Perhaps before the widespread use of the Holy Light, no leader of the Alliance would have thought that Naaru could be so useful.
They accepted the Draenei as a race with the right to vote, mostly out of justice, faith, and morality, which had nothing to do with benefits. However, after all the weapons were transformed into the Holy Light, they suddenly felt that the whole world was different.
In terms of dealing with demons, there was no weapon more effective than the Holy Light.
If it was during the Second World War of the Dark Portal, to kill a Hellfire, it would require at least the first and second generation Holy Knights of the Silver Hand to act, or a group of mages to forcefully blast it to death with magic.
Now, three gunners who had trained for at most a week could easily kill a Hellfire with the PAK40 cavalry cannon. This was unimaginable in the past.
It was the same for the Nagas.
In countless legends, the Nagas were evil creatures. They were traitors who betrayed their compatriots and even all intelligent creatures of Azeroth. Their ugly appearance was the curse of the planet.
In fact, this was not the case at all. The High Elves had become like this purely because of the evil power of N 'Zoth. In essence, they were a kind of neutral creature. It was only because of the harsh living environment and the bad habits left behind in the Azsharite court that they often committed malicious acts of deception and deception.
Now, when the Nagas stood on the side of the Alliance, everyone could deeply feel the power and usefulness of the Nagas.
Under the joint control of the unstable Hydus and Vashj, who was hiding below, this huge wave of water dozens of meters above the ground was like the clouds in the sky, rolling back layer by layer. In an instant, it formed a huge ring-shaped wall of water around the huge Hellfire Suprimus' body.
It was as if endless water sprayed out from the dozens of holes, forming a huge independent space, isolating Suprimus from the other demons.
Then after all the water rushed into the air, under the control of a mysterious force, it gathered on top of Suprimus, who was at a loss. When the water had gathered more than ten thousand tons, all the water poured down.
The waterfall-like water slammed down, forming a fire and water relationship with the huge blue flames of the Hellfire. The thick water column bared its fangs and brandished its claws, like the mouth of a dragon, trying to swallow the Hellfire in one gulp.
The ultra-high temperature of the demonic flames evaporated the water dragon, and the water dragon was also trying hard to extinguish the damn flames.
Just as the surroundings were filled with white light, everyone thought that the battle between water and fire would last for a long time. A huge anchor suddenly broke through the bottom of the training ground, drawing a strange arc in the water before accurately hooking onto the back of the Hellfire.
"Hehe! Come down! " A huge Sea Giant revealed half of his body through a big hole. He then pulled the thick iron chain connected to the anchor with one hand and dragged Suprimus down.
If it was a battle of pure strength, Suprimus might not necessarily lose to Morogrim Tidewalker. It was obvious that there were other existences that had dragged Hellfire into the water. Everyone seemed to see a super big fish the size of a small fortress biting on the chain to help.
Uh, Vashj's subordinate, the Big Fish Boss Yuslar also helped out.
In a land battle, Suprimus wasn't afraid of Vashj's subordinates. Now, with a single order from Duque, the land battle had turned into a water battle. Could it be that a mere large Hellfire could overturn the heavens?
A few Serpentshrine Bosses acted together, and suddenly Suprimus was forcibly dragged into the water area of the lower level of the Black Temple.
Strings of blue bubbles were still bubbling up from the deep waters, popping and popping one by one. This seemed to indicate Suprimus' inevitable fate.
High temperature could indeed evaporate water.
But how much could it evaporate?
If a thousand tons wasn't enough, then ten thousand tons.
If ten thousand tons wasn't enough, then one million tons.
At the end of the day, this was an issue of conservation of energy.
Now, Vashj had used the Colifang Reservoir's water pump to transfer almost all the water in the Outland. If a mere Suprimus could evaporate the water of a continent, then there was nothing to say. Otherwise, he would definitely kneel.
No one wanted to know what kind of game Vashj's subordinates were playing with this large Hellfire in the deep waters.
Anyway, when Thrall and Varian saw Duque appear again, it wasn't long before Vashj also arrived.
She transformed into her High Elf form and bowed. "My Lord, Suprimus has been executed, but more than half of the water pump is broken. We can no longer move the water pump to a higher place. The Storm Naga's next role will be quite limited. "
Duque didn't care. "It's okay, you and the Storm Naga did well. There will be scribes who will record the credit for clearing the supply line and taking care of the Doom Walker, Najitus, and Suprimus. If we take down the Darkness Shrine, you will definitely have a share of the spoils of war. "
Vashj's face was filled with joy.
Victory was a good thing. As long as there were spoils of war, it would definitely make the Nagas feel a stronger sense of belonging to the Alliance and their master, Duque.
Naturally, what she said was another matter. "The Storm Naga is already very satisfied to be able to share a little of Master's glory."
"You're not an outsider, no need to be polite." Duque waved his hand. "Next, who else under you can attack the high-level Darkness Shrine?"
Vashj raised her hand, and the ancient longbow engraved with magic patterns immediately appeared in her hand. Her face was fanatical, and she only said one word. "Me!"
"Very good!"
Thrall was envious of Vashj's performance, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Indeed, there was no harm without comparison.
It was not easy to take in the Goron Tribe, but deep down, Gruul was extremely arrogant.
Not to mention the Goron Tribe, even the Forsaken and the goblins gave Thrall a feeling of being united on the surface. Unlike the Qiraji insect people and the Storm Naga, they were like loyal dogs from the start, and they did not even have the right to vote. In politics, they were absolutely consistent with the leader of the Alliance.
In the past, the Great Chieftain had the final say in the tribe, and everything was decided by the Great Chieftain.
The Alliance was more like a rookie alliance, and they were a bunch of hindrances.
Now, the Alliance was like the Horde, and the Horde was like the Alliance.
Under Duque's command, the various kings and leaders of the Alliance performed their respective duties and operated efficiently. On the contrary, the Horde had all kinds of contradictions. If it were not for the Burning Legion and the Calamity Legion, the Horde might have fallen apart on its own.
Shaking his head and dispelling those bad thoughts from his mind, Thrall looked at the situation in front of him. After Suprimus was dragged to the lower level and killed, the flood quickly receded.
Apart from the water stains and holes on the ground, it was impossible to imagine that the flood had just swept through this place that felt more like a mountainside.
The road ahead had been cleared!
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