It was a huge beetle-shaped bug.
From afar, it looked like a small mountain. Just its bulging back was five stories high. This guy used its thick and solid carapace to block all the dwarves' artillery fire and rushed over.
Three Dwarf Spitfire Tanks bravely went up to meet it.
Unfortunately, with a pinch of its huge mouth, one of the Spitfire Tanks exploded on the spot, bursting into a small mushroom cloud of flames.
The remaining two tanks were not spared either. The giant bug used its horns to dig and flip the two tanks upside down, and then there was a violent explosion.
Krasus frowned deeply. In the absence of the Alliance's commanders, as well as the group of kings, he was the temporary commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Force. He could not bear to watch this scene.
However, this kind of existence that exceeded conventional force had to be dealt with by someone strong. However, before he could speak, Sal had already taken a step forward and said in a clear voice, "The Alliance has done enough for this world. Leave this to the tribe's experts. "
There was no need for Sal to give another order. Rexxar had already stepped out.
"Misha —"
Rexxar, who had ogre blood and infinite strength, made an extremely shocking move. He threw out his pet war bear Misha, which weighed at least a ton.
Yes, that's right, he threw it out!
It was like a Dwarf Artillery Soldier who had activated [Deity Descends] and picked up a one-ton mortar shell. However, Lexxar was even more relaxed and satisfied. He had tossed away such a big bear just like that. Damn, it even had a spiraling effect.
The experienced Dwarf Artillery Soldier could not help but wonder if this' Misha 'also had an armor-piercing or a second explosion function.
It was obvious that the old dwarf was thinking too much.
Rexxar's Misha was very precious. He was not someone who shouted 'Explosions are art' all day long, nor was he a Necromancer who lost his mind. How could he let his precious War Pet do the work of self-destructing?
But throwing out a one-ton giant bear just like that, weight was indeed lethal!
The big worm was dumbfounded by Misha's attack. With Rexxar's command, Misha immediately entered a berserk state. Not only was his body suffused with a scarlet blood light, but his body also became a full size bigger. He actually managed to slap that incomparably large bug away with a single palm strike.
Following that, Misha roared and pounced forward, his two large bear paws striking out continuously. With the shrill cries of the insects as the background music, almost every slap from Misha sent large pieces of the insect's carapace and flesh flying.
Seeing this scene, Krasus could not help but nod and ask Sal, "Is this the legendary Beastmaster Hunter?"
"Not bad!" Sal couldn't help but feel proud.
The Beastmen had migrated to Kalimdor. Apart from not being able to catch up to the Alliance in terms of technology, they had also gained something. For example, in terms of the Hunter profession, under the leadership of Lexxar and the other Hunters, they had developed talents such as [Beastmaster Hunter]. In terms of the research of professional skills, they had the potential to surpass the Alliance.
Unfortunately, there were still too few professionals.
The Alliance's artillery fire was still fierce, but no matter how strong the artillery fire was, it was impossible to shoot down all the invading insects.
For a small number of insects that had rushed to the front of the formation, it was a bit of a waste to use the Alliance's battle formation to defend. For the Alliance soldiers, wearing full body armor itself required physical strength.
Looking at the endless stream of insects, Krasus discussed with Sal and decided that the Tribal warriors would go out into the formation to kill the isolated insects, while the Alliance's elven archers and priests would provide support from the back.
Occasionally, powerful insects would break in, and naturally, there would be Master Howl, Kane, and other strong warriors to deal with them.
The battle lasted for more than 24 hours. Fortunately, the Alliance's military strength was strong, and they used a rotating system, so it was not impossible for them to hold on.
At this time, there was a sudden rumble of cannons in the distance. They saw three huge flying battleships, sweeping away the clouds and slowly descending from a high altitude where the flying insects could not reach.
As they descended, they opened all the cannons exaggeratedly, using the height and parabola to clear the insect colony further away that the heavy cannons of the stronghold could not hit.
Almost every cannonball that fell would set off a column of smoke more than ten meters high. Sand and insect limbs flew everywhere, and the scene was spectacular.
The great and invincible figure, the dense and terrible cannons on the side of the ship, and the Alliance flag fluttering in the wind, all stimulated the eyes of the Tribal warriors.
Whether it was the Alliance or the Tribe, all the warriors let out a deafening cheer!
Sal's face was a little blue. Fortunately, his face was green, so the Alliance did not look obvious, but Wo Jin immediately noticed it.
Without Sal's command, Wo Jin turned his hand and grabbed the collar of the goblin boss who joined the Tribe – the Prince of Trade, Garivix, the owner of the Rustwater Conglomerate.
The wise Wo Jin spoke in the goblin language that very few people could understand, "Do you see that thing in the sky? If we don't want our main city to be threatened by that thing's cannons in the future, the Tribe must also have its own flying battleship. "
It was easier said than done to build a flying battleship of the level of the Heaven-Breaker. Looking at the extremely exaggerated design of the eight propellers, Garivix could feel the technical barriers contained in it.
He thought of the sad days when he was threatened by the Alliance with cannons, and was threatened by King Dellin that if he did not pay taxes, he would not be able to do business. The goblin boss fiercely clenched his teeth.
"The Tribe will have a flying battleship!"
"How long?"
"Three years. If we can steal the blueprint, it will be a year at most."
Duque did not know the dirty thoughts of the several leaders of the Tribe.
At this moment, in Naxxramas, Duque was chatting with the people around him while dividing the spoils.
"Well, as long as there are no accidents, Naxxramas will belong to our Alliance. As long as we get Ahn 'Qiraj, we can form a joint flying fleet of the Alliance and the Tribe. "
"Joint flying fleet? Where did the Tribe get a flying ship? "Ilusia was curious.
"Technical output, of course," Duque replied casually.
Magni was annoyed. "Hey! Duque, although you came up with the idea, the research and practice are all done by us dwarves and gnomes. If you say technical output, then so be it. You should also consider our feelings! "
Duque chuckled, "What are you so nervous about, old man? When have I ever let the dwarves, gnomes, and even the Alliance suffer losses? I didn't ask you to give the latest [Heaven-Breaker] blueprint to the Tribe. Can't you give the Tribe some early stage flying ship blueprints with single cylinder and twin propellers? If you don't give the new cannons, you can at least give the outdated stuff without rifling. Think about it, if you sell all those dust-eating things in your warehouse, that would be money and ores! "
Speaking of this, Magni's eyes instantly lit up.
"When it comes to doing business, you humans are still the most cunning. But I like it!"
The two bad guys high-fived each other and then laughed evilly.
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