Looking at the approaching giant mech, the ten thousand soldiers kneeling on the ground trembled in fear as they prayed to the gods they believed in.
The behemoth that barged into their sight should not be dealt with by mere soldiers.
While military orders must be obeyed, boorish men and fools were not the same.
Just as the huge tremor almost made everyone throw up last night's dinner. Time seemed to have frozen at that moment.
The Lord of the Abyss who was watching the battle from afar turned into horror as it screamed, "No!"
Amidst the flames. Everyone, including all the demons present, saw the right arm of the Fel Reaver suddenly twist outwards in a posture that should not have appeared in the explosion. It twisted outwards twice like a fried dough twist, and then because of the explosion at the shoulder, the entire arm fell off.
There were still bright sparks at the fracture, and green demonic energy sputtered out like a fountain.
What was even more ridiculous was that the arm that had fallen off was struck by another round of artillery. It spun and flew towards a mechanical device made by Morgo not far away, easily smashing it into smithereens.
Everyone's mouth was agape.
An earth-shattering cheer immediately broke out in the allied forces' camp.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"F * ck these big toys!"
"Hahaha!"
Compared to the cheers of the allied camp, the Morgo technicians were shocked.
The Fel Reaver's 200mm thick armor was penetrated?
Because it was an alloy filled with demonic energy, even the powerful magic of a Breaking Dawn Archmage might not be able to penetrate its armor. Similarly, even the brute strength of the Lord of the Abyss could not easily penetrate the alloy armor. Why did it become like paper in front of the humans' cannons?
The foreman Morgo was furious!
"Counterattack! Fire the cannons and counterattack! "
Demonic cannons were a necessary facility for every Demonic Foundry Camp. Every Demonic Foundry Camp would first set up demonic cannons before construction to provide protection for Gan Erge and Morgo who were working on the construction. There was no lack of demonic cannons in the Outlands, and this time was no exception.
Many of the demonic cannons hidden underground were pushed out from the bunkers by the craftsmen and fired directly into the sky.
The high-density dark-energy cannonballs left a trail of green glow in the dark sky as they flew toward the Alliance's airships hovering in the sky.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately! " In order to cover the retreat of the main force, brave frigates rushed up from time to time, using their relatively weak magic shields as the main force of the warships and cruisers to withstand the attacks of the large-caliber demonic cannons.
Their fates were often tragic.
The spherical white shield lasted less than a second before it turned into elemental particles and scattered in the air. Under the direct attack of the cannons, most of the ship's keel broke in one go.
The dark energy that charged straight in easily swept through the entire armory and triggered an even more powerful explosion.
Broken wood, twisted cannon barrels, and broken limbs of humans and dwarves rained down from the sky.
This scene was simply too horrible to look at.
Bu Laing covered his eyes.
Duque sighed. "See? If it were a new type of warship with an isolation cabin, it wouldn't have exploded so easily. "
Bu Laing nodded silently. If he had listened to Duque and given up the multi-cannons earlier, there would not have been this moment of sacrifice.
The only thing to be thankful for was that, with the desperate cover of the small ships, the main force finally flew out of the range of the demonic cannons.
Draenor itself was a planet with a smaller radius than Azeroth, so its crust had a larger curvature. Even after the planet exploded, the remaining continents or regions were the same.
When it flew more than 4,000 meters away from a target, the warship would look like it had sunk below the horizon. The demonic cannons that could only hit directly could not hit it at all, but the new cannons of the Alliance attacked in a parabola.
Although the hit rate of the attack from 10,000 meters away was simply unbearable to look at, the new cannons hitting the Fel Reavers were like a sledgehammer hitting an egg.
It was fine if it missed.
But if it did, not only would the egg white and yolk flow out, even the eggshell would turn into powder.
Even with the help of the Army, the cross-field attack of the giant cannons was still a matter of luck.
Fortunately, the Alliance had always been lucky where the hooves were.
After just three rounds of cannons, the three huge Fel Reavers were dead. The first Fel Reavers was the luckiest. It only had one hand and one leg hit, and it fell to the ground, twitching like an epileptic.
The second Fel Reavers was the worst. Unfortunately, it was hit in the chest by Hu Dehao's Soul Striker. The armor-piercing round, which weighed more than a ton, had pierced through the chest armor and hit the Fel Reaver directly, causing a huge explosion. It even affected the third Fel Reaver, which was close by.
The third Fel Reaver even had its left leg blown off, and it was rolling on the ground in a ridiculous manner.
Without the Fel Reavers, which the infantry feared the most, it was time for the charge.
"Charge!" Imriel raised his war hammer high.
The loud bugle call rang throughout the Alliance's camp.
The area that seemed to be completely empty a moment ago was instantly filled with a dense crowd of people.
Not only that, without any warning, the water level of the muddy lake north of the fortress suddenly dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a minute, the water dragon that once looked like a huge river had disappeared without a trace. Only the clear water marks on the red stones told others that there used to be a raging river here.
Just as Hoof led the Draenei and Dwarves as the main force of the infantry, and just went around the broken Fel Reavers, and were about to reach the fortress in a few minutes, a loud noise came from the direction where the water receded.
"Woo woo —" The long bugle call sounded like it had been for thousands of years.
Marrad stopped in his tracks and looked into the distance. His expression changed slightly.
"The Beastmen's Bugle!" Marrad stomped his hooves, but he still continued to charge.
They used to have a grudge that would not end until one of them died. Their blood had merged on the battlefield and dyed the entire Terroka Forest red. Unfortunately, they were now allies!
“Lok-tar，ogar！”
If they did not win, they would rather die!
The classic roar once again echoed in the Moon Shadow Valley.
Ever since the Moon Shadow Valley became Illidan's territory and testing ground, how long had it been since such a heroic roar echoed?
Many Beastmen had tears in their eyes.
"For the Horde!" The one who took the lead and raised his flaming war hammer was the Horde's chief, Thrall. Beside him, Orgrim followed closely. In addition, there was also the Tauren Chief, Kane.
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