In the face of reconciling ethnic hatred again, Du Que felt satisfied in Karazhan.
After all, even if he had become a demi-god, his base was still the Alliance.
A guy who lost his position to please the Orcs was destined to have a tragedy.
In the end, Duque was just following his heart.
As for dealing with Kil 'jaeden, of course, it was because Kil' jaeden was doing something big at this moment, digging a hole for him. How could he have the time to come to the Outland to deal with him?
What's more, he's making it clear that he's following his heart. Come on, everybody, repeat after me. 'Follow' at the top, and 'at the bottom' at the bottom.
That's right!
It's the word 'coward'!
Men hide under the bed. Oh, no, hide in their lair. If you can't say it, then don't come out.
Writing without backbone, read as' restraint '!
Anyway, as long as Kil 'jaeden doesn't descend from the Outland, no one can prove that the Alliance's commander, Duke Marcus, is a coward in Azeroth.
Hehehe!
From the first day he transmigrated, Du Que was a coward.
At first, he didn't want to fight to become a ghoul, then he didn't want to join the Burning Legion and was sold by President Sargeras, and then he stabbed President Sargeras to death …
Just as Duque was feeling proud of his impromptu speech, he suddenly found that Vashj was already standing in front of him.
The High Elf's slender arms looked particularly elegant when she performed a maid's salute. After lifting her white gauze skirt, a small section of her white calves was revealed.
"Hmm?" Duque was a little puzzled.
"Master, your speech just now deeply touched me."
"…"
"In the past, I only wanted to go with the flow. It wasn't until I made the wrong choice and suffered ten thousand years of torture that I understood. The future must be fought for and cherished. Dear Master, your Celaika is very happy now. So, whether it's public or private, I will unreservedly contribute my strength. "
After saying that, Vashj knelt down like a cat with its back arched.
She crawled over step by step, with a slightly fanatical charm on her face, and at the same time, her sexy tongue gently licked her red lips.
Duque panicked a little.
"Wait! Why did you hit my [Armor Penetration]? A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists! "
"Dear Master, I'm about to use my mouth now …" Vashj pressed on.
"No — no … no …"
At this moment, Duque's eyes were filled with tears. He sighed in his heart, "The moral degeneration of the world is getting worse day by day. Why did all the maids nowadays like to counterattack?
The next day, the devils in the fortress welcomed an unexpected challenge.
The reckless Alliance had sent out a troop of 10,000 soldiers to deliver food to the enemy.
Kavirin the Prophet was a Shivalan. These evil six-armed priestesses focused on both martial arts and magic. Their healing spells brought many of the Burning Legion's wounded back to life, while their shadowy spells kept the memories of those who had been tortured as long as their souls did not perish.
These priestesses were very devout. The meaning of their existence was to spread the will of Sargeras.
At the same time, on many occasions, they acted as the commanders of the army.
Hearing about the Alliance's invasion, Kavirin was stunned for half a second, and then her face showed humiliation and anger. "These reckless bugs, after winning under the protection of those damn Titan creations, they dare to look down on the army? Do they think we're the same as those weak trash next door who can't even enter the main army? Send out the Fel Reavers! I want to see those bugs tremble under the invincible power of the army! "
The strong looked down on the weak, and the weak envied the strong. This was the norm in the Burning Legion.
The powerful devils who belonged directly to the army looked down on the weaklings who were sent to join Illidan. This was almost a matter of course.
When Imriel, Marad, and Yorregar brought 10,000 elites and mixed forces to a place five kilometers in front of the fortress, they were deeply shocked.
Not everyone had seen the Fel Reavers of the Hellfire Peninsula with their own eyes.
Although the Fel Reavers were technically the technology of the Eredar Family from 25,000 years ago, unfortunately, this technology was lost to the Draenei. Now, the only Ethereal Reaver was still on the spaceship of The Storm Fortress to help them guard their home.
Now, this batch of Fel Reavers had actually been weakened. They were created by the Mo 'arg Mechanics. Although they were still very powerful, they could only be regarded as machines that used brute force after losing their arcane attack abilities. They had no intelligence and could only follow orders.
The strength and defense of the Fel Reavers were better than the Hellfire. It could be said that they were an upgraded version of the Hellfire. However, the cost of creating them was very high, and even the Burning Legion had only created a few of them in the entire Outland.
Other than the one that was forcefully killed by William and his heroes on the Hellfire Peninsula, and the Doom Walker that was now guarding the entrance of the Black Temple, the other three were here.
In the sky, ten kilometers away from the army led by Hoof, Mark Dooku, who was sitting in the command room of the Black Pearl and watching the battle through a magic mirror, laughed.
"In reality, there are only three types of weapons in the world — energy weapons represented by magic, kinetic weapons represented by cannonballs and arrows, and projectile missiles … Even in the Great Universe Era, there are no more than these three types. Someone suggested that I use powerful magic to bombard these big guys … Actually, as long as I can hit the armor-piercing effect, no matter how big the enemy is, it is just a target. "
Bu Laing frowned. He had always had reservations about the new warship that Duque had strongly advocated for. Reducing firepower, increasing survivability and agility, he was still not sure about this trend.
Although the Dwarves also had the concept of using cannons to blow things up, it was to blow everything up in one shot even if the enemies were all over the mountains and plains.
Bu Laing had never been able to keep up with Duque's new way of thinking that pursued accuracy and killing in one shot.
"Let's continue watching." Duque did not say anything further, and directly let Bu Laing continue watching.
In the image, the huge Fel Reaver was already extremely shocking just by walking over. It was more than ten stories tall, and every step it took on the ground would cause an earthquake-like tremor.
This was not an opponent that close-range weapons could deal with at all. Countless Draenei clenched the weapons in their hands tightly, but they realized that it was completely futile. Even if they used their toes to think, they would know that the sharp or blunt weapons in their hands would not be able to cause any substantial damage to this huge metal robot.
When the Fel Reaver approached the ten thousand people, the standard Flying Battleship of the Alliance opened fire.
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