Vashj, who knew nothing about modern industry, was dumbfounded when she saw this scene.
It was clear that if the Allied forces were not stopped, they would be able to build a decent small fortress in a day at most.
However, the surprise was short-lived.
"Master …" The Deepwater Lord Karathress asked Vashj in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?"
Vashj smiled seductively, "What's the point of catching these mortals? Can they pose a real threat to the Serpentshrine Temple? Or do you want to see me kill these lowly ants with my demigod body? "
"Of course not! Your Majesty. "Karathress bowed his head deeply.
One of her slender arms was gently raised, forming a graceful arc. Vashj made her decision, "Once five or more heroic domain powerhouses appear, drown it."
"As you wish."
The Alliance engineers were also trembling with fear.
"Hey, do you think those six-armed long tails will come out in full force?"
"Don't worry, Sir Marcus said they won't come out."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
What the engineers were doing was very much like stacking blocks. Pieces of two-meter-square prefabricated steel plates were connected with screws, placed in predetermined positions, and then poured cement into them like sandwiched biscuits.
A fortress covering an area of about one square kilometer rose from the ground almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
For a whole day, not a single Naga floated to the surface to openly peep at the fortress. Perhaps there were, but it was impossible to detect them from under the water.
The Allied Army's security force rotated every hour as usual.
Just that every hour, the tower behind them would rise by one floor.
There were twelve arrow towers in the outer layer. When the reinforced concrete wall connecting these arrow towers was completed, twelve taller arrow towers immediately appeared in the gap between the arrow towers.
After the completion of the twenty-four arrow towers, a second layer of walls was immediately built in the inner circle, and six mysterious magic towers were erected inside.
Layer after layer, as if skewered, the prefabricated parts were inlaid. With each additional layer, the dazzling colorful patterns on the magic towers became brighter.
Until the tenth floor.
Of course, this wasn't a mage tower in the traditional sense where mages could live, conduct experiments, and defend against enemies. It was a mage tower that could be used for both offense and defense. This was a pure magic power amplifier. It used high-purity magic crystals in conjunction with a huge magic formation to upgrade every single spell cast by Pharaoh, who was in charge of the Magus Tower, from personal spells to war spells.
There were many times when Morogre Tidewalker wanted to charge forward, but Karathress held him back.
"There's no hurry! There was no hurry! Now, this group of worthless soldiers couldn't even be considered as appetizers. We must be patient. "
Almost at the same time, in the Telredor Fortress in the central part of Zangarmarsh, the powerhouses of the Alliance and the Horde had already gathered.
This Stronghold, which originally belonged to the Draenei, had now become the Allied Army's forward base because of someone's order to fill up the lake.
The fortress was situated at the top of an incomparably huge stone mushroom. It looked so tall that it was unreachable. The mushroom's roots, which had been reinforced by dozens of defensive spells, were even more indestructible. If an existence below the level of a True God were to come over, they could forget about shaking it in the slightest.
In the hall where the powerhouses of the Horde rested, Sal was calmly cleaning his famous [Hammer of Destruction]. He used forceps produced by the Alliance to carefully clean the minced meat stuck to the side of the square-shaped hammer. Although the high temperature of the hammer would turn everything into charcoal, biological fats were hard to burn. Over time, there would always be some jelly left behind.
"Are you ready?" Orgrim came in and asked.
"I'm always ready," Sal replied calmly.
Surprisingly, they didn't talk about this mission. Obviously, the Alliance and the Horde's positions were always different, but they chose to believe in Duque without reservation.
As a leader, he would never be stingy to predict his enemies and his allies for the worst. Because a leader would never represent a single person, but a large group.
Only in this way, those who trusted him and gave their lives and souls to him would not die in vain because of the leader's wrong trust.
A mature leader should never trust any outsiders. After all, when you trust your allies more than you trust yourself, then you can talk about having absolute trust in your allies.
This wasn't an easy thing to do.
Whether it was Sal or Orgrim, they all believed in Duque. They believed that he had an absolute trump card that could deal with Vashj.
Sal's adjutant came. "Great Chief, the Alliance's Storm King Varian is waiting for you outside."
"I'll be right there."
Sal strode out with the powerhouses of the Horde and saw each other in military attire. Everyone's face was filled with determination. Every pair of eyes was filled with absolute confidence. This was the determination that only those who had gone through thousands of hardships and been baptized by more than one cruel battle would have.
Varian's hands were on the hilts of his two divine longswords, and his eyes were like lightning. "It's time!"
Sal nodded. "Let's go!"
With the strongest mage of the Horde, Anastrian, in the lead, the Pharaoh of the Alliance and the Horde cast a spell together and opened a portal that could allow four carriages to pass through side by side. On the other side of the portal was the brand-new small fortress built on the ruins of the twin towers.
As soon as the Sun King arrived at the fortress, he immediately flashed to the mage tower in the south of the central square of the fortress. One could see that with the fortress as the center, a huge flame shield with a diameter of more than two kilometers quickly formed. The huge fortress looked like a huge fireball from afar.
Surrounded by a group of powerhouses of the Alliance, the Great Astromancer Solarian hugged the air. The pair of delicate and soft palms were facing a large crystal awl that was at least three stories tall. The purple awl emitted surging arcane energy waves that caught everyone's attention.
Whoosh — Whoosh — Whoosh — Circle after circle, it surged outwards like a tide.
Arriving at the center of the square, Solarian's every step agitated the magic array that had been engraved on the ground, causing an even greater arcane reaction.
When Solarian let go of her hands and let the ten-meter-long awl slowly fall into the center of the magic array, a zigzagging bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the purple-black sky above the ruins of the twin towers.
An immeasurable amount of elements gathered here at high speed, causing the thin clouds to suddenly become visible to the naked eye. The clouds boiled like thick porridge.
When the boiling reached its peak in just a few seconds, a purple-blue light spot suddenly appeared in the sky directly above the top of the crystal awl.
As if an entire mountain had fallen into the water, the arcane energy from the light spot set off waves of energy in the air, spreading out for several miles.
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