Thirty thousand warships was an unscientific number to begin with.
Normally, only if Duque stuffed everyone in the Alliance would they be able to operate such a number of warships.
After all, with the technological level of the Alliance during World War II, a destroyer needed at least 200 people to operate, and 350 was the standard.
A main battleship often needed around 2,000 people.
But this was an unscientific fantasy world.
Weren't there only a few Titans in the Pantheon?
They could make Titan creations!
Duque had cheated.
For example, on the Alliance's Z-class destroyer, there were people running around everywhere. If one looked carefully, it wouldn't be hard to find that there were very few humans.
On the ship, there were more mechanical gnomes with a metallic luster and iron dwarves.
That's right, these guys were robots from Odor's Mimiron workshop.
The mechanical gnomes with simple intelligence were competent for maintenance and other tasks. As long as the ship's blueprints were inputted into their brains and they had enough materials, they could complete damage control and other tasks.
As for the iron dwarves with thick arms, they were the best workers. Carrying cannonballs was a cinch for them. As long as they had a commander, all the transportation work could be easily done.
The only problem was that they had to recharge their batteries.
After cutting off a large number of unnecessary manpower, what the intelligent races really needed to do was to fire the cannons, sonar, radar, and command.
After a significant reduction, a 120-meter-long destroyer only needed 56 living people. Oh, not necessarily alive. It would be fine if they were the Forsaken.
Even the largest battleship like the [Bismarck] only needed 300 people.
This was completely unimaginable five years ago.
Working with Odor, especially after Orgaron opened up the authority of the Protectors, creating a cannon fodder army of mechanical gnomes wasn't a problem at all.
In the past few years, Mimiron's workshop had been operating at full speed, and this was the result.
Should he learn about Odor Morph?
As for shipbuilding … Should he learn about Titan Crafting's 3D printed parts?
They directly mined high grade ores in Noscent, refined the ores locally, and produced the flying battleships locally. The flying battleships built in Mimiron's workshop were far better than the steel battleships and bunkers built in the Eastern Kingdom.
Later on, other than Iron Furnace Fort, all the other major port cities in the Alliance turned to building ships. On the other hand, the Alliance's Main Cities focused on the relatively simple flying frigates and destroyers.
A smile appeared on Duque's face.
It was hilarious to think about the history. The number of people from the Alliance and the Horde who could land on the Broken Beach was less than two thousand. Even if they were all elites like the paladins of the Silver Hand, it would not be surprising for them to be wiped out under the attack of the sea of demons.
But now …
I'm sorry, but the Alliance definitely has the upper hand on the battlefield!
The fleet here wasn't the entire Alliance, and of course, it wasn't the entire Burning Legion.
It didn't matter how many billions of demons there were in the Burning Legion, as long as you could come over.
A dozen Alliance single-propeller fighter jets were the first to arrive at the Broken Beach airspace.
These were the P-51 Mustang fighter jets created by Duque. Duque had risen to power in the 15th year of the Dark Portal, and it had taken him ten years to allow the Alliance to climb the technological tree from the wooden warships of the olden era to the era of steel warships. Many of the technologies were missing or temporarily stuck.
It took another ten years for the uneven development of the military technology tree to reach the level of Earth's World War II.
It wasn't that the Alliance didn't have faster fighter jets, but they weren't real fighter jets. They were modified from the magic net, and they consumed a lot of wind elements.
Even if Duque controlled the four elements of Azeroth, he couldn't use a large amount of the elements on the fighter jets.
The speed of the P-51 Mustang was definitely enough, and the main point was to break through defenses.
The rumbling in the sky attracted Gul 'dan's attention. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound with his crooked eyes.
There were two fighter jets in a group, and a total of eight fighter jets were arranged in a herringbone formation. This formation couldn't be a coincidence.
Also …
"Hm? This speed, it's so fast! " Even though Gul 'dan was a powerful lackey of the Burning Legion, his position was at most that of a low-level Void Lord. If it wasn't for the power that Kil 'jaeden had given him, the demons around him wouldn't even care about him.
"Tsk!" Gul 'dan leaned on the skeletal staff that was like a walking stick and took a deep breath. He had already realized that the Alliance had definitely come prepared.
The idea of setting up a trap on the Broken Beach to trap the Alliance and the Horde was destroyed before it even started.
"Take them down!" Gul 'dan raised his skeletal staff, and instantly, dozens of Eredar Warlocks took over.
As the elites of the Eredar Tribe, the standards of the Eredar Magi were already quite shocking. Furthermore, on the Broken Islands, the shadow energy that was emitted from the tomb of Sargeras made them even more powerful.
The Mustang was indeed very powerful, but it depended on who the opponent was. If it was an opponent with similar technology, like a propeller-type fighter jet, it could easily defeat most of the Earth's World War II fighter jets.
But if it was something from the mystical side, they wouldn't be able to go against it.
Even if the elemental radar on the aircraft suddenly sounded an alarm, most of the pilots' reactions were a beat slower.
The shadow elements suddenly gathered in the sky, forming a sticky space. When the fighter jet crashed into it, it was like falling into the sea. The sudden change in density caused more than ten Mustang jets to be smashed to pieces on the spot.
Only the ace pilot flying at the back pulled the lever to the limit, causing the high-speed fighter jet to fly in the largest arc, narrowly avoiding the death trap.
That was enough.
They were here to scout.
"Pegasus 05 has discovered the enemy, it's the Burning Legion. The coastline is different from the original map, now corrected to X … "
Nothing was more important than first-hand information on the coastline.
When the second battle of the Dark Portal had ended, Gul 'dan had come to the tomb of Sargeras on the Broken Islands. The Broken Islands had actually existed in the center of the Endless Sea for the past ten thousand years, but it was surrounded by a huge whirlpool. The people inside couldn't leave, and the people outside couldn't enter.
Even though the Alliance had developed flying ships, they still couldn't change this situation.
The terrifying elemental undulations from the huge whirlpool formed a hurricane, which could easily destroy flying ships and ships on the sea.
Gul 'dan had come here more than thirty years ago, and he had also lost an entire fleet.
But after he arrived, he used his evil power to raise part of the land that had sunk to the bottom of the sea. This was the Broken Beaches of today.
The Alliance seriously lacked the geographical data of the Broken Beaches.
Without this, they couldn't determine the shooting data, and there was no way to talk about long-range bombing.
The Alliance sacrificed their reconnaissance planes to obtain the most precious first-hand information.
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