The unusually nimble flying snakes had already rushed to the deck. The flying snakes, who had already received the order, retracted their long wings and began to destroy the destroyer's propellers without a care.
Unlike the thick deck, the propellers were still a fragile existence even with protective grilles.
A flying snake that had already been hit by multiple cannons chose to perish together with the enemy. Its entire body crashed into the propellers, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. However, the snake's unique toughness also wrapped around the propellers, and the high-speed rotation of the propellers stopped. In the blink of an eye, the entire destroyer lost its balance and kept tumbling, falling from mid-air into the distant hills.
Most of the soldiers who were flung out of the destroyer did not meet the happy end of falling to their deaths. Before they could fall to the ground, they had already been intercepted and killed by the flying snakes in mid-air. Under the sharp mouths of the snakes, only broken limbs and flesh could fall to the ground.
On the other side, after a few seconds, a bright ball of fire rose in the direction where the spaceship had fallen.
"Shrink the formation!" Bu Laing nervously commanded on the Black Pearl. He had to constantly adjust the position of each battleship on the 3D map according to the situation of the battleships.
The situation was still not optimistic. In the sky were countless flying snakes, and on the ground was a surging sea race army.
The entire Twin Tower Stronghold was like a small boat in a tsunami, about to capsize and sink at any time.
Bu Laing cast his gaze to the east. At the far end of the horizon was the Dark Portal, which was also the only way for the expeditionary army to return home. "Duque … you have to make a decision!"
In Karazhan, Duque looked at the battle situation in the magic mirror and suddenly sighed.
The Twin Emperors were indeed suppressing Vaski. In the elemental domain, they had the advantage. What was worse was that this was not an overwhelming advantage.
The Demon Emperor desperately urged the ice elements to freeze the surroundings, preventing the land battle from turning into an underwater battle. Vashj continued to wreak havoc, using lightning strikes or summoning large underlings to break the ice wall with brute force.
In close combat, the Sword Emperor had no choice but to maintain his distance from Vashj. Once the distance was too close, the Sword Emperor would be beaten up by Vashj's high agility and speed.
"Alas!" Following Duque's sigh, the battle on Serpentine Temple's throne platform came to an abrupt end.
Because a variable had appeared.
"Sigh!" Vashj also sighed inwardly.
This kind of opportunity to train with a suitable opponent was too rare.
In this life, perhaps because someone had returned to the ancient war to stir up trouble, the trajectory of Vashj's life had changed subtly.
First, before joining Illidan, he would follow Archimonde. Of course, in the eyes of the arrogant Archerons, the Naga Clan was just like a barge or a ferry. Archimonde, who had destroyed thousands of planets, simply looked down on Vashj.
Not only did he work for free by following that damn Ack, he even reaped a lot of benefits. After all, he had lost a large number of his men when he landed in Azshara.
Then, when Ner 'zhul raised the flag of rebellion against the Burning Legion, Vashj, who had already barely joined the legion as a vassal, was directly sent by Kil' jaeden to follow Illidan.
Then came another defeat. Illidan was outshot by Arthas in 20 shots.
Vashj had no choice but to follow Illidan to the Outland dejectedly.
But in this life, Duque gave Kael 'thas a hand. Instead of being corrupted, he became the savior of the Draenei. As a result, among Illidan's direct subordinates, Vashj could be considered to be the most powerful. Almost all the spoils of war in the siege would be given to her.
Coincidentally, Vashj actually leveled up.
Although she was only a demigod who strengthened her body and broke through her limits.
After suffering for ten thousand years, she finally found a path of power, so Vashj naturally cherished it.
Soon, she could not see the path ahead. On the path of leveling up, Illidan would not help her at all.
In the past few years, she had been one-sidedly beating the Draenei and could not find an opponent of the same level. Even if she imitated him, she could not find an opponent.
Illidan's path of dark energy was not something she could learn.
Dark energy was refined by harvesting lives and souls. Everyone was harvesting. Illidan, the boss, ate the meat, and she, Vashj, could only drink the soup. The more powerful the power, the less it would be her turn.
She could not improve herself by simply plundering, so what else could she do?
On the path of power, she was completely lost.
Now it was different.
The Qiraj Twin Emperors were her best touchstone.
She could vaguely see another path in the other party. This path had absolutely nothing to do with their previous master, C 'Thun.
During the fight, she could only feel that she had to cooperate with something and form a resonance with it. Only by absorbing that thing could she make a stronger power take root in her body.
It was a very mysterious feeling.
Originally, Vashj wanted to experience more in the battle.
Unfortunately, at this moment, the Twin Emperors suddenly retreated and stopped without warning.
Vashj had to interrupt her journey of enlightenment and focus on dealing with the upcoming battle that could start again at any time.
The Twin Emperors stood with their hands by their sides. Vashj looked up at them, knowing that this pair of brother emperors represented the will of the Weave demigod Duke Marcus, and that demigod had obviously been watching everything that was happening here from somewhere.
They stopped and did not speak, which meant …
The main character had appeared.
Sure enough, after a moment, the illusory elemental radiance extended out from the Weave. When the bright light condensed together and formed a human figure in mid-air, a calm voice descended on the high platform of the Colifang Throne.
Vashj suddenly had a sense of trance. She seemed to have heard the voice that lingered in the minds of every ancient Naga like a ghost. It was a terrifying voice that was absolutely unforgettable, a voice that ended the dream of the High Elves' power, and even dealt a heavy blow to the invincible god Sargeras in their hearts.
"Have we … met before?"
It was a very comical and funny sentence. If it had been before someone transmigrated, this would have been a terrible pick-up line.
But Vashj did not underestimate this sentence, or the person who said it.
Looking at Mark Dooku's face, she put away the weapons in each of her hands into her storage space bag. Her six hands crossed at the same time, and she bowed deeply. "No Naga who has experienced the ancient war will forget your face, your voice, and your power waves. The great demon terminator, the destroyer of the void, the former high-level Void Lord of the Infernal Realm … Lord Mark Dooku!"
Suddenly being flattered, Duque was a little embarrassed, but he still asked directly, "Do you … know a maid called Serenia Eubitiria?"
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