using artillery to plow it once can at least give you peace of mind.
The 203mm cruiser main guns were responsible for the Sun Bay Port in the north of the island, while all the big bombs above 400mm were sent to the buildings in the middle of the island and the Mage Platform in the northeast - where Kael'thas once lived.
Although there is actually no special significance in bombing that place, before Du traveled through time, he could not spawn the famous white chocobo in World of Warcraft on the mage platform.
The dark-hearted Du just happened to be there...
Flying in the sky, Sylvanas was sighing secretly. With this, the backbone of the mage faction might be completely broken.
Throughout history, the most feared thing is the loss of inheritance. Without the historical texts and architectural relics needed to carry the inheritance, there will be no core of culture.
It should be said that this is the inevitable end of the upper elves and high elves who are madly pursuing the secrets of magic by any means necessary.
After the artillery covered a circle, thousands and thousands of murlocs rushed ashore "wow wow wow". As the veritable Cannon fodder among the vassal races, landing on the beach, exploring the way and stepping on mines were naturally the tasks done by the murlocs whose lives were worthless.
In fact, the effect of the artillery was not very good. Those who died were basically demonized half-elves, not real demons from the Burning Legion, so the loss was not that great.
Vashj also saw their resistance.
The scene of thousands of Nagas swaying their long snake tails, surging up from the bottom of the sea and quickly landing on the beach shocked the Alliance.
It's hard to imagine what the scene would be like if you encountered so many Nagas when landing.
Not to mention the old wooden boats, even the landing ships built by Duke with his own drawings would be doomed if they encountered the Naga tribe. Humans and other mainstream races in the Alliance were still helpless in large-scale underwater combat.
Druids turned into seals... Well, last time in Zangarmarsh, many elite druids died, and Fandral Staghelm is still extremely resentful. He said that Duke should have killed Vashj early in the morning and everything would be fine.
In the 25th year of the Dark Portal, the Alliance has abandoned wooden warships and replaced them with new warships made of steel. Although they look ugly, the improvement in defense and survivability is real.
Amphibious warships with landing craft at the stern were also built, but the new diesel boiler engines still had various problems, which was an inevitable byproduct of rapid development.
However, there is no need for a dock, and the new tanks can be transported directly to the beach. Once the Alliance commanders have experienced the feeling of forcibly pushing forward, they will love it.
Not only in Sunny Bay, but also in other directions of Quel'Danath Island, there were landing ships landing on the beach. In the place closest to the elves' homeland, Arthas directly froze the harbor and walked over.
Now that the well-prepared alliance has suppressed the demon's counterattack, they first dispatched the small boats stored in the cellar near the old site of Silvermoon City, and then had the engineers build a pontoon bridge.
Led by the Paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, they launched a charge.
the Alliance has launched a large-scale counterattack, and the Burning Legion will not sit idle either.
Demons of all levels continued to pour out of the ready-made portals. Under the orders of the front-line commander, they began to counterattack the Alliance on the beach.
In many places, the murlocs were mowed down by the demons like grass. If it weren't for the Nagas, the murlocs would have collapsed long ago.
The loss of Cannon fodder in the front ensured that the losses of the Alliance soldiers would not be too great.
The war spread across the entire island of Quel'Danath.
At the same time, a little bit away from the center of the Sunwell, a surge of terrifying energy that spread throughout the sky and the earth finally burst out.
A golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, crushing all the clouds in the sky. Then, a faint smell of destruction spread.
It was a smell very much like a volcanic eruption, similar to sulfur, and full of a burning scent.
Along with the burning breath, there was also a familiar evil - the evil energy emitted by the highest-level demons, which spread out.
It is entirely conceivable that Kil'jaeden is already waiting on the other side of the portal.
In the command post, the Alliance leader was holding a video conference.
Duke held his chin with one hand, smiling: "Is it finally starting?"
Duke then glanced at Madi Gosa, who had already dealt with his opponent and returned. Looking at that restless face, Duke said, "It seems you are not willing to wait too long. How about this, you must swear the Dragon King's oath and fight only in human form, then I can let you in without worry."
"Why?" demanded Madigosa.
Duke snapped his fingers, and a three-dimensional map of Sunwell Plateau appeared in front of everyone.
"This is the latest information. The entire Sunwell Plateau has actually been blessed by an extremely powerful space magic array. There is only one way in."
