A huge waterspout, larger than a football field in cross-section, rose from the farthest point of the water to the east, mixed with a huge roar that resounded through the sky, and moved violently to the east.

In just a few minutes, it crossed a distance of five thousand meters, passed through the massive passage between the Atamar platform to the north and the ruins of Karabo to the south, and slammed into the giant mecha Doomwalker guarding the gates of the Dark Temple.

The evil Ereda Warlock set up a magic circle to stop the terrifying waterspout, and they did succeed in resisting the direct attack.

It is a pity that from the very beginning, the Allied attack was not aimed at direct destruction.

Destroying a legion's fortress with a simple physical attack is too much to take for granted.

Elementals are also energy, and there won't be much chance of a direct hit until the protective energy is depleted. If you simply want to use magic or artillery to collapse the Dark Temple, it will really hit the heavens and the earth is old, and maybe the whole Draenor will collapse before you have a chance to do it.

But no matter how much Ereda Warlock was in the bunker, he couldn't suddenly turn away the millions of tons of water.

A burst of scarlet brilliance flashed, and the magic shield that covered the entire temple lasted for less than two seconds under the huge column of water before it shattered, and the rest relied more on the magic protection spell of the temple itself.

Duke didn't count on that, all he wanted was to flood the main entrance of the Dark Temple with water and trap the super-mechanical giant Doomwalker.

"Mire!" Outside the Dark Temple, Demon Emperor Viklor unleashed a wide range of magic, turning the entire main entrance of the Dark Temple into a huge pulp.

There was nothing the Eredar Warlocks could do about the Alliance's unreasonable, inexpensive war magic.

What they're better at is energy-on-energy, magic-on-magic. This kind of method of changing the terrain to their advantage is not good at it.

The best way to avoid Doomstalker getting bogged down in a quagmire is to quickly solidify the ground and allow Doomwalker to regain freedom and even mobility advantages.

Unfortunately, these Eredar wizards are not good at the earth magic of the natural system, and they do not use the wide area of frost magic to solidify the quagmire-like ground.

They watched as most of the Doomwalker was drowned in the muddy muddy water that came in the air.

Underneath the waters to the west of Doomwalker, thirty-six high-ranking Naga priestesses surrounded Vasqi, their cheeks vibrating slightly, and strange incantations sounded underwater, lingering in an ancient magic circle full of mystery.

Vaski, in the form of Naga, opened his eyes and held six staff in six hands, each with a brilliant glow at the tip of his staff.

Rao was at the bottom of this rather turbid water, and the six-pointed star magic light formed by the six staff heads still shone in all directions.

"No—stop that traitor!" One of the leader of the Eredar Warlocks let out a scream.

"No, magic array...... It seems to have been destroyed!" A warlock replied.

"What!?"

Any war-level magic array has an extremely large footprint, which is the price that must be paid to increase the power of magic.

Most mature magic arrays have been modified for countless generations to become as concise as possible, so every magic rune on the magic circle has its irreplaceable role.

Guarding the War Magic Array with heavy troops has been an unchanging habit that the Burning Legion has cultivated over the past 25,000 years.

It stands to reason that no one can sneak in, unless it's ...... Invisible enemies.

"Hey, hey, hey!" A cruel laugh with pleasure and revenge attracted the attention of the demons.

A burly blue-skinned man appeared at the outermost end of the magic circle. He has a similar appearance to that of an Eredan, such as the tentacle-like long whiskers at the bottom bar. Unlike the Eredan's evil appearance, which was still upright, his face was broken.

The uneven and convex face that seems to have been corrupted by sulfuric acid, the more convex upper and lower jaws have monster-like teeth, and a pair of eyes that emit a strange blue-blue light.

Suddenly, the leader of the Ereda Warlocks recognized him and shouted his name in a fit of rage: "Akama the Despicable Breaker!"

If Eredar hated the Draenei because they saw the Draenei as traitors, then their hatred of the Broken was still there. For the Broken One is the Draenei who has disfigured his face and lost part of his sanity.

In Ereda's eyes, this is the degraded product of a traitor.

This kind of existence, which has defiled the noble blood of Ereda, should be completely eradicated from the world.

Akama was originally the Archbishop of Delaney. Nearly thirty years ago, while fighting against the Orcs, he was corrupted by the poisonous mist and became a Shattered One in the Shattrath explosion, losing the protection of the Holy Light, and later learned shamanic teachings under the influence of Nobaldon.

The Greytongue led by Akama has long fought against the Orcs led by Mathridon in the Outlands. It's just that in this life, because Illidan gained the trust of Kil'Gardan, he directly brought Mathridon under his command, so there was no need for Illidan to pull Akama and take him and his Breaker's men as his younger brothers.

The only difference is that Illidan captured Akama once and went on to extract part of his soul to become Akama's Shadow, which later slipped away using the Shatterer's invisibility racial talent.

An army of 500,000 attacked the Dark Temple, and this kind of big event can't be hidden from anyone at all. When Akama approached the Allies for help, Duke agreed.

Apparently, Akama did a good job, and with a small magic dagger given by Duke, he temporarily paralyzed the protective circle of the Dark Temple.

Outside the temple, Duke's eyes narrowed: "Akama has succeeded!

Vaschi smiled: "Don't worry!"

The six staffs on the six arms shot out a surging power in unison in front of the circle, and without giving the Eredar Warlocks time to react, countless plants resembling seaweed began to grow wildly under the water beneath the Doomwalker's feet.

One meter, ten meters, one hundred meters.

This strange seaweed not only has an extremely powerful entanglement, but also has thorns on it, as long as there is a small gap in the doomwalker's body, the thorns will grow wildly into it.

At the same time, the bursts of yellow fluorescence emitted on the demonized seaweed gave the Alliance's artillery fleet a clearer indicator!

"Feint troops fire!" Bryan waved his arm lightly on the new flagship, the Ellie Silly White Queen.

Suddenly, the old warships led by Black Pearl began to approach the Dark Temple at high speed, and carried out the most fierce artillery bombardment on the main body of the temple.

The purpose of the onslaught is not to destroy, but to contain the magical defenses that the Dark Temple may restore.

When Brian saw that the last magic shield had been blown up, he finally ordered: "The Royal Kiln Regiment obeys the order! ”