What made the Dwarf Cannoneers even more depressed was that the red draconic beast that seemed to have been killed jumped up and charged even faster than before. It was even faster than its companions of the other colors.
Just as the Dwarf commander was about to fire a second round of probing shots, a new order came.
"Prince Laing has ordered that the enemy has a great damage reduction ability. He orders us to adopt the fourth formation and retreat immediately!"
"Retreat!? And in the fourth formation? "The irascible Dwarf commander was furious.
But an order was an order. If he was not convinced, he could even punch Bu Laing in the command center. At least at this moment, he had to carry out the order.
Duque had spent twenty years building the Alliance and had long built the Alliance's military discipline into an iron army. Within the scope of a commander, he could freely use his wisdom and command skills, but the general principles must be followed.
The dwarf commander waved his hand. No matter how unwilling he was, the tank soldiers below had no choice but to surround a large number of heavy steam tanks into a long battle line. Then, they jumped off the tanks themselves and got on the faster and lighter steam armored vehicles to escape.
Not only that, but there were also Dwarf engineers and some professionals who quickly set up layers of defensive lines, such as sticky grease, flame belts, and frost traps.
Just as the frontline was retreating, the commander finally saw the horror of the dragon through the telescope. Their bodies were three or four stories high, and one could tell that they were extremely powerful.
The steam tanks that were nearly two stories high were easily overturned by them. The shoddy pig iron railings that were in the way were sliced apart like butter by the huge double-headed crescent blades.
What was more terrifying was that these strange dragon beasts were almost invulnerable to water and fire.
Scorching flames, extreme frost, mysterious Arcana Techniques … At the very least, he couldn't find anything that was particularly effective against these guys at first glance.
In the command center, Bu Laing Bronzebeard looked at the image of the frontline on the magic mirror and shouted, "Damn it! Is this Nefarian's big gift? Sure enough, Duque was right to keep an eye on that guy! "
Captain Blakaville expressed his concern, "What do we do? The king and the Alliance have not finished the battle in the Molten Core. We lack the strongest force … "
Bu Laing turned his head, stroked his beard, and revealed a mysterious smile, "Captain, do your duty. What you were worrying about was no more yesterday. "
"What!?" The entire Northern Front Command Center was filled with an ecstatic atmosphere.
"Hahaha! I knew they wouldn't let us down! "
"Long live the Alliance!" The dwarves were straightforward and a little noisy. If it weren't for the fact that they were facing a great enemy, these fellows would probably have immediately taken out the flat metal bottles hidden on their bodies and poured a few mouthfuls of wine into their mouths on the spot.
Dwarves could hide secrets, but only true secrets. For this kind of secret that Bu Laing claimed to keep secret, but was actually no longer a secret, these big-mouthed mid-level commanders easily infected their subordinates with their optimism.
"What? Defeat? No! We're just making a strategic retreat. When our king returns with the Balrog's hammer, he can immediately teach these damned draconic beasts a lesson. Oh! What did I just say? No, I didn't say anything! Hmph! "
With Bu Laing taking the lead, the other commanders all passed on the orders to their superiors with a look that said, "You know what I mean." In the end, even though they were defeated and retreated, the Northern Front Army, with the dwarves as the core, still held their heads high.
This scene was reflected to Nefarian, who was puzzled.
"In just 20 years, the Alliance has already grown into such a terrifying behemoth?"
However, it made sense when he thought about it.
When the Alliance was at its most desperate, there was a time when the capital of several kingdoms fell. Even during the Undead Scourge, as the leader of the Alliance, Lordaeron, was once destroyed.
However, under the leadership of Duque, the Alliance rose again and cleared all the evil forces out of Lordaeron in one fell swoop.
Even when the veterans of the Alliance bragged to each other, they would say that a war between two kingdoms was not a war.
After experiencing multiple annihilations and rebirths, the will and tenacity of the Alliance's soldiers and soldiers had been tempered and tempered.
In Stormwind City, Duque received the news from the front line on the balcony of the Duke's Mansion and let out a long sigh.
"Am I still too cautious?" Duque suddenly smiled bitterly.
"The Alliance is no longer the Alliance 20 years ago. The Alliance now is definitely more tenacious than you think. I'm even willing to believe that even if our Hero Squad is wiped out this time, the Alliance will not be completely defeated. There will be more heroes born to carry the flag we left behind and carry on the past! " Aurelia sat on the carved iron railing of the balcony and swayed as if she was using the railing as a swing.
She swayed so much that she was almost parallel to the ground several times. Even so, with her superb balance and unimaginable waist and abdominal strength, she did not fall.
Duque nodded in response to his lover's consolation. "Yes! When Magni and Gavin Rad are ready, we'll take the two artifacts and raid Nefarian's nest. "
Although Magni's Balrog Hammer could be used now, it had not been adjusted. After all, it was originally a war hammer used by a Fire Elemental Lord. To adjust it to be used by mortals, it would require a large number of [Sulfuron Iron Ingots] to modify.
Gavin Rad's Wind Sword was more troublesome. According to the guidance of the ancient soul attached to the [Skull of Imprisonment of the Windseeker], Gavin Rad's legs were about to break. This was because he had to cross half the planet to run to Silithus on the Kalimdor continent. Fortunately, Theramore had a fixed teleportation gate now, or he would have died just by taking the ship.
"Duque, aren't you worried that Nefarian will find out that you're stalling?"
Duque waved his hand. "It's fine! Although the Black Dragons love to play tricks, after tricking Nesario and Onyxia, Nefarian will probably give up on this idea. He's very different from the other Black Dragons. "
"Hmm?"
"He's the one and only 'scientific geek' among the Black Dragons!"
"Scientific geek?"
When Duque found a way to explain to Aurelia what a scientific geek was, Aurelia smiled beautifully.
After she finally finished laughing, Aurelia suddenly turned around. Her long white legs turned around, and her nimble toes tapped on Duque's leg. Like a little person walking, her fingers approached Duque's abdomen.
"By the way, Duque, it seems like we haven't … practiced swordsmanship for a long time! Are you interested now? "
Duque raised his head slightly and looked at the Mount Hyjal, which was illegal by both Elven and human standards. He then looked at the flexible waist and the long legs that occupied half of his vision, and swallowed his saliva.
"Practice! Must practice! Practice to death! Hmph hmph! Aurelia, you're digging your own grave! How dare you face the power of Duque's godly sword alone? "
"Hmph! Who's afraid of who? "Aurelia's face was flushed seductively.
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