A huge waterspout with a cross-section larger than a football field rose from the surface of the water at the farthest end of the east. With a deafening roar, it suddenly moved towards the east.
In just a few minutes, it crossed a distance of 5,000 meters, passed through the huge passage between the Atama Platform in the north and the ruins of Karabor in the south, and slammed into the huge Mech Armageddon guarding the gate of the Dark Temple.
The evil Eredar Warlocks cast up a magic formation in an attempt to stop this terrifying waterspout, and indeed, they succeeded in resisting this direct attack.
Unfortunately, from the beginning, the attack of the Allied Forces was not meant to destroy directly.
It was too much of a stretch to destroy the fortress of an army with a simple physical attack.
Elements were also energy, and before the defensive energy was exhausted, there would not be too many opportunities for direct attacks. If they simply wanted to use magic or artillery to destroy the Dark Temple, they would have to bombard it until the end of time. Perhaps the entire Draenor would collapse before they could have a chance to do it.
However, no matter how powerful the Eredar Warlocks were, they could not suddenly make millions of tons of water disappear.
A scarlet brilliance flashed, and the magic shield covering the entire temple lasted less than two seconds under the huge water column before it was declared to be broken. The rest depended more on the magic protection spell of the temple itself.
Duque did not count on that at all. What he wanted was to flood the front gate of the Dark Temple and trap the super Mech Giant, Armageddon, in.
"Quagmire!" Outside the Dark Temple, the Demon King Vek'lor cast a large-scale magic, turning the entire front gate of the Dark Temple into a super big lump of paste.
The Eredar Warlocks had no way to deal with the unreasonable war magic of the Allied Forces, which did not consume a lot of energy.
They were more adept at fighting energy against energy and magic against magic. They were not good at changing the terrain to gain an advantage for their side.
In order to prevent Armageddon from falling into the quagmire, the best way to deal with it was to quickly solidify the ground so that Armageddon could regain freedom and even have an advantage in mobility.
Unfortunately, these Eredar Warlocks were not good at Earth Magic in the Natural Series, nor did they know how to solidify the quagmire-like ground with wide-area Frost Magic.
They watched helplessly as more than half of Doom Walker's body was submerged by the muddy water.
At the bottom of the water to the west of Doom Walker, thirty-six high-grade Naga Priestesses surrounded Vashj. Their cheeks trembled slightly, and a strange incantation sounded underwater, lingering on an ancient magic circle full of mysterious aura.
Vashj, in her naga form, opened her eyes and held six staves in her six hands, the tip of each stave bursting with bright light.
Even in the murky water, the six-pointed star magic radiance formed by the six tips of the staff was still shining in all directions.
"No! Stop that traitor!" An Eredar Warlock leader cried out in fear.
"No, the magic formation … seems to have been damaged!" A Warlock replied.
"What!?"
Any war-grade magic array would need to cover an extremely large area. This was the price that had to be paid to increase the power of a spell.
Most mature magic arrays had gone through countless generations of modifications to become as concise as possible. Therefore, every magic rune on the magic array had its own irreplaceable function.
Heavily guarding the war-grade magic array was an unchanging habit that the Burning Legion had developed in the past twenty-five thousand years.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for anyone to sneak in, unless it was … an invisible enemy.
"Hehehe!" A cruel yet joyful laughter attracted the attention of a group of demons.
A burly blue-skinned man appeared at the outermost end of the magic array. He had a similar appearance to the people of Eredar, such as the few tentacle-like long whiskers on his lower body. Unlike the people of Eredar, who still had good facial features in the midst of evil, his face was collapsed.
His bumpy face seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid. His protruding jaws had monster-like teeth, and a pair of eyes emitted a strange blue light.
In an instant, the Eredar Warlock leader recognized him and shouted his name in shock and anger, "Despicable Broken Akama!"
If the people of Eredar hated the Draenei because in their eyes, the Draenei were traitors, then their hatred for the Broken was even deeper. Because the Broken was a Draenei who had a disfigured face and lost part of their sanity.
In the eyes of the people of Eredar, this was an inferior product of a traitor.
This kind of existence that tarnished the noble bloodline of Eredar should be completely eliminated from the world.
Akama was originally a Draenei archbishop. Nearly thirty years ago, during the battle against the Fel Orcs, he was corroded by the poisonous fog during the Shattrath explosion and became a Broken. He lost the protection of the Holy Light and was later influenced by Nuboden to learn the teachings of the Shamans.
Akama led the Greytongue Death Oath to fight against the Fel Orcs led by Magtheridon. But in this life, because Illidan gained the trust of Kil 'jaeden, Magtheridon became his subordinate. This meant that Illidan didn't help Akama and take him and his Broken subordinates as his subordinates.
The only difference was that Illidan captured Akama once and continued to extract a part of his soul to make Akama's Shadow. Then, Akama used the racial talent of the Broken to escape.
500,000 troops attacking the Black Temple could not be hidden from anyone. When Akama took the initiative to contact the Alliance, hoping to help, Duque agreed.
Obviously, Akama did a good job. He used a small magic dagger given by Duque to temporarily paralyze the protection circle of the Black Temple.
Outside the temple, Duque's eyes narrowed. "Akama succeeded! Celaijia, it's up to you! "
Vaski smiled. "Don't worry!"
The six staffs on her six arms shot surging magic at the front of the circle. Without giving the Eredar warlocks any time to react, countless seaweed-like plants began to grow wildly under the feet of Doom Walker.
One meter, ten meters, a hundred meters.
This strange seaweed not only had an extremely powerful entanglement, but it also had thorns on it. As long as there was a small gap on Doom Walker's body, the thorns would grow wildly inside.
At the same time, the magical seaweed emitted bursts of yellow fluorescence, giving the Alliance's artillery fleet a clear indicator!
"Feint attack force, open fire!" On the new flagship, the Foolish Queen Ellie, Bu Laing gently waved his arm.
Immediately, the old warships led by the Black Pearl began to approach the Black Temple at high speed and bombarded the main body of the temple.
The purpose of the fierce attack was not to destroy, but to contain the magic defense of the Black Temple that could possibly recover.
When Bu Laing saw that the last magic shield was destroyed, he finally ordered, "Royal Brothel Team, listen up! Target — Doom Walker. "
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