Chapter 978 should have this disaster

  The arrival of Kil'jaeden in history took advantage of Kaizi's madness, and many things were readily available. Kai Zi's loyal blood elf guards, Sunwell's magic constructs that have not yet been eliminated, and so on.

   After all, Kil'jaeden is a standard stowaways to Wyrmrest Temple and even the whole of Azeroth, and the number of demons that can be sent in is always limited.

   In this life, the Battle of Sunwell Heights was no longer there, but the Second Sea Mountain War. Except for Akmonde's corpse, the Burning Legion really didn't have the upper hand.

   After Longmian Temple reacted and the dragons ran to the void battlefield to block the loopholes in the space cracks, the Burning Legion was still able to send troops, but the quality and quantity were greatly reduced.

  Under the pull of many parties, McDonald's peace of mind and slowly increase his troops.

In Felwood Forest, the lush greenery of the past has become history. The towering trees here were first pushed flat by the fallen mountain giant and the fallen war tree, and then they were poisoned by the mecha troops. Finally, when the alliance artillery troops arrived , it's clean here.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   Countless shrapnel stabbed into the bark of the fallen tree like a triangular blade thrown by a blade-throwing car, but did not pierce it completely, but the flames brought by the shrapnel caused the bark to scorch and roll over, and the crown of the tree caught fire.

  The frenzied roar from the demon commander dominated the suffering soul of this ancient war tree, and it strode forward with its thick legs clasped by ten people, towards its former compatriots in the distance.

   Countless artillery pieces were roaring, and shells were pouring down on it, making the Treant walk like a storm.

   Nothing can stop it from taking its own steps towards its former companions. This is not firmness, but a destructive self-salvation.

   At this moment, I don’t know how many night elves shed hot tears.

   They can't do anything.

   can only watch helplessly as the human cannons destroy their fallen comrades step by step.

"boom!"

  The huge ancient war tree can even serve as the barracks of the night elves. Unfortunately, a 155mm howitzer shattered the human face exposed by the ancient war tree.

   Even so, it didn't stop until more shells came down...

   The demise of this fallen tree man is like a microcosm of the war at this stage, and the demons are beginning to be unable to rush into the front of the alliance.

   On the ground, the Burning Legion lacked large, thick-skinned assault troops like the Abyss Lord.

  In the air, the limited transmission of the portal makes the Legion's doomsday guards, the main force of the air force, seriously insufficient.

   The low-level bat demons must be large enough, but they are useless!

Looking at the dense locust-like mephits in the distance, [Twisting Street Fighter] sipped a mouthful of music, hiccupped, pulled the cannon handle of the [Whirlwind] anti-aircraft gun, and looked at the [Dongfeng] next to it. Anti-aircraft vehicle: "Are all demons so tough?"

[Feng Yuzu] next to    smiled: "Not right? What are you betting on this time?"

   "Whoever kills the least loses two cases of Coke."

"it is good!"

   After a short while, a dense humming sound of "Tu Tu Tu!" resounded throughout the valley.

  Humans weave a web of destruction with the torrential rain of guns.

   Don't look at the bat demon's wingspan of more than three meters, it looks very fierce, with their small body, how can it be possible to carry a 20mm cannon?

   A random shot is a blood hole the size of a basin. A shuttle passed by, and it easily brought out a large amount of dirty blood rain.

What? And the fish slipping through the net?

   That proves that the barrage is not enough!

  【Worn Knight Sword】: "Brothers on the port side, let's have some barrage!"

  Then the demon on the left side of his vision poured blood mold, what kind of shotgun, the chain lightning brought by the wind element crystal, poured into the brain.

   All of a sudden the horizon is clean.

   In the last seamount war, Mengde benefited from the cooperation of the filthy demon king who was still his dogleg at the time, and at least there was a powerful air force like the Ice Dragon. This time, subject to the upper limit of teleportation, the devil really can't come up with any air force.

   As for the high-altitude attack, it does not exist!

   Don't forget, Seamount is Elune's territory.

  Under the divine power of the Moon Goddess, anyone who dares to take the lead in the north, east and south directions of the seamount will be directly hit by [Star Falls].

   Under the suppression of the powerful air prohibition, even the flying demon can only follow the mountain road to the west down the mountain and skim the battlefield at a low altitude.

   It’s so immortal, the air from 100 meters to 5,000 meters above the ground happens to be the hot spot for the alliance’s anti-aircraft weapons!

   It was just over a month after the incident on Haishan, and the Alliance began to reverse the situation, recapture Felwood Forest, and began to attack Mount Hyjal.

  The alliance is in full swing, and the Horde is unexpectedly quiet.

  It is not that Thrall has not received the news, it is not uncommon for tribal thieves to infiltrate the dark elves' territory. What's more, the alliance is so big, hundreds of thousands of troops are assembled, and they are fighting across the sea. It is impossible to hide from the tribe.

   Thrall was surprised at first, almost thinking that the Alliance was going to undeclared war with the Horde.

   More information came, and Thrall knew that was not the case.

   After discussing the situation, this time, Thrall didn't plan to put his face on the cold butt: "We have to take advantage of the chaos in the alliance to strengthen the strength of the tribe as soon as possible."

  Vol'jin frowned: "That's the Burning Legion. Once the Alliance can't stand it, it's our turn to suffer."

   Thrall smiled bitterly: "The Alliance can't stand it, can the Horde stand it?"

   These words are cruel and even more sad.

   The gap between the two organizations is too wide, especially after hearing that the Alliance used humanoid mechas to attack the Dark Temple, Thrall's sense of crisis is even greater.

   He had to accept the proposal of the goblin Rustwater chaebol...

   Having said that, after a group of chiefs discussed it, it was decided that Kane would send his son, Smash Baine, to visit the Alliance.

  Seriously, McDonald's didn't have time to entertain Bane this time. Mainly Mai has a headache. It didn't matter if he gave it to the armored car last time. If Bain asked him for Zaku this time, he would definitely not give it.

  This is the same as when you heard a relative's child break into your room to make your model and figure during the Chinese New Year. When you hear it, you feel your fists are hard.

   had no choice but to send Darian to send Bane away.

   This time, the tribe showed great restraint. The chiefs gathered their own standing soldiers to a limited extent, but did not let the soldiers get close to the territory of the alliance.

   Thrall kept nearly 200,000 soldiers in the barracks in Feralas, with no intention of setting aside provinces.

   This attitude is very clear - our tribe is concerned about the invasion of the Burning Legion, and our interests and attitudes are the same when it comes to dealing with demons. But in order not to hold you back, my soldiers won't come out, and you don't need Chen Bing's barren land to guard me.

   This time, let’s say Thrall played a very good [Talent Card].

   Well, it's rare for the tribe not to do anything this time, but instead the dragons pulled their hips.

  No, it should be said that a certain garbage dragon that was shot down by a musket was destined to suffer this fate.

   Count it as yesterday.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)