"Woooo

With the piercing sound of the wind, black cannonballs flew over the sky not far from the neat column of coalition troops, and they were like a flock of migratory birds, covering the sky and the sun, but they flew lower and lower.

They were so dense according to the predetermined shooting elements that they were like black quilts, covering the top of the demon army.

The floating fortress Naxxramas, coupled with the continuous kilometers of Watchfort artillery positions, thousands of huge cannons were fired at the same time, forming a barrage that turned the entire sky into a black tide, slapping fiercely in the turbulence composed of demons.

The process of the shell explosion seems to be slow.

Rao could clearly see the huge demon being blown apart from two or three kilometers away, and then the severed limbs and wreckage were scattered into the sky.

Slowness is just an optical illusion.

With the crimson earth as the background, waves of cannonballs screamed through the void, some of which even grazed the sky above the coalition array, blasting into the open space in front of the array, and sending up earthwork and rubble.

This is not the first time to see the artillery of the Alliance.

Every time I witness it, I still feel that my heart is surging and I can't help myself.

Thrall was glad that the Horde warriors didn't have to brave such terrible artillery fire to storm the Alliance's positions.

Long-range artillery scrubbing.

Sniper arrows burst fire.

Magic saturation attack.

Piercing with a salvo of throwing guns.

Without going through these four lines of death, you won't be able to touch the Alliance's positions at all.

It's just that now the unlucky ghost has been replaced by the demon of the Burning Legion. There were a few elite demons with few eyes who tried to rush at them with their cannonballs, but they didn't end up any better than the ordinary ones before.

The Alliance has larger caliber artillery, and as long as it's not fire damage immunity or has a wide-area [Protective Cannonball] magic shield, you'll have to die.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, those guys were bombarded into powder by the mortars of the [Little Steel Cannon] level.

For a moment, Thrall was a little worried that such a heavy bombardment would destroy the Dark Gate along with it.

However, he saw something that surprised him: under the heavy shelling, the dark door did flicker in the light of the fire, as if it was about to collapse at any moment, but this did not happen.

An inexplicable magical force that expelled the cannonballs that flew in any direction.

In the center of the horizon, it stands right there.

In perception, it does not exist.

The Dark Gate itself is a special being that appears to be located in the center of the Cursed Lands, but is actually located in a different dimension.

The furious shelling continued, and the demons crashed into the shells, and the stumps and flesh fell like a torrential downpour.

Later, even the tribal army was a little numb.

The orc warriors yawned, and the minotaur warriors scratched their butts or something, as if the alliance artillery was killing not just a powerful demon that could slaughter an entire village, but a group of moving targets.

The cannon fire lasted about ten minutes, and then Gianna's voice was heard in the magic teleportation.

"There aren't many demons left. ”

The fire then stopped within a minute.

Thousands of cannons fired continuously, and the scene was quite shocking, but unfortunately the cost was also astronomical.

If it weren't for the recent launch of a new currency nicknamed 'Azeroth Soft Sister Coin' with gold as collateral, and it was very popular and unanimously approved by the Alliance Tribes, to some extent, it filled the empty treasury of various countries by issuing additional currency, and it is estimated that the quartermaster and interior officer of the Alliance would have to jump into the river.

"Woo-woo-" The orc trumpeter blew a huge horn, and the desolate and heroic trumpet echoed across the Cursed Lands.

It was the trumpet of the attack.

"Attack!" Sal raised the [Hammer of Destruction] high, and the white-haired wolf under his crotch with his legs between his legs, led the crowd to charge forward.

I have to say that on the battlefield full of huge pits with a depth of more than one meter, the Wolf Warrior Mount is better than the Alliance War Horse. The Steam Tank will lie on its stomach in a large pit, and the Wolf Warrior can pass through it with a slight jump, and as a native breed of Draenor, there is no problem of adaptation. As long as there is enough meat, the Wolf is one of the most desirable Outland mounts.

Fortunately, this time the alliance does not need to be jealous of the tribe.

Seeing the tribal army quickly drowning the scattered demons in front of the Dark Gate, and then entering the Dark Gate in an orderly manner, Varian clamped the slightly hard worm belly, and the black-on-bottomed red-ringed worm under his crotch that looked like a small car suddenly took four long legs like a sickle, and began to run forward in a dripping manner.

As soon as I passed through the dark door, I suddenly felt a trance, which was a bit like the weightlessness of falling from a high altitude. It was only for a moment, and soon he and the bug turned into a streamer of light, spanning the void measured in light years.

By the time he came back to his senses, he was already under the burden of insects, charging towards the space outside the dark door on a long, wide illusory passage.

Outside the door, there was a sky with a fiery red background in the darkness.

In front of the Alliance soldiers, reflected in their vision, two armies were fighting to the death on the same crimson land in front of them.

All the sounds of the battle seemed to be isolated from an invisible curtain wall of air, and the moment Varian led the vanguard knights of the Griffin Legion rushed out of the dark gate, the earth-shattering sound was like a storm crashing on the shore, striking at the ear drums of everyone present.

As far as the eye could see, Varian saw the huge Abyss Lord, the stone giant [Hellfire] covered in green flames, and the large and small demon guards and doom guards.

The only good thing is that the number of these demons is not too great to be desperate.

Sensing the Alliance's arrival, Thrall consciously moved the battle line towards the northern part of the Dark Gate.

"Alliance—Attack!" Varian took the lead, attacking south.

The Alliance army poured out of the Dark Gate like a tidal wave, first the cavalry riding bugs, then the army of Chira Flying Worms led by Shatura, then the mage regiment, and finally the clumsy and heavy artillery regiment.

In the army of the Alliance, no one noticed an ordinary mage.

"Ahh

The two quickly left the main road and dismounted to rest a little, where a group of people who had just finished teleporting but were unwell had gathered.

"Be careful, mage, if you fall off your horse while charging, you'll probably die!"

"Thank you!" the little mage straightened his mage crown and saw the badge on the opponent's armor: "Stormgard?"

"Yes! My ancestors have been Riptide Highland Knight for generations. My name is Thomas, what about you?"

The little mage also flashed the emblem on his mage robe: "Greetings to Mark Dooku, Master of Theramore." ”