As Duque and his team of heroes stormed through the underground tunnels of the Temple of Ahn 'Qiraj, the floating fortress, Naxxramas, was still on a level one combat alert.
"Plop plop plop …"
In the stronghold's Enemy Seeking Department, the sentries immediately heard this strange sound. The long-eared elf girl was slightly stunned. This was definitely not the sound of the ocean. The nearest lake or ocean was thousands of miles away.
She subconsciously adjusted the magic mirror to find the source of the sound. Soon, she saw an unexpected scene.
It was as if the scene was happening in front of her. A strange black ripple spread out in the morning light, which was incompatible with the golden light of the rising sun.
"Three thousand yards to the northeast, enemy attack …"
The elf girl's sharp shout seemed to have awakened the entire fortress.
Bu Laing Bronzebeard, who was in charge of the fortress, was the first to react. He immediately shouted into the microphone used for magic transmission, "Bao Yan, retreat immediately!"
Bao Yan, the newest flying battleship of the Alliance.
Thanks to the assembly line like production model, the flying battleships of the Iron Furnace Castle were now produced at an average rate of one every three months.
The dwarves and gnome craftsmen of the Iron Furnace Castle worked day and night in three shifts. The three docks were built on top of the mountains. They were built with steel directly smelted from the Iron Stove Castle's smelting furnace and the toughest hundred-year-old trees in Loch Modan as the deck. The deck was covered with steel sheets and equipped with standard cannons. Each dock could produce a battleship in nine months.
Unlike the meticulously built Heaven-Breaker and Black Pearl battleships, the Alliance also needed a large number of medium and light battleships as protection ships according to the needs of the war.
The cruiser, whose full name was the Cleveland-Class, or the Koppa class for short, was a product of this requirement, which focused on enhancing anti-air firepower.
No one knew why the founder of the Alliance's mechanized air force, Duque, insisted on using this name, and even looked like he would roll on the ground if he didn't agree.
In any case, who could argue with Duque on this kind of thing?
On average, the six medium-sized shipyards had two Kaday-class cruisers flying out of the shipyards every month.
No one would have thought that after Duque and his elites broke into the Ahn 'Qiraj Shrine, the first ship to be tested would be this new cruiser.
It was as if a giant water droplet had dripped into a lake that was as calm as a mirror. Starting from a single point, it expanded in all directions and rapidly spread to the side of Bao Yan.
This cruiser had two huge propellers as its power source, so of course it wasn't propelled by backward steam. Steam did not have enough power to carry this' light cruiser 'that weighed over ten thousand tons.
Using the power core of the latest Sharp Elemental Furnace, it could generate 100,000 horsepower.
But for a 10,000-ton ship, 100,000 horsepower was still not enough to generate enough instantaneous kinetic energy to get it out of this misfortune.
In the main control room of the Stronghold, Bu Laing's face was ashen as he watched this almost static scene.
The moment he saw this huge spatial fluctuation, he smelled the kind of power that had once appeared on C 'Thun's body, but it was more majestic and more difficult to match.
It was a terrifying power that stood above the mortal world and coexisted with the planets — the power of God.
The captain of Bao Yan, Favaro Violent Fist, was the most senior steam tank commander. Almost at the same time that the Stronghold sounded the alarm, he opened a magic shield.
However, when a huge tentacle that was a hundred meters long appeared from the spatial ripples and swept towards Bao Yan, all evasion and resistance were rendered useless.
Wherever the tentacle went, the elemental lines of law disintegrated one after another.
Bu Laing could only watch helplessly as his old subordinate's ship was easily crushed into pieces like a dog whose neck and bones had been twisted by a python.
Time seemed to slow down, and every piece of debris was spinning in the air.
The barrel of a gun, polished to a shine.
Half of the deck that still seemed to smell the fresh paint.
A short and fat human figure that was wailing and still waving its hands and feet, but was quickly falling …
When everything came into view, Bu Laing found that his heart was deeply pierced.
The northeast corner of Naxxramas suddenly lit up. It was the light of wind and thunder.
Aurelia and Sasha, who had been left behind for some reason, drew their bows and nocked arrows on a platform. The atmosphere was surging, and large masses of dark clouds instantly gathered in the sky above them.
Half a second later, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the sound of thunder rumbled through the entire northeast corner of the Stronghold.
Soon, the charge was completed. With the support of the wind and thunder, two bolts of lightning formed a spiral in the air and fiercely crossed the void of three thousand meters.
They hit the huge tentacle that was wreaking havoc.
However …
It was useless!
Admittedly, the joint attack of the Windrunner sisters had caused terrible damage to the tentacle. The hole that was big enough for a carriage to pass through looked really shocking.
But in less than five seconds, after a violent squirming, everyone in the Stronghold and the surrounding flying warships who were watching this scene found that the terrible tentacle had actually begun to heal on its own.
Varrock muttered, his arm holding the axe trembling a little. "As expected … as expected of an Ancient God."
At this moment, time seemed to stop around them. Be it the hourglasses used to calculate time or the ancient mechanical clocks, they all stopped working.
"This is …" The Windrunner sisters' eyes widened.
With the best eyesight, they saw that the floating sand in the sky had begun to gather in a strange way.
A power that they had truly seen before, evoking a distant memory in their hearts.
That was in Lordaeron, when King Terenas was still alive …
A giant dragon claw made of sand and stone appeared out of thin air and grabbed the lively tentacle.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was filled with shock.
The power of a True God could only be easily suppressed by the existence of the Realm of Gods.
Almost without giving the onlookers time to think, there was a loud bang, and the giant tentacle quickly withered, turning into large pieces of broken rocks, falling from thousands of meters in the sky.
The huge rocks fell on the soft surface of the desert. The impact of the hundreds of tons of debris and the acceleration of gravity directly made a loud roar like a cannon.
There was no cannon fire, but it sounded like Naxxramas had set off a storm of cannons again.
In mid-air, the giant dragon claw continued to tear, tearing large sections of tentacles out of the void.
This time, it seemed that there was no time to petrify. The broken tentacle made a sound like tearing cloth, and then black blood gushed out.
Then there was an inhuman scream, echoing over the entire Silithus.
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