Looking at the approaching huge mecha, the 10,000 soldiers crawling on the battlefield were all terrified, and they kept praying to the gods they believed in.

The behemoths that burst into view should not be dealt with by these small soldiers at all.

Although the military order is like a mountain, reckless and foolish are not the same word after all.

Just when the tremor was so loud that it almost shook people to the point that they had to vomit out last night's dinner. It was as if time had stood still at this moment.

The Abyss Lord, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a stunned expression, but it turned into horror in one breath, and it screamed: "No!"

In the firelight of the sky. Including all the demons present, everyone saw that the right arm of the Legion Demon Mecha suddenly twisted outward twice in an anti-joint posture that should not have appeared in the explosion, and then the entire arm fell off due to the explosion of the shoulder position.

There were also bright sparks and green energy splattering out of the fracture.

To add insult to injury, the fallen arm was hit by another cannonball that followed, and it whirled and flew into a mechanical device built by a Morgol technician not far away, easily smashing it to pieces.

All mouths widened.

The Allied positions burst into cheers.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"these big toys!"

"Hahaha!"

Compared to the cheers of the allies, the Morgol technicians were inexplicably shocked.

The armor of the magic mecha, which is more than 200 mm thick, was actually pierced?

Because it is an alloy infused with evil energy, even the powerful magic of a Sun-level archmage may not be able to penetrate its armor. In the same way, even the Abyss Lord with amazing brute strength could not easily break through the alloy armor, why did it become like paper paste in front of human artillery.

Foreman Morg was furious!

"Fight back!

Unholy Cannon - This is a must-have in every demonsmithing camp. Each demon-casting camp will be equipped with evil cannons before construction to provide protection for the construction of Gan and Mor Ge. There has always been no shortage of evil cannons in the Outlands, and this one is no exception.

Many of the evil cannons that were hidden in the underground cannon bays were pushed out of the bunkers under the drive of the craftsmen and fired directly into the sky.

The high-concentration evil energy cannonballs that stinged the eyes streaked green rays of light in the dark sky, and rushed gorgeously towards the alliance skyscrapers hovering in the sky.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" In order to cover the retreat of the main force, from time to time brave frigates rushed forward, and the battleships and cruisers with their relatively weak magic shields as the main force withstood the shells of large-caliber evil artillery.

The end is often tragic.

The spherical white shield lasts less than a second before turning into elemental particles and scattering in the air. The slender hull of the ship was directly hit by this kind of artillery, and most of them even broke the keel of the ship in one go.

The evil energy that rushed straight into it easily swept through the entire ammunition depot, causing an even more powerful explosion.

Scattered wood, twisted barrels, and human and dwarven limbs rained down from the sky.

This scene is simply miserable.

Brian covered his eyes.

Duke was sighing, "See." If it was a new warship with an isolation cabin, it would not have been so easily destroyed. ”

Brian nodded silently, if he had listened to Duke and given up that multi-shot style of play as soon as possible, there would have been no sacrifice for this moment.

The only thing to be thankful for is that under the desperate cover of small ships, the main force finally flew out of the strike range of the evil artillery.

Draenor itself is a planet with a smaller radius than Azeroth, and as a result, its crust has a greater arc. This is true even after the explosion of the planet, and the remaining continents or regions.

When flying more than four thousand meters away from a target, the ship appears to be submerged below the horizon. The Evil Cannon, which can only hit directly, is not able to hit at all, but the Alliance's new artillery attacks in a parabola.

Although the hit rate of an attack from 10,000 meters away is simply unbearable, the new cannon bombardment magic mecha is like a big hammer throwing eggs.

It's okay to miss it.

Once hit, not to mention whether the egg white yolk will flow out, even the eggshell will turn into powder.

Even with the help of the army, the cross-horizon attack of the giant cannon is still a matter of character.

Luckily, where there are hooves, the league has been lucky.

After only three rounds of shelling, the three huge magical mechs were gone. The first mecha to be hit by the cannon was the luckiest, only one hand and one foot were hit, and it fell to the ground and convulsed like a sheep.

The second mecha was the worst, so it didn't die, but it was actually shot into the soul by the Hood, and it hit the chest directly. The armor-piercing projectile, which weighed more than a ton, blasted through the armor on its chest and hit the mech's evil power furnace directly, causing a huge explosion and even affecting the third mecha at a considerable distance.

The third mech was blown off its left leg as a result, and rolled on the ground in the same ridiculous way.

Without the magic mecha that the infantry fears the most, the next time is the time to charge.

"Rush—" Iril raised his hammer aloft.

A loud charge then sounded throughout the Allied positions.

The position, which seemed empty a moment ago, was suddenly crowded with dense human heads.

Not only that, but there was no warning at all, and the water level in the otherwise muddy lake north of the Team Fortress suddenly dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In just one minute, the water dragon that once seemed like a great river faded without a trace. Only the clear water marks on the red stone tell others that there was once such a turbulent river here.

Just as Hoof, the infantry led by the Draenei and the Dwarves, had just bypassed the broken magical mechs and seemed to be rushing to the legion fortress in a few minutes, a loud noise was heard from the direction of the receding water.

"Woo-" The sound of the trumpet has a long history, just like the past thousand years.

Marad stopped, looking into the distance, his face changing slightly.

"Orc's horn!" Marrad stomped his hooves hard, but continued to charge.

There used to be undying grudges, and once each other's blood fused with each other on the battlefield and stained the entire Teroka Forest, but unfortunately now each other's identities are - allies!

“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Victory, death!

The classic roar echoed in Shadowmoon Valley again.

How long has it been since Shadowmoon Valley became Illidan's territory and testing ground, and how long has it been since such a heroic roar has reverberated?

I don't know how many orcs burst into tears.

"For the Horde!" The one who took the lead in raising the flame hammer was the Grand Chief of the Tribe, Thrall. Beside him, Orgrim followed closely, along with Kane, the minotaur chief who had been transferred.