"No, no, no!" Thrall, standing beside Duke, did not hide his concern for Grull the Dragon Slayer.

Now the tribe has lagged behind the alliance in terms of science and technology for a whole generation, and if there is no special strong person like the professional, if the alliance goes to war with the tribe, it will be like modern people beating primitive people.

Falling behind in technology is not something that can be solved by catching up.

Thrall pondered and meditated, and he sadly discovered that the backwardness of the tribe was all-encompassing. It can be said that there is a shortage of talents, funds, technology, and scientists.

But what is really lacking is a leader with a strong forward-looking vision.

As a leader, making decisions is an unavoidable duty.

Every day, people come to Thrall, hoping to get the support of the tribe and invest money and manpower in researching a new technology.

Thrall was frustrated, as he found out that most of them were goblins, almost all of whom were trying to cheat money. What Northrend rubber planting plan, what barren land shaved ice production line, Sal at first just blasted people out, and later saw that it was too much to kill directly.

That's when the crazy goblins stopped.

I originally thought that this was the tribe stalling an unreliable goblin clan. Later, under the prying eyes of spies, it was discovered that the alliance had a similar situation. The 'High-tech Development Bureau', headed by the master craftsman Gerbin, reviews more than 10,000 invention or research applications from different races every week, and less than one percent of them are submitted to Duke for decision.

Duke often takes only half a day to approve these applications, and even has time to review all the shortlisted applications.

The scammers who should be killed are hanged on the spot, and those inventors who are recognized by Duke will often become the leaders of the alliance's new technologies after Duke's personal explanation or plan corrections, and after some hard research.

Not once and a half, almost every time.

In the fifteen years that King Terenus has been the leader of the Alliance, he has not yet realized that the Alliance's technology has exploded in the last nine years of Duke's rule.

Thrall didn't want to admit it, and he had to admit that the entire tribe couldn't find a new tech leader like Duke who could get to the point without detours and was simply demonic. He also hoped that the tribe would produce such a genius, and if there were, he would even be willing to let it go as a great chief.

Unfortunately not.

It seemed that he would not be able to lead the tribe beyond the alliance in his life, and what made him even more sad was that Duke had been promoted to a demigod and theoretically became immortal.

How else can the tribe play happily?

Well, since you can't surpass it in terms of technology, then you have your light of technology, and I'll take my mysterious path!

Goron, a powerful creature at the top of the food chain in his home world, joins the Horde in another form of transcendence of the Alliance.

Looking at the entire Alliance, unless the Dragons are officially included, it is impossible for the Alliance to find a more powerful intelligent creature than Goron.

Now that Grull is directly engulfed by the explosion, how can you tell Sal not to worry about it?

"Phew! Gruul is fine. Duke sighed, a little malicious in his heart, hoping that Grull would die with the Doomsdaywalker, but unfortunately he didn't.

In the system prompt, Grull's injury is only [Medium Creation].

Gruul, the guy who blows up the sky, deserves to be the number one boss in the game's Burning Expedition, and people have made it clear that this is another 'day of nuclear peace', and Gruul is not dead.

He only used a pair of big claws to protect his head, and he was stunned to use the armor specially made for him by the tribe, as well as his rock-like skin, to withstand this kind of big explosion that even if it was the Silver Five Saints, he might have to kneel.

Gruul was embarrassed, a thick piece of steel armor that melted into a paste-like, black-black-green-green molten substance. Luckily he doesn't have any hair, otherwise he would have been blasted to a strange black and green color like his epidermal rocky skin.

After the smoke fell, Grull sat down a little dejectedly, gasping for air, and then looked at the Doomwalker with only a broken lower body, or two legs to be exact, and let out a heroic laugh: "Hahahahaha-"

The sound of laughter shook and collapsed even the outer walls of the surrounding Dark Temple buildings, which had also been damaged by the explosion.

Duke waved his hand: "Cover Gruhl!"

The flying fleet in mid-air suddenly split into two, and with the violent shaking of the hull, the earth-shattering continuous cannon sound sounded again.

After a few breaths, almost the entire U-shaped Dark Temple complex, all of the west-facing facades, were heavily cared for by artillery fire.

"Attack!" Sal and Varian gave the order to attack at the same time, in no particular order.

The Horde attacked the Atama platform on the northern front, and the Coalition attacked the Calapo ruins on the southern front. These two mega complexes are the two fortresses that defend the Dark Temple, and they must be taken in order to attack the Dark Temple.

The two complexes had been abandoned, and in response to the coalition attack, the Council of Illidare had recruited a large number of demons to guard them.

What seemed to be a monstrous flood quickly shifted, revealing the wet ground. First of all, diesel tanks took the lead in the onslaught, firing non-stop at both places as they went.

Then there were engineering trucks on huge sloping steel-framed bridges, quickly approaching the edges of platforms and ruins, under the cover of a line of musketeers made up of humans and dwarves. The engineering vehicle rotated its robotic arm and built 15 huge slopes with a width of more than 5 meters in the north and south in less than five minutes. The rough slope allows anyone to climb the ruins and platforms along the slope at a 30-degree angle to the ground.

"Rush!"

"In the name of the Light!"

"For the Alliance!"

“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Different races, different languages, and all kinds of shouts and killings formed waves of earth-shattering sounds, sweeping towards the Dark Temple like a tide. The aftermath of the sound washing over the black-green walls still shook the eardrums of everyone miles away.

A crowd of tens of thousands of soldiers swept through most of the land directly in front of the Dark Temple, and the vast scene of tens of thousands of soldiers attacking under the cover of tanks could no longer be described in any language of this era.

They charged with high morale, and even if their enemy was a larger, more formidable demonic army, they had the confidence to destroy all resistance in their path.

Seeing the coalition attack, Duke smiled and said in the magic message, "My little maid, it's your turn." ”

"Understood!" Vaskey smiled charmingly.