Hearing that the descending super demon was Archimonde, one of the three leaders of the Burning Legion, after witnessing the terrifying power that could destroy the world, many cowards were so scared that their legs trembled, and some even peed their pants.
Even the bravest warriors crossed the sea and came to this foreign land with the idea of fighting to the death.
There was only Duque, and there was only one Duque in the world.
He had the ability and courage to say such a sentence!
"A mere Archimonde can't do anything to me."
Suddenly, Cirvanas smiled.
Her smile was as bright as a spring breeze.
There was no other reason!
She suddenly felt that only this man in front of her who looked down on all the heroes in the world and viewed billions of demons as ants was the great hero in her heart who was worthy of being entrusted to her for thousands of years until eternity.
Queen Sylvanas had the urge to hug Duque from behind.
She gave up.
If that was the case, then what was the difference between her and those weak women who could only watch their men go to the battlefield and could only hope for a child before the battle, and were afraid that the child would be a posthumous child?
She was Cirvanas!
The Queen of the Kingdom of Sin 'dorei!
The Valkyrie on the battlefield!
If there was still a glimmer of hope in this world, then this glimmer of hope must have been fought for by her and Duque.
So in just two or three minutes, she was already standing beside Duque in her military uniform.
Duque seemed to want to say something but stopped.
Cirvanas glared at him and made a seemingly ferocious expression. He fiercely spat at Du Ze and said while gnashing his teeth, "Alright, it's my mistake. I'll look for Riadeline to treat her later."
Duque rubbed his eyebrows.
Most of the Alliance had a policy of taking a holiday before a battle, but the night before the battle seemed to be a little bad.
Sigh —
Duque looked into the distance, which was the east of Azshara's beachhead.
As the last unmanned boat anchored offshore and used for detection tilted and sank, Turalyon finally gave the order, "Ready —"
At first, it was just a few inconspicuous bubbles, but soon the sea seemed to be boiling, and there were bubbles everywhere. In the end, it was even connected into a continuous gurgling sound.
The first ugly head floated to the surface.
In the command post, Turalyan could clearly see the monster through his binoculars.
"Mermaid?"
He was indeed a merman. Turalyon was no stranger to the Murlocs. Even today, there were more than 30,000 Murlocs in the Alliance. They belonged to the Murloc Prophet Mogor and reported directly to the King of Stormwind, Varian.
In fact, everyone knew that for some reason, the mixed legion of murlocs and Naga had always been loyal to Duque.
It was not important.
The Murloc in his field of vision was even larger. It didn't look like a fishman at all. It looked more like an adult hippopotamus.
It wasn't just one, but thousands upon thousands of fishmen that floated to the surface of the water. They all looked the same.
Their teeth that were even sharper and more sinister, as well as their scarlet eyes that exuded an ominous aura, were all telling Turalyan that there was something wrong with this vanguard of the Burning Legion.
Soon, the Alliance soldiers saw a male Naga that was one size larger. These deep-sea monsters with the same pair of scarlet eyes drove the merfolk towards the shore.
In just a few minutes, they had slowly come ashore from the shallows. They were less than 50 meters away from the most frontline of the beachhead blockhouse.
"Fire arrows!" Turalyan's order was quickly transmitted to the position below through the most primitive loudspeaker.
The enemy was the Burning Legion, and no one knew if the magic transmission would fail.
The communication method that was so useful in the last battle at the Dark Portal could only be used as a support here. The most primitive communication method was more secure.
A narrow fire dragon ignited at the back of the bunkers. The High Elven Rangers had already raised their longbows, and there were burning arrows on their bows.
As the red flag on the towering arrow tower waved down, the silent signal made the bowstrings vibrate in unison.
The next moment, most of the soldiers on the beachhead saw a fiery red line flying into the sky.
The number of this batch of arrows was so small that it couldn't even be called an arrow rain at all.
Naturally, the fire arrows caused almost no direct damage, but the expression on Turalyan's face did not change at all as he watched the battle from afar.
He was waiting for the follow-up effect, and he would see it soon.
The fire arrows ignited as soon as they touched the seawater.
Of course, the seawater would not burn. What was ignited was the oil that had been dumped into the sea early in the morning.
For this battle, the Alliance spent a lot of money to buy more than a dozen ships of crude oil from the goblins who wanted money even in the end of the world.
Oil would float on the sea, and if it was before Du Bois transmigrated, this would undoubtedly be an ecological disaster.
Now, once the oil was ignited, it would immediately form thick smoke. And because of the unique geographical environment of Azshara, there was a strong wind blowing from the west to the east.
All of a sudden, as long as the Murlocs and Nagas dared to come out of the water, they would all be hit.
They would either be wrapped in flames, or choked by the thick smoke and could not open their eyes.
For marine creatures, being burned by fire was definitely a very rare thing.
If these Murlocs were still ordinary Murlocs, they would definitely be scared and run around the beach, letting out miserable and annoying screams.
But it was as if they could not feel the flames roasting their flesh and scales. Instead, like madmen, they were like fireballs that could run away, directly charging towards the beachhead blockhouses.
Fortunately, they did not have such tenacious vitality. Most of them rushed twenty meters before falling on the beach with strange cries, becoming twitching corpses in the flames.
But this scene made Turayan, who was watching the battlefield from afar, frown uncontrollably.
At the end of the day, the Murlocs were just cannon fodder.
This almost made him activate the next batch of traps. If there were stronger ones, then wouldn't the Burning Legion have some tricks up their sleeves?
Soon, the first wave of probing attacks ended.
After thousands of corpses were left on the beach, no more Murlocs rushed to the shore.
The sea was still burning. Following the tide, the rolling waves of fire slapped on the reefs or the beach.
Turayan noticed that the sea was still boiling.
It had nothing to do with the ignited oil. It was a large number of Murlocs hidden under the water surface blowing bubbles.
Immediately, a huge figure rose from the sea, causing the hearts of every Alliance soldier to jump.
They were generally more than six meters tall, with a slightly horizontal and burly body. Their green skin glistened in the flames, and the huge iron anchors in their hands that were more than three meters long were even more shocking.
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