Before reaching the demigod realm, Duque had been focused on improving himself. When he arrived, he felt that it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands.
This was a very practical problem.
When the planet Azeroth's protective spell formation was still in place, he organized the defense of a Dark Portal, and at most, Karazhan, the Sunwell and the Dalajan. Apart from these few places, there were no other places on the planet where demons could descend on a large scale.
However, when the planet's protective spell formation collapsed, it would be a basket full of holes. Patching it up would be a joke. Unless a brand new cover was built to cover the entire Azeroth.
Duque knew that was impossible.
Sargeras would eventually return from the Abyss. At that time, if he didn't fail, the war with the Burning Legion would never end. One day, the creatures of Azeroth would use up their last drop of blood, and the destruction of Planet Azeroth would mark the end.
It was unimaginable how big a Titan was at its peak.
Duque only knew that Sargeras was huge. During the ancient war, Sargeras had desperately shrunk himself, trying to find a way to pass through the portal. Just from the parts of his body, he could tell that he was at least a few dozen stories tall.
And this was the shrunken version.
In his complete form, he was probably not much smaller than Planet Azeroth …
Even if Duque became a true god, it probably wouldn't be enough to fight such an opponent.
Duque didn't know what realm was above the true god. He only knew that the few ancient gods, as well as the Fire Demon King Ragnaros and the other elemental lords, had all been crushed by the Pantheon army led by Sargeras and rubbed against the ground. In the end, purely for the sake of Xing Hun, they weren't really killed.
After transmigrating to Azeroth, Duque was enlightened.
Anyway, this world was the same as the game and history he was familiar with.
If one person couldn't beat an elite monster, they would find two companions, and the three of them would kill it together.
A small Boss would find a team of five to kill it.
A big Boss would be killed by a team of 15 or 20 people.
If they couldn't even deal with the Final Boss, they would send a 40-man team to kill it.
If an ordinary powerhouse couldn't do it, he would send a Hero. If a Hero couldn't do it, he would send a Demigod.
If one race didn't have enough people, then they would add a few more races. If the Alliance wasn't enough, then they would add the Horde. If that wasn't enough, then they would recruit people from all over the universe. They would definitely be able to find top-notch experts to fight against the Burning Legion.
In addition, Duque was crazily using his advanced technology to wipe out the Burning Legion's advantage in numbers.
With such a quantitative and qualitative change, would Sargeras die or not?
Of course, the prerequisite for all of this was that the leaders of the Alliance didn't court death. Although Duque was the helmsman, for the ship to sail smoothly, it still needed the cooperation of many people.
The more advanced technology was, the more leaders needed to be open-minded and realistic at the same time.
Fortunately, apart from Theon and Gavin Rad, who were in their fifties, the other leaders in the Alliance were either very young, or monsters who weren't very old or wouldn't age.
The dwarves, elves, and Draenei were all long-lived, while Du Mok, Jaina, Kaliya, and Illucia were all cheats.
Duque planned that when the time was right, he would ask the Great Hoodwinker Valen to come out and trick Theon into eternal life in the name of the Master of Holy Light.
The empress dowager, who had more than 40 years of combat experience but only had the body of an 18-year-old, was intoxicating.
With a smile on his face, Duque watched the performance of the leaders of the Alliance.
"Wow, this anti-air cannon is so powerful!" Ever since Bu Laing was captured and brought back to fight Katyusha, Hoof had been thrown onto another Mammoth tank to take charge of the anti-air cannon.
The advanced technology left behind by the Titans was definitely beyond imagination.
Hoof had seen the grappling hook attached to the Mammoth tank fly out and grab a broken statue puppet. It pulled it directly into a burning furnace at the back of the tank. After a series of rumbling sounds, a large amount of psychedelic liquid flowed out and was injected into the tank's spare parts.
When needed, Iril only had to press a button, and the Titan Runic Circle engraved in the inner space of the tank would emit a mysterious blue glow. Then, the hallucinogenic liquid would be injected into the anti-air rocket's rack, and it would form a rocket by itself.
It was said that it was called "Sulphur".
Once fired, it would shoot forward at a high speed with a range of 1,000 yards. Anything it hit would explode on the spot, and everything within a 10-yard radius would be affected.
What was even more insane was that such a high damage rocket only had a gap of 0.25 seconds between shots.
This was enough to make all the anti-air cannons in the Alliance self-destruct. Even the Alliance's highly classified "Vulcan Machine Gun", which was being researched to replace the 40mm Bofors, would not have such a performance, let alone the octuple cannon.
This was a terrifying firepower that surpassed the theoretical value of the "Vulcan Machine Gun".
Looking at the rapid and violent rockets raining down on the hovering mechanical attack aircrafts, the few dwarves fell into deep thought at the same time.
Other than the dwarves, the other leaders were nervous and silent.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! " That was the Mammoth tank firing a cannon every second, a magnificent burst of four shots. Not far away, a large group of iron dwarfs that had been pulled over by motorcycles were instantly blasted dozens of meters into the air, turning into piles of black parts that scattered on the ground within a radius of a hundred meters with a pitter patter.
Everyone could imagine what would happen to a normal person if they were hit by this advanced technology.
"That's right, Sister Kaliya, why are you not nervous at all! I see that the other leaders are thinking about the future of the Alliance, and even the entire planet. "
"Me? Why should I be nervous? I didn't want to be the Queen of Lordaeron in the first place. It was Duque who made me do it. If Duque is willing, I can give the throne to him at any time. Then at least I won't have to bear so many burdens and be busy all day. "
"…" The hoof was silent for a while before saying, "You actually gave up your responsibilities so easily? You can bear to see your compatriots fall or die? "
"Of course I can't bear to! But what can I do? " Kaliya, who was in the main cannon position, tilted her little golden head and seemed a little distressed. "I might pass as a priest. They all think that my Holy Light is already very close to the level of an archbishop. But I don't have the ability to manage and the bearing of a king! Letting someone without talent lead a country with millions of people is a disaster in itself. "
"Uh …"
"If it wasn't for Duque's insistence and letting Sister Elusia help me manage Lordaeron, I would have quit long ago. You know, my biggest dream in life was to be a bride … "
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