The white iciness conquered the distance of 2,000 meters in one breath and shot towards the target.
The two Neltharion clones that were lured into the muzzle were hit directly!
The fangs of the white icy-cold energy directly bit through the dragon skin of the Deathwing clone. The dragon-like limbs that were still shaking and baring their fangs a moment ago became stiff and motionless.
The cold of absolute zero penetrated every cell in the body of the Deathwing clone in 0.01 seconds, and what was even more terrifying was the elemental erosion that followed.
If anyone could slice the body tissue of the Deathwing clone and put it under a microscope, they would clearly see that the originally violent, rapidly proliferating, and dividing cells had suddenly become as slow as an old woman. The water in the cells all turned into icicles, piercing the cell wall of every cell like a hedgehog.
The same thing was happening to every single cell in his body.
The huge dragon body that was noisy and full of disgusting shaking a second ago became deathly still under the sweep of the cold current.
Without a sound, the gigantic dragon clone turned into a large ice sculpture, which made the dragon feel very unhappy.
The ice sculpture that lost its support fell from a height of 1,000 meters to the ground.
"Crack!"
The two Deathwing clones were directly shattered!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" The shocking scene in the magic mirror directly made the Alliance soldiers who witnessed this scene reach a climax!
They clenched their fists, raised their arms, and shouted loudly.
"Confirmed that targets 1 and 3 have been completely destroyed!" The voice of the monitor girl spread throughout the bridge of the [Bismarck].
"Phew!" Jaina and Gerbin's tense hearts finally relaxed.
At this point, killing a Deathwing clone was not something to be proud of. What was worth being proud of was the fact that with the combination of magic and technology, he had killed a demigod-level monster at the Breaking Dawn level.
Killing enemies of a higher level was something that could only be encountered by chance since ancient times.
In particular, it was even more difficult to normalize this kind of behavior.
Under Duque's suggestion, mortals were working hard to make this impossible possible with their own wisdom and creativity.
Before Duque left for ancient times, he once said, "Azeroth has its own planet's will. When a planet is plagued with disasters, the planet will release the restrictions it has set up, allowing more mortals to have the space and opportunities to break through. It was foreseeable that there would be more Breaking Dawn Wizards one day. Although the streets won't be filled with Breaking Dawns, I reckon that it won't be a problem for the Alliance to nurture a dozen or so Breaking Dawns. "
With just a Breaking Dawn Great Wizard holding the fort and the support of the giant warships and cannons, they had the battle prowess to threaten a Demigod. What a magnificent feat of leaps and bounds!
Being immersed in this magnificent feat and legend, the great gnome craftsman Gerbin felt a sense of bliss.
Jaina was the only one who was more clear-headed. "Transfer the battle data immediately. [Bismarck] left the scene at top speed. Nesario will probably go crazy. We have to save this prototype as much as possible. "
Weapons that had not been tested in actual combat were mostly trash. As long as the experiment was generally successful, the subsequent modifications would be a piece of cake, provided that the most crucial prototype was preserved.
Nesario seemed to have also discovered the need to destroy this strange human creation. More clones began to emerge from the southern vortex of Dragonbone Wasteland.
At that moment, no one noticed that the Alliance's plan was still going on.
What is the most important thing in modern warfare?
Air supremacy!
Neither the Sleeping Dragon Coalition Army nor the Armageddon Army realized why the Alliance was so eager to eliminate the Twilight Dragons in the air.
Although the Twilight Dragons could be mass-produced like instant noodles, the number of Twilight Dragons that could be dispatched per unit of time was limited. This depended on the number of Twilight Dragons that could serve as commanders, as well as the upper limit of Nesario's willpower.
Even the Sleeping Dragon Temple itself did not notice that Duque had thrown out a set of calculations before leaving.
If the base number of adult Twilight Dragons was set to 1, then the combat power of a Twilight Dragon was equivalent to that of an Ancient Dragon. Together with the adult dragons that he could control, there were basically 300. Then, the maximum number that Nesario could command fluctuated between 12,000 and 20,000.
This depended on the distance between his main body and the group of Twilight Dragons, as well as the complexity of the situation.
This meant that Nesario could only command about 10,000 adult dragons to fight at most. Any more and the undisciplined Twilight Dragons would let loose and act recklessly.
There were three major battles going on at the same time. Once the Twilight Dragons in the sky above the main battlefield were cleared, a new batch of Twilight Dragons would replace them, and there would be a vacuum above the battlefield for about five minutes.
At an altitude of 4,000 meters, a giant transport ship of the Alliance began to drop [Magic Nuclear Bombs]!
In fact, this thing had nothing to do with nuclear energy. At this stage, the Alliance was far from being a 'nuclear' in terms of power supply or science and technology.
This could not stop Du Ze's yearning for big bombs.
Since Nesario also knew that he could not destroy the Sleeping Dragon Temple with just the Twilight Dragons, and instead bet on the Earth Elementals from the Deep Rock Continent, he just had to blow up the Earth Elementals.
[Little Fatty No. 2] fell with a loud bang. Not a single Twilight Dragon, not even Nesario himself, who was hiding in the dark, realized how terrifying this magic bomb was.
The last time the Alliance sent out such a big bomb, it was during the Wrath of the Lich King, when the tribe rebelled.
Winterspring was a cold and remote place, and there were no Twilight believers.
When the iconic mushroom cloud rose, Nesario was dumbfounded.
On the land covered in ice and snow, colorful flames were dancing on the ground and in the air.
A few seconds later, the terrifying shock wave set off by the mixture of elements and explosives swept over. Shaking, explosions, ear-piercing noises, everything became a symbol of the tragic loss of the Earth Elemental army …
In the open space where the Earth Elemental creatures gathered, [Little Fatty No. 2] exploded in the middle of the giant Earth Elemental elite group that had gathered there.
The core area was directly turned into a huge crater with a diameter of 500 meters. Naturally, the Earth Elementals in that place did not even have their bones left.
With a series of loud bangs, rubble flew in the army of stone people, and the stones that were blown away fell on the heads and bodies of their companions like hailstones.
There were no continuous screams. The Earth Elemental creatures landed on the beach in silence, and died silently.
This was just the beginning, not the end!
More and more 'Little Fatty' bombs were thrown down, and the ground rose into the sky, dazzling the dragons.
Finally, the real Nesario roared and rose into the air from the huge sea vortex. His voice echoed over and over again in the entire Dragonbone Waste.
"My brothers and sisters! It's time to settle the score. "
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