Jaina in the magic mirror asked: "Even you can't break a way out?"
"It's not impossible, but it would be very dangerous. This is an extremely clever reinforcement based on the protective magic circle that has been built for thousands of years in the Sunwell. Because the Sunwell and the Well of Eternity are essentially elemental energy that overflowed from the planet Azeroth. The so-called bottle of water from the Well of Eternity turned into the Sunwell, but that was just a trigger. Forcibly destroying this magic circle would most likely mean another big explosion."
Duke's words made every leader feel a little uneasy.
The Well of Eternity was blown up ten thousand years ago, causing the entire continent to collapse.
What about this time?
Except for Sylvanas who was fighting outside, the three Windrunner sisters all became nervous.
Duke shrugged. "Once the Sunwell explodes, at least the Sin'dorei homeland will be destroyed. It may even affect Lordaeron. Of course, I estimate that the New Lordaeron City will not be destroyed, but Stratholme will be in danger."
the Alliance leader's scalp tingled when he heard this, and Irel jumped up and said, "If it's so dangerous, why did they use the Sunwell as bait?"
Alleria spoke up: "First, how to deal with the Sunwell is the internal affairs of the Sin'dorei Kingdom, and the Alliance has no right to interfere. Secondly, Duke probably didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Duke said: "I didn't know the Burning Legion's space magic could be so terrible. Magic is indeed a very profound subject. Even a demigod like me can't comprehend it."
Duke glanced at the blue dragon sister and said, "Okay, back to the topic. Because of the space magic array, the space available for fighting in Sunwell Plateau is very limited. According to intelligence, the blue dragon Kalecgos is guarding the first level, and the space there is really not very big."
As Duke called up the circular platform where the Sunwell 1st Elder was located, Madi Gosa frowned. It was a place with a diameter of less than 300 meters. It was indeed a large square for humans.
For the Dragonflight, this cannot meet the needs of combat at all.
If Kalecgos went crazy and Madi Gosa had to transform to stop him, then this place would turn into a hand-to-hand fight without any skills, and only the one with the strongest vitality and defense would survive. This was something Madi Gosa absolutely did not want to see.
At this time, Duke clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention again.
"Kalecgos is not our enemy, he is just controlled. So what we really have to deal with is the soul of the dreadlord that possesses him. Please do a rehearsal later."
Soon, the leaders of the Alliance, who were also the strongest men in their country, walked out of the portal.
Duke had Madigosa transform into a dragon on a prepared field, and had everyone rehearse how to move and find the portal, because this was a battle that switched between two worlds.
Basically, if the strategy is correct, you have to beat up Kalecgos first, and then the unconscious guy will open a portal, allowing the heroes to enter a dark underworld and beat up the real lord, the Corruptor Sasovar.
Duke would not participate in this battle. Firstly, it was a bit embarrassing for a demigod to beat up Kalecgos, who was not even an ancient dragon. Secondly, he was not sure that his real body could enter the nightmare space.
The demigod's mental power was so strong that it might even blow up Kalecgos' mental world. It was not good that the Blue Dragon King, who was a backup, became mentally retarded.
Kalecgos is a jerk for being able to be controlled by a mere dreadlord. Do you think Uther can be easily controlled?
Even the two famous cases of control in history: Saidan Dathrohan was knocked down by the Dreadlord after he was left alone, and the lord controlled his body after he died; and Alexandros Mograine was killed after being betrayed by his son, and then he was controlled.
Arthas' worldview was shattered by a series of conspiracies, which led to his eventual fall.
How could he be mind-controlled as soon as Kalecgos came on the field...
There is no way. Duke dislikes the blue dragon king Malygos. In case Malygos commits suicide as he did in history, he has to leave some seeds for the blue Dragonflight.
Alas! Who says I am a good person?
Duke took out a small seed and handed it to Madigosa: "In order to prevent Kalecgos from becoming an idiot due to severe mental damage, if you see anything wrong when the Dreadlord's mental space collapses, just throw the seed in. This can at least ensure that Kalecgos does not become an idiot."
The elder Blue Dragon sister accepted it solemnly and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Edmund."
No one dared to have much hope for the guys captured by the Burning Legion. The demons had plenty of ways to torture the captives. But a little more hope was always good.
After all, his own king had already told Kalecgos to go to hell. The only person he could rely on was this demigod who had a very good relationship with the Dragonflight.
