In the sky, outside the compound magic formation, there were hundreds of looming veins of various sizes. These symbolized that Elygos was frantically extracting elements from a brand new magic net to support the operation of these powerful magic formations.
In fact, he was not the only one benefiting.
At this moment, a bright river of arcane light was hanging upside down over the entire Northwind Taiga. It floated in the sky where the cold wind howled, like a long river flowing with countless amethyst crystals, emitting a bright light.
With its support, the combat power of these blue dragons had more than doubled!
The Warsong Orcs near the Warsong Stronghold suffered a devastating blow.
In the midst of the rumbling explosion, many orcs on the sentry towers were blown away with a bang, falling from high places and turning into large red and green meat patties.
The unlucky soldiers below the stronghold were either thrown dozens of meters away by the violent explosion and landed heavily on the rugged slope, or had their heads cut in half by a piece of wood. There were also dozens of pieces of wood or iron that pierced through their bodies. They did not turn into corpses on the spot, but they had to suffer for a while before they died.
In the wilderness, Garrush had a hard time catching a Forgotten Mage who was running around. It was a messenger. He grabbed the thin Bone by the collar. "Where's the Alliance?! Didn't those thin guys claim to be our allies? Now their allies have betrayed them. Have they betrayed us too? "
The Forgotten Mage was in extreme pain. Although he did not feel any pain, he still struggled hard. Garrush's crude methods embarrassed him. "The Sleeping Dragon Temple, the Alliance, and the Horde announced an hour ago that the Blue Dragon King Malygos had been corrupted and was already an enemy. You ran too far, we couldn't find you at all. "
Garrouche was greatly offended.
Because this meant that the blame was likely to be on him.
He did not regret it because this was a 'normal' hunt for the clan.
In Nagrand, there had to be at least one such large-scale hunt every week, or the clan would starve.
"No —" Garrush roared hoarsely. "This is all the fault of the Alliance! This is a trap! They put us here on purpose to lure us! As expected, despicable outsiders cannot be trusted — "
Garrouche roared.
Little did he know that when he vented his anger and roared, he had unintentionally stated at least one truth...
The Forgotten Mage bitterly said, "The Wyrmrest Temple is not under the Alliance's control. Even Alexstrasza couldn't stop the Blue Dragon King from going crazy and challenging Arthas. This has nothing to do with the Alliance. Moreover, the Alliance was also attacked. "
He expressed the opinion of the majority. There was nothing wrong with that logic.
The Alliance Army had a faster reaction time than the Horde because other than the Magic Communication Direct Squadron, the Alliance had many other rapid communication systems.
In addition to the spiritual owl communication of the Night Elves, there was also the divine power communication that only the members of the Elune Sisterhood could use.
After magical communication became chaotic and intermittent due to Malygos creating a second Weave, divine communication became the most effective and fastest method. It was a pity that there were too few female priests who had the ability to use Divine Power Communication. Only high-ranking priests could do so, and they would not be able to use it unless it was a critical moment.
What the Alliance was testing was the telegraph.
After diesel engines became popular, Duque spent a lot of effort to develop and promote electromagnetic induction generators. It was not difficult to generate electricity by constantly rotating electromagnetic coils. As long as one was in an engineering university, there was no one who couldn't do it.
With the advent of electricity, the 'invention' of the telegraph was inevitable.
The problem now was the decay of electricity and the problem of heat during the transmission of electricity.
High-voltage transmission, then using substations to reduce the voltage back to civilian use, Duque understood the principle, but to put it into practical use, it still required a lot of practice and experiments.
At the moment when Duque's Weave was being challenged, it was indeed a good time to launch the telegraph system. The closer it was to Malygos' lair, the less efficient Duque's Weave was. Of course, the part of the Weave that Duque concentrated on protecting was still working well. For example, the two large fulcrum points, Naxxramas and the Fearless Stronghold.
The Alliance's communication system did not collapse, and naturally, its defense showed extremely exaggerated efficiency.
In the magic mirror, when Duque saw the blue dragons flying from the horizon, he couldn't help but complain, "Who on earth gave them the courage to challenge us?"
Then Duque added in a low voice, "I bet it's not Liang Jingru …"
Seeing the blue baby dragons that were not even baby dragons, Bu Laing Bronzebeard also sighed. "This is definitely a feast for the Dalajan Mages."
Dragon remains were rare and precious, not to mention the blue dragon scales, fur, and limbs that were rich in magic power. Because of their good relationship with the Sleeping Dragon Temple, except during the second Battle of the Dark Portal, when the Red Dragon Army was enslaved by the Horde, the Dalajan and Duque ruthlessly plundered a wave of red dragon materials. There was no such good opportunity again.
Today, a good dragon skin of about one square meter could be sold for 10,000 Arathor gold coins.
After sighing, Bu Laing said loudly, "Prepare to use the cannons to tell those big lizards that the anger of mortals is too hot for them to bear!"
"Oh —" The soldiers below all showed a state of inexplicable excitement.
Under the lead of an Ancient Colossal Blue Dragon, more than ten Adult Blue Dragons led hundreds of Dragon Whelps, as well as close to ten thousand Dragon Whelps. They spread their wings and rode the strong winds, sweeping over from ten kilometers away.
Although they were still far from the blue dragons' range of attack, the long river of light and shadow of the arcane magic that swayed in the void behind them had already made the soldiers of Naxxramas realize that if they were to judge their attack power based on their size alone, they would definitely suffer.
The blue dragons moved faster than expected, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the blue dots on the horizon became bigger.
Although they were still out of sight, with the help of the high-magnification periscope, the Alliance's gunners could even see the scales on their wings clearly.
The deep blue eyes in the eye sockets and the long, crisscrossed dragon teeth made people feel even more uncomfortable.
Naxxramas was like this, and the Fearless Fortress was also facing a similar situation.
At this time, Duque's voice sounded in the front line of the Alliance army.
"Twenty-three years ago, in the second Battle of the Dark Portal. I led your father's generation, a total of 200,000 troops in front of the Wall of Thoradin, and it was difficult to move an inch, all because of the rampage of an ancient red dragon. Today, twenty-three years later, we face an even more exaggerated opponent. But I want to say, with the development of technology, mortals have really set foot on the world stage. We have cannons! We have airships! We have enough power to destroy all evil! So, I hope everyone will give these guys who dare to go against the tide of history a good look, what technology is — "
"All troops, listen to my order — fire in turn!"
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