"It's time! Those damned long-ears have lost the protection of the humans. They're nothing but prey for the Amani warriors! Muster your courage and fight! Victory belongs to us, the Amani … "On the platform, the new leader of the Amani trolls, Dakara, was giving a passionate speech.
The previous leader, Zujin, had been captured by the elves and then executed prematurely under the covert instigation of a certain fellow with the surname Du. The Amani trolls had fallen into a state of chaos for ten years.
Eikilson, who had the soul of the White Eagle, Narorak, who had the evil spirit of the Great Bear, and the other powerful trolls refused to give way. It was only recently that a new powerhouse, who had inherited almost all of Zujin's skills, Dakara, took over. He reunited the chaotic Amani tribes.
The trolls did not need any reason to fight the elves. The blood feud between them had long been engraved in their bloodlines, branded in the depths of their souls. All the Eredar Gemini had to do was to disguise themselves as a forest troll with a similar bloodline and spread the message of 'all races are attacking the Alliance'. That was enough to convince these simple-minded fellows to attack the Alliance at the most opportune time.
It could be said that the Amani trolls had succeeded in dragging down the Alliance's forces.
This success had also led to the Alliance's most terrifying counterattack today.
A strange roar that many Amani trolls found unfamiliar came from the horizon, and the sky suddenly darkened.
It was a gigantic flying warship. It was so huge that it looked like a small mountain flying in mid-air. Unfortunately, the clear man-made traces on its body made the Amani trolls understand that this thing had nothing to do with the gods!
It had to be said that most trolls were pathetic creatures. From the era of the Darkness Empire to the present day, the trolls' civilization had not improved at all in the past twenty-five thousand years.
Primitive and ignorant.
Faced with the flying warship that was more than five hundred meters above the ground, some trolls actually bowed to the sky, and some nervously struck their gongs as a warning signal. However, the signals transmitted by the gongs were all over the place. Some said that the enemy was coming from the south, while others said that they were coming from the east, west, and north. Dakara was so angry that he stomped his feet.
"Attack! Shoot down that blasphemous thing! "
It had to be said that Dakara's attack was not entirely unreliable. At five hundred meters, ordinary trolls would not be able to throw themselves that high even if they broke their arms. However, the range of a Commander-tier fellow was obviously different.
Eikilson, who possessed the Eagle Soul, summoned a flock of Mountain Eagles to soar into the sky. Gaalai, who could summon Dragonhawks, sent a flock of Dragonhawks with Flame Bombs. There was also Dakara, who possessed both Strength and Strength. Their attacks were definitely above average.
Unfortunately, because of a certain someone's death, the Heaven-Breaker had changed from a twin-propeller engine to an eight-propeller engine. Its tonnage had also directly changed from a cruiser to an aircraft carrier.
Naturally, the Heaven-Breaker's defense also increased. The Heaven-Breaker's defense was definitely at the level of a main city.
The attacks of the three Troll powerhouses had only just risen to a height of 200 meters when they collided with the [Ice Barrier] that was fixed to the Heaven-Breaker. As long as the mana supply wasn't interrupted, any projectile that entered within 300 meters of the Heaven-Breaker would be forcibly slowed down.
Then, they ran into a power grid formed by 12 pylons at the bottom of the ship with lightning magic.
Then there were the 36 [Barrage Cannons].
Of course, this thing couldn't be a real concentrated cannon. This thing was similar to the machine guns that could only be moved by human hands during World War I. Only, it was more primitive and thicker.
Twenty-four gun barrels that were nearly two meters long and could fit an infant's fist were arranged on a huge drum. By continuously moving one of the gun barrels to the position of the scope, the automatic trigger would be pulled to activate what could be read as a bullet or a cannonball.
When all 24 gun barrels had been fired, a specially made disk would be used to reload all 24 gun barrels at once.
Although 24 shots would be enough to kill them, the dense and continuous firing, coupled with the attack power of the death knell.
Against the slowed Mountain Eagles and Dragonhawks, it was as simple as using a shotgun to shoot turkeys!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! " Following the short and orderly sounds of the cannons, a large group of Troll could only watch as the creatures they were so proud of were turned into sieves. Broken limbs, innards, blood, and feathers rained down like rain of blood.
"No …" Dakara wailed.
On the Heaven-Breaker, the Windrunner sisters and the other high-ranking elves were led by Duque and Magni to the lowest level.
"This is …" Queen Sylvanas looked at the metal objects that were shaped like rugby balls and larger than bathtubs. She was a little confused.
"Bombs for aerial attacks." Duque pursed his lips.
"Like the cannonballs for steam tanks?"
"No, these are simpler in terms of craftsmanship. Of course, because they're simple, we can put more explosives in them. "At this point, Magni and Duque looked at each other and smiled.
Then, a dwarf king and a human commander smiled slyly at the same time.
The two raised their hands and high-fived each other, shouting in unison, "Explosion! That's art!"
Duque clapped again, attracting the attention of the high-ranking elves. "Alright, my dear elven allies, you can write the names of your sacrificed friends and family on the cannonballs. Then, let these named cuties send the Trolls to hell."
It had to be said that this was a good idea.
Picking up the grease pens that Duque had prepared, the elves began to write names, blessings, and curses on the polished cannonballs.
Five minutes later, the elves watched from a safe distance as the Heaven-Breaker's lowest hatch slowly opened.
"Begin dropping the bombs!" Magni ordered.
This was a vertical drop that couldn't even be considered a dive bomb. Even a 500-pound bomb couldn't be blown by the wind. It wasn't just the Alliance. Even the Trolls stared dumbfoundedly at the huge metal bombs falling from the sky …
"Attack!" Dakara yelled.
Wooden spears began to hurl at the free-falling bombs. But was there any use in that?
In less than three seconds, the entire Zul 'Aman camp was rocked by an earth-shattering explosion.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble …" The deafening sound could be heard even from the elven camp fifty kilometers away.
Most of the elves on the Heaven-Breaker stared dumbfounded at the devastation beneath their feet.
Because they had come from the sky, they had easily passed through the Trolls' meticulously laid traps and defensive lines. So, when the bombs landed, everyone could clearly see the Trolls' city, which had stood at the south of Long Song Forest for more than five thousand years, instantly falling into the abyss of destruction.
The 500-pound bombs easily blasted a terrifying crater that was more than five meters deep and twenty to thirty meters wide. If it were used as a 10-meter high diving pool, it would be as easy as pouring water into it.
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