First, the Alliance's flying ships had long since become all-steel, powered by a diesel engine and a magic array anti-gravity system.
Second, and most importantly, the naming method of the Alliance's warships had been monopolized by that bastard Duque. Duque rarely abused his power and wantonly named the Alliance's new warships after the Second World War ships on Earth. Except for the earliest Heaven-Breaker, Duque monopolized all the naming rights for the new warships that followed.
The dwarves and gnomes were also helpless.
The glue rule was that whoever invented it named it.
Although they were all flying ships, everyone knew that the new turbines, engines, power systems, and wind tunnel experiments on the hull construction of the second-generation pure diesel version of the flying warships were all done by Duque.
Third, the latest version of the Alliance's flying warships, even the old diesel flying warships that had not yet been retired, were all equipped with anti-gravity emergency systems. Unless the hull was directly blown in half in mid-air, even if the power system was lost, the ship could still slowly descend after the emergency magic array was activated.
To avoid the ship being destroyed and people dying.
It was simply a sin. The tribal flying ships that had been 'wounded' by the Alliance's Type-3 bombs and sub-cannons actually survived for more than a thousand kilometers and crashed into the giant tortoise like dumplings falling into a pot near the Shenzhen Zi.
Duque's goal was to not destroy the ships even if people died. The effect was remarkable, but unfortunately there were side effects.
Now it was clear that in order to escape, the Tribe collectively made a large number of ships that could not withstand the emergency landing.
When they saw a small island, they went to play crashing into the flying ships.
Duque's maids had long been told that as long as Duque was not practicing swordsmanship inside, Storm and his nephew were to directly bring them in, so Vanessa opened the door.
As soon as the door was opened, Duque heard the cries of the panda loli, Lili Storm.
"Big brother Duque, please save the lost island!"
Duque rushed to the secret monitoring room of Naxxramas with the two uncle and nephew as he promised, "Well, no problem, the Alliance will not sit back and watch a friend die."
Old Chen was a panda man who had lived for a long time, and he did not believe such words at first. Then, he thought of Duque's other identity — the Demigod of Azeroth. Old Chen fell silent.
No matter what, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, no one wanted their hometown to be destroyed.
The monitoring room was not far from Duque's study. It was also a special space attached to the center of Naxxramas. Inside, Duque's other maid, Solarian, had already opened a series of magic mirrors.
Originally, Duque could have done this in his study, but Duque wanted it to be more formal.
"Shen Zhen might have a concussion. He's completely unconscious. According to the data sent by our scout ship, there seems to be a lump in its head caused by congestion. " With Solarian's explanation, the uncle and nephew saw the head of their old home, the giant turtle, swollen to the size of a goose.
"Crack!" Old Chen suddenly clenched his fists because he saw battles erupting everywhere on Shen Zhen's back, which was the so-called Lost Island.
In this day and age, there were still no high-powered optical magnifiers. If the Alliance's scout ships wanted to obtain a clearer optical image, they could only let Morning Star Wizards risk releasing Magician's Eye ahead. This small eye made of arcane magic could fly to a distance of about a kilometer and observe the situation at a close distance.
The image was a little blurry, but it could still be clearly seen. A group of burly, green-skinned warriors were slaughtering the black and white pandaren.
It was not a battle, because Old Chen recognized at a glance that it was the Qihan Winery he often went to. The bright red bamboo trees around seemed to have some magic, because their petals could maintain their former color for a few months after they were plucked.
But at this moment, they, along with the surrounding villages, were in a sea of fire.
The ground was littered with the corpses of ordinary pandaren. Orcs wielding battle axes were fighting the pandaren from the Great Net Farm and Verdant Village, and even the warrior monks of Wuchen Temple.
Seeing this scene, Duque almost laughed like a pig in his heart. He never thought that the tribe's intelligence would drop after following the brainless Roar for so long.
He didn't know if it was because they were provoked, but they actually attacked the pandaren indiscriminately.
This was a godlike assist to the Alliance!
Old Chen gnawed on the bamboo leaf that he often held in his mouth.
Duque knew that this old panda was most likely furious.
His hometown was messed up by a group of people who used to be his friends. This feeling of betrayal was more annoying than a group of strange bandits suddenly coming to his door. Old Chen already had self-control not to go berserk on the spot.
On the other side, Lili was crying non-stop.
"Commander Marcus, do you have any good ideas?" Old Chen tried his best to make his voice sound calm.
Duque, winner of the Azeroth Oscar, had a heavy expression on his face, "The tribe above is just a small problem. Later, I will send a few fast airships. Old Chen, you will lead the Alliance's elites over, and they will soon be suppressed. The key is Shenzhen's coma. "
"Yes!" Old Chen was still nervous. Lili, who was next to him, looked at Duque with a sorrowful expression.
If Duque was a person overflowing with love like Kalia, he would probably immediately fall for that pair of watery black eyes.
Duque didn't keep him in suspense and directly changed the topic, "Fortunately! The Alliance has experience in dealing with similar things. Thirty years ago, I used almost the same trick to save the lives of 50,000 elite soldiers of Storm City. "
Duque snapped his fingers, and Vashj, who had followed him in, immediately began to transform.
A six-armed naga with a snake tail startled Old Chen and his nephew.
Vashj crossed her six arms in front of her chest and bowed to Old Chen and his nephew, "I am Vashj, Master Marcus' maid. Currently, I am in charge of the Tidal Throne on behalf of Master. I command 200,000 naga warriors and 2 million fishmen. "
The simple introduction caused Old Chen's heart to tremble. He had long heard that the Alliance was amazing, with several demigods overseeing it. But he really didn't know that the Alliance was so amazing.
However, Vashj explained to Old Chen in a few words how Duke used a weak murloc clan to drag a huge block of ice to save the people.
After listening, Old Chen's blood surged, and his heart thumped in his chest.
"As long as we can save the lost island, the Alliance will be a friend of the pandaren forever!" Old Chen solemnly declared.
If Old Chen was the leader of the pandaren, he would probably swear to let the pandaren join the Alliance. Unfortunately, Old Chen was not. The official leader of the pandaren was Shaohao.
The problem was that this pandaren emperor, who had the same name as the mythical character from before Duque transmigrated, had been hanging for 10,000 years.
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