In the face of the reconciling ethnic hatred, Du Mouke in Karazhan felt satisfied.

At the end of the day, even if he's promoted to a demigod, his base is still the Alliance.

The guy who loses his position in order to curry favor with the orcs is doomed to tragedy.

At the end of the day, Duke is just doing what he wants.

As for what to say about cleaning up Kil'Gardan, of course, it's because Kil'Gardan is doing a big thing at this moment, digging a pit for someone to do for him, where is the time to come to the Outlands to clean him up?

What's more, he now sets out the chariots and horses, and follows his heart—come, everyone, read it to me—up, from, down, and down—what is this word!?

That's right, birds!

It's just a 'coward' word!

Manly tofu, hiding under the bed, oh no, it's hiding in the old nest, and if you can't say it, you won't come out.

Writing is spineless, read as 'containment'!

Anyway, as long as Kil'Gardan doesn't come to the Outlands, no one can prove that Duke Marcus, the commander of our Alliance, is instigated in Azeroth?

Hey, hey, hey!

From the first day of crossing, Du Mouke was a death-fearing ghost.

At first, he didn't want to fight to become a ghoul, and then he didn't want to join the Burning Legion and was sold by President Sagrassa, and later stabbed President Sagasa to death......

While Duke was complacent about his impromptu speech, he suddenly found that Vaschi was standing in front of him at some point.

The High Elves' slender and slender arms looked particularly elegant when performing the maid's ceremony, revealing a small section of white calves under the white gauze skirt that became a fan after being lifted.

"Huh?" Duke, slightly confused.

"Master, I was deeply moved by what you said just now. ”

“......”

"I used to just want to go with the flow, until I made a wrong choice and endured 10,000 years of torture I didn't understand. The future is to be fought for and cherished. Dear master, your Serega is very happy now. Therefore, whether it is public or private, I will contribute my strength without reservation. ”

With that, Vaschi knelt down like a cat with its back hunched.

She crawled over step by step, with a slightly fanatical coquettishness on her face, while her sexy tongue gently licked her red lips.

Duke panicked.

"Wait! I have something to say, why are you beating me [Armor Piercing]? The gentleman doesn't move his mouth!"

"Dear master, aren't I ready to speak now......" Vaschi pressed as he spoke.

"N-no...... Not ......"

At this moment, Duke was in tears, and sighed in his heart: the world is declining, and morality is declining. The current maids like to counterattack!

The next day, the demons of the Team Fortress are faced with an unexpected challenge.

The alliance, which did not know whether it was alive or dead, sent a vegetable delivery force - a mere 10,000 troops.

The Prophetess Kaverin is a member of the Sivarra clan, the evil six-handed priestesses who are both martial and magical, whose healing skills have brought back to life many of the wounded of the Burning Legion who have only one breath left, and whose shadow spells have kept many of those who have been tormented by them alive and will be remembered for eternity as long as their souls do not die.

These priestesses were very religious, and the purpose of their existence was to spread the will of Sargeras.

At the same time, they served as commanders of legions on many occasions.

Hearing of the Alliance's attack, Kavelyn was stunned for half a second, and then her face showed humiliated annoyance: "These insects who don't know whether to live or die, after their victory under the protection of those damn Titan creations, dare not take the Legion seriously? Do they confuse us with the waste next door that is too weak to even enter the Main Battle Legion? Dispatch the Legion's magical mechs! I want to see those bugs tremble under the invincible power of the Legion!"

The strong despise the weak, and the weak envy the strong. This is the norm in the Burning Legion.

It is almost a matter of course that the powerful demons who belong directly to the Legion look down on the weak scum who have been sent to join Illidan.

When Iriel, Marrad, and Yuregal arrived five kilometers ahead of the legion fortress with 10,000 elite and mixed troops, they were all deeply shocked.

Not everyone has seen the Hellfire Peninsula's magical mechs with their own eyes.

Although the magic mecha is strictly the technology of the Ereda clan 25,000 years ago, unfortunately, this technology has been lost on the Draenei side. Now the only ethereal mech is still guarding their home on the Stormkeep spaceship.

Now this batch of magic mecha has actually weakened. They were made by the Morgar mechanics, and although they are still powerful, they have lost their arcane attack abilities, and can only be regarded as machines that use brute force, have no intelligence, and only follow orders.

The power and defense of the Magic Mechs are greater than those of the Hellfire, and they can be said to be an upgraded version of the Hellfire, but they are so expensive to manufacture them that even the Burning Legion only has a few in the entire Outland.

Except for the one that was forcibly killed by the heroes of Varian on the Hellfire Peninsula, and the Doomwalker who is now guarding the door of the Dark Temple, the other three are here.

Ten kilometers away from the hooves to lead the army, sitting in the command room of the Black Pearl, Mark Dooku, who watched the battle in a magical mirror, smiled.

"There are really only three types of weapons in the world – energy weapons represented by magic, kinetic weapons represented by cannonballs and arrows, and projectile missiles...... Even if you play to the era of the universe, there are nothing more than these three. Someone suggested that I bombard these big guys with powerful magic...... In fact, as long as you can hit the armor-piercing effect, no matter how huge the enemy is, it is just a target. ”

Brian frowned, he had always had reservations about the new warship that Duke had built. Reducing firepower, increasing survivability and flexibility, this trend is not yet sure for him.

Although the dwarves also have a cannon bombing complex, it is a covering blow to the sky even if the enemy is all over the mountains.

Duke's new mindset of pursuing hits and penalties, Brian has not been able to keep up.

"Keep watching. Duke didn't say anything, and just let Brian look at it.

In the picture, the huge magic mecha was already extremely shocking just by walking over. The huge body that is more than ten stories tall causes an earthquake to shake with every step on the ground.

This is simply not an opponent that melee weapons can solve, and countless Draenei have clenched their weapons tightly, only to find that it is simply futile. Even if you think about it with your toes, you know that the sharp or blunt weapon in your hand is impossible to cause any real damage to this huge metal robot.

As the Magic Mech approached the 10,000-man team, the Alliance's standard flying battleship opened fire.