"Whoosh whoosh whoosh —"
Accompanied by the piercing sound of the wind, black cannonballs flew across the sky not far from the Allied Army. They were like a flock of migrating birds, covering the sky and the sun. However, they flew lower and lower.
They were so densely packed according to the predetermined shooting pattern, like a black blanket covering the top of the demon army.
The floating fortress Naxxramas, plus the Watchtower artillery position that stretched for several kilometers, thousands of giant cannons fired at the same time, forming a barrage that turned the entire sky into a black tide, slapping fiercely into the turbulence formed by the demons.
The process of the shell explosion seemed to be very slow.
Even two or three kilometers away, it could be clearly seen that the huge demons were blown apart, and then the broken limbs and wreckage exploded into the sky.
The slowness was just an optical illusion.
With the crimson ground as the background, waves of shells screeched through the void, and some stray shells even brushed over the coalition army formation, exploding into the open space in front of the formation, sending dirt and gravel soaring into the sky.
This was not the first time he had seen the Alliance's artillery formation.
Every time he saw it, he still felt his blood surge and couldn't control himself.
Sal was suddenly glad that the tribal warriors didn't have to brave such terrible artillery fire to attack the Alliance's position.
Long-range artillery cleansing.
Sniper arrows shooting.
Magic saturation attack.
Spear volley piercing.
Without passing through these four lines of death, it was impossible to touch the Alliance's position.
However, now the unlucky ones were the demons of the Burning Legion. There were a few blind elite demons who tried to rush over with the shells, but they didn't end up any better than the previous ordinary demons.
The Alliance had larger caliber artillery, and as long as they weren't immune to fire damage or had a wide-area [Protective Shell] magic shield, they would die.
Sure enough, in less than half a minute, those guys were blown to pieces by [Small Steel Cannon] -level mortars.
Sal was a little worried that such a fierce artillery attack would destroy the Dark Portal together.
However, he saw a scene that surprised him: under the fierce artillery attack, the Dark Portal did flicker in the fire, as if it would collapse at any time, but this didn't happen.
An unexplainable magical power repelled the cannonballs flying in all directions.
In the center of the field of vision, it stood there.
In his perception, it didn't exist.
The Dark Portal was a special existence that seemed to be located in the center of the Cursed Lands, but it was actually located in a different spatial dimension.
The violent bombardment continued. The demons collided with the cannonballs, and broken limbs and flesh rained down like a downpour.
In the end, even the tribal army was a little numb.
The orc warriors yawned, and the tauren warriors scratched their buttocks. It was as if the Alliance's cannons were not powerful demons that could slaughter an entire village, but a group of moving targets.
The bombardment lasted for about ten minutes, and then Jaina's voice came through the magic transmission.
"There aren't many demons left."
The artillery fire ceased within a minute.
Thousands of cannons fired continuously. The scene was quite shocking, but it was a pity that the cost was astronomical.
If it wasn't for the recent introduction of a new currency nicknamed "Azeroth RMB" with gold as collateral, which was very popular and unanimously recognized by the Alliance Tribes, to a certain extent filling the empty national treasuries through the issuance of additional currency, the Alliance Quartermaster and Internal Affairs Officer would probably have to jump into the river.
"Woo woo woo —" The orc trumpeter blew a huge horn, and the desolate and heroic sound of the horn echoed in the Cursed Lands.
That was the sound of the horn to attack.
"Attack!" Sal raised the Hammer of Destruction high, squeezed his legs on the white-furred wolf under him, and led the charge forward.
It had to be said that on a battlefield full of huge pits that were more than a meter deep, the wolf mount was better than the Alliance's warhorses. The large pit that the steam tank would lie in could be crossed by the wolf with a light leap, and as a native breed of Draenor, there was no problem of acclimatization. As long as there was enough meat, the wolf was one of the most ideal mounts in the Outer Lands.
Fortunately, the Alliance didn't have to rely on the Envy Tribe this time.
Seeing that the Tribal Army quickly drowned out the scattered Demons in front of the Door of Darkness, and then entered the Door of Darkness in an orderly manner, William clamped the slightly hard abdomen of the insect, and the insect that looked like a small car with a black base and red rings immediately strode forward with its four long, sickle-like legs.
As soon as he passed through the Door of Darkness, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, as if he was falling from a high altitude. However, it was only for a moment, and he and the insect quickly turned into a stream of light, crossing the void that was measured in units of light years.
When he came back to his senses, he was already on the back of the insect, on a long and wide illusory passage, charging towards the space outside the Door of Darkness.
Outside the door, there was a pitch-black sky with a fiery red base.
In front of the Alliance Soldiers, reflected in their vision, two armies were engaged in a life and death battle on the similarly red land in front of them.
All the sounds of battle seemed to be isolated by an invisible wall of air. The moment William led the vanguard knights of the Gryphon Legion out of the Door of Darkness, the earth-shattering sound waves were like crashing waves crashing against the shore. It violently impacted everyone's eardrums.
What William saw was a huge Lord of the Abyss, a stone giant that was covered in green flames, and a large number of Evil Demon Guards and Doomsday Guards.
The only fortunate thing was that the number of these Evil Demons wasn't so high that it would make people feel hopeless.
Sensing the arrival of the Alliance, Thrall consciously moved the battle line towards the north of the Door of Darkness.
"Alliance — attack!" William took the lead and attacked towards the south.
The Alliance Army surged out of the Door of Darkness like a tide. First, it was the cavalry riding on the insects, followed by the Qiraj Flying Insect army led by Shatula, followed by the mages, and finally, the heavy and clumsy artillery regiment.
In the Alliance Army, no one noticed an ordinary mage.
"Ah!" A male human mage who looked less than 20 years old almost fell off his horse. An Alliance Knight beside him reacted quickly and pulled him up.
The two of them quickly left the main road and dismounted to rest. There was a group of people who had just finished teleporting but were not feeling well.
"Be careful, mage. If you fall off your horse during the charge, you'll most likely die!"
"Thank you!" The young mage straightened his mage crown and saw the emblem on the other party's armor. "Stormgardian?"
"Yes! My ancestors were Highland Knights of Torrential Castle. I'm Thomas. What about you? "
The young mage also showed the emblem on his mage robe. "Mage Mark Dooku from Theramore sends his regards."
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