Duke suddenly said for no apparent reason: "Yes, Madi Gosa, you like Kalecgos, right?"
The older sister blushed and stammered, "Uh, actually...well, we are very good friends."
I didn't dare to say that I had a crush on him, but calling him friends seemed too light. In the end, we became "very good" friends.
Two dragons talking about love can be so awkward. Duke was also drunk just thinking about it.
Okay, let me, Du Yue Lao, help you.
Duke seemed to hesitate for two seconds, then said, "Actually, I know Kalecgos has a bit of a quirk. He prefers human females, at least females with human female appearance. How about you change into a human female appearance for me to see?"
"Uh." She still wanted to deny it instinctively, but in the end, Madigosa was possessed and activated the ultimate transformation, turning into a human woman.
"Well, the contour of the face here can be softer, and the corners of the eyes can be slightly elongated..." Duke's instructions seemed like he had become the best plastic surgeon in the world, and he eventually turned Madigosa into a version between Anveena and Jaina.
"Will he...really like my appearance?"
"Yes, that's right. I can guarantee it. I believe that after you save Kalecgos, he will definitely like you very much."
"real!?"
"I'm sure! Well, it's time to go, go! Madigosa, rescue Kalecgos. Then fulfill your dream--"
Then, Matigosa really ran off happily to prepare for the attack.
This scene stunned Tyrande and other onlookers nearby.
How did the great cause of fighting the Burning Legion turn into a blind date event?
Duke frightened the Alliance leaders with just one sentence: "Don't think Kalecgos is so funny. He is a blue dragon with the potential to become a dragon king. Of course, he is not as good as Malygos, but we must be prepared for everything. The planetary protection array formed by the five-color dragon kings must not be lost."
Killing Deathwing Neltharion in advance directly weakened the planetary protection array, and this evil consequence has long been reflected. In the past ten thousand years, the array has been weakened.
Fortunately, Duke recently coaxed Onyxia to work. Although she is still not as good as the authentic black dragon king Neltharion, at least the five-colored dragon kings have been reassembled, which is better than when there were only four dragon kings left.
Otherwise, when the pressure increases, it will easily collapse.
Historically, it was only when several dragon kings were almost dead that the Burning Legion launched a full-scale invasion and directly used interstellar battleships for airborne operations.
In the following time, the Eredar Twins used more energy from the Sunwell to reinforce the Sunwell's protective array. If they wanted to break a hole, they had to crack the magic array very close to the gate.
This will not be easy, as the Legion's resistance is fierce.
the Alliance landed on the beachhead, but every inch of land had to be fought over repeatedly. The several existing space portals in the Sunwell continuously sent elite demons here. If it weren't for the Paladins on the front line and the fleet's almost crazy support with holy light shells, the old Alliance might have suffered heavy losses.
After all, it was a battle that would cost lives regardless of whether one could win or not.
Originally in history, it was the Draenei led by Velen who formed the military organization of the Broken Sun and attacked the demons of the Legion with all their might. After all, during that period of history, the human paladins had already withered a bit, and there were not many strong ones left.
But there are so many changes in this life.
The Paladins were still at the forefront, but there were three of them - the Silver Hand, which was mainly composed of humans and led by Tirion Fordring; the Draenei Paladins, led by Vindicator Maraad; and the Blood Elf Paladins, now led by Countess Liadrin.
The three paladins attacked in turns, and together with the elite infantry of each Alliance family, the rangers trained by the Windrunner family, and the Dalaran Mage Corps, they fought very well.
Although it seems that the Alliance suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield, in fact, Alliance soldiers dragging their comrades back can be seen everywhere.
As long as the person doesn't die on the spot, the priests can basically save him.
After seven days of siege, no alliance army suffered more than 20% casualties.
However, despite the fierce fighting on the front lines, this was actually a low-intensity war, because the lord-level demons never stepped out of the magic circle of the Sunwell again.
Even the newly teleported demon lords all hid in the magic circle and refused to come out.
A group of lords were blocking the door. Even if they forced the magic circle open, ordinary troops would be helpless if they rushed in.
In fact, everyone was waiting for Duke's order, but Duke was waiting for the progress of Kil'jaeden's coming.
This created a weird situation.
Starting from the time the Sunwell was captured, when the sun of the seventh day rose from the horizon, the flying fortress Naxxramas arrived.
"Attack with all your strength and put some pressure on the eggs."