Chapter 962 - Sage

Originally in history, Illidan was the ultimate example of the Duke, who fell into the darkest evil, to the point where even his appearance was no longer human: a mouthful of shark teeth, sharp claws, and a pair of bat wings.

Duke found it unacceptable just to imagine that appearance, let alone actually do it.

What is rare is that after Illidan joined the Burning Legion, he remained true to himself and gained the trust of Sargeras. In the end, he even made a comeback and staged a counterattack against Sargeras.

In this life, it will not be so easy for Illidan to take this path.

With Duke's brilliant performance in Duke during the War of the Ancients, it would be a hundred times more difficult to gain the trust of the top brass of the Burning Legion.

And the human heart is the most difficult to understand.

Think about it, Vashj, who in history deceived Kael'thas and the blood elves and turned from a loyal minister to a traitor, became his fanatical follower because of a move made by Duke in the War of the Ancients, and now she is willing to condescend to serve him as his maid.

Why can't Illidan really turn evil?

This variable has to be taken into account.

No matter what, Illidan must be eliminated first and the war in Outland must be ended.

But recently there are a lot more demons in Shadowmoon Valley.

The huge robot Doomsday Walkers and a large number of elite demons attacked, and even if they were not in formation, they put a lot of pressure on the Allies. In the Wildhammer Fortress, the mechanized infantry regiment suffered heavy losses, almost using human lives and tanks to fill the gap in order to ensure the progress of the project.

On the other side, in Blade's Edge Mountains, a large number of evil orcs mixed with a considerable number of ogres and gronn are gathering, and it is unknown when they will attack.

"My master, are you worried about the war in Outland?" Vashj is clearly a night elf now, but she came out smoothly like a beautiful snake, and after cleaning herself with a little magic, she became a dignified and beautiful maid again.

Duke closed his eyes and said, "You can attend the Alliance meeting later."

"Yes." With her head lowered and her hands gently placed on her abdomen, Vashj stood behind Duke in a standard maid's posture.

The scheduled time soon arrived and the light in the room dimmed instantly.

A projection of a huge circular table appeared in the originally empty room, and every one meter or so, there was a projection of a leader sitting there.

At the beginning, almost everyone's eyes turned to Vashj beside Duke.

Duke raised his hand and introduced everyone: "The one next to me is Vashj, the former queen of the Naga. She was killed by His Majesty Proudmoore and paid for her sins with her death. Then, the goddess Elune purified her soul. After obtaining the permission of the consciousness of the planet Azeroth, she has now successfully been promoted to the demigoddess of the Lake of Azeroth, and her place of work is Lake Lordamere."

Vashj stepped forward dignifiedly and calmly, and bowed to everyone: "Your Majesties, leaders, hello. The former Vashj is dead, and now my name is Celica Eubitilia. With this new identity, I will continue to be in charge of the Naga tribe, renamed Storm Naga, and serve my master, Sir Edmund Duke, and the Alliance."

After the master and the servant finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Jaina.

Jaina nodded: "In fact, after I killed Vashj, I was attacked by the power of N'Zoth lurking in Vashj's body, and almost died. So the hatred between Kul Tiras and Vashj can be attributed to N'Zoth. Kul Tiras has no hatred with Queen Celestia. We will treat Queen Celestia and her storm nagas with the most equal attitude."

Well, even the main lord has no objection, so the other kings will not have any objection either.

Duke then said: "The Storm Naga and its affiliated aquatic races will join the Alliance as an affiliated organization. If they wish to become a member of the Alliance in the future, it must be proposed by the Storm Naga leader and approved by two-thirds of the representatives of the Alliance member states before it can be passed."

Now that the Alliance has grown, new members are not accepted casually. After all, formal members have voting rights. Before, it was easier for everyone to accept the joining of the Draenei who believed in the Holy Light. If the Naga became a member state as soon as they surrendered, I guess many kingdoms would be secretly unhappy.

Now that Duke has classified the Naga and Qiraji as auxiliary organizations like the Silver Dawn, everyone feels much better.

"agree!"

"agree!"

After settling the major issues of principle, the leaders turned the topic back to the war in Outland. Varian first reported on the war situation in Outland.

I have to say that being able to work independently can really hone a person.

After commanding a small army in the Battle of Zul'Gurub and fighting as a commander in the Battle of Hellfire Citadel, Varian became more calm and capable.

"Thanks to Commander Duke, the surrender of the Storm Naga has restored our supply lines. The balance of victory in the Outland War has indeed tilted towards the Allies. But I must point out that our supply lines are still too long."

On the illusory three-dimensional map of Outland, Varian pointed out several locations:

"Because of Thrall's neutrality towards Nagrand and his contact with friendly orc clans and their joining of the Horde, the Horde has added nearly 300,000 people in the past week, but because of the food reserves of those clans, the Alliance's food pressure has been greatly alleviated."

"I want to point out that this is only temporary. Once the Horde subdues more evil orcs, the coalition's food pressure will be enormous. Our supply lines have reached their limit. Now every train from the Dark Portal to Honor Hold is loaded with supplies and packed with orcs on the return journey."

When they reached this point, each leader frowned as they looked at the Alliance report handed over by their deputy.

Thrall formally requested support from the Alliance, hoping that the Alliance could help transfer the orcs, who were likely to number in the millions, to the Kalimdor continent of Azeroth as safely as possible.

In return, the Horde was willing to take the lead in any future battle against the Burning Legion and send no less than half of its regular military strength.

To some extent, this is also selling one's life for the future.

With the development of technology, the Alliance army is also transforming from cold weapons to hot weapons. The problem is that hot weapons are only good enough to deal with the Burning Legion's miscellaneous soldiers. Against truly powerful demons, hot weapons are completely useless. So now they have to walk on two legs. Those who don't have the talent to become professionals are all thrown into playing with hot weapons; those who have some talent still use swords as their king.

In many places with narrow terrain, hot weapons are not as reliable as swords.

If we attack the Dark Temple, it is obvious that the compensation for casualties will be an astronomical figure.

It would be great if the Horde was willing to send its soldiers to be Cannon fodder.

But the price...

"Isn't it just food? Give it to the Horde! Don't forget, in addition to the Burning Legion, we also have the Scourge, a formidable enemy." Queen Calia made the final decision first.

When Calia said this, all the leaders gasped.

No one will ever forget Arthas.

Even though Arthas only played a villain in Duke's heroic return, the devastating damage he caused to the continent of Lordaeron has not yet been fully recovered.

Lordaeron, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, Stromgarde... so many capitals have been destroyed or fallen one after another. Even today, nine years later, not every capital has been rebuilt. At least the poor people of Stromgarde are still seeking funding from the Alliance to rebuild Stromgarde.

The pain that the Scourge left on the Alliance was too deep.

If the Alliance countries can still barely tolerate the Forsaken, it is because the Forsaken promised not to actively kill people and transform the dead into the undead.

This Scourge is absolutely intolerable.

Because the Lich King wants to kill all living beings in the world and turn the entire planet into a world of death.

Arthas is absolutely the public enemy of all living beings.

Now the Alliance is forced to go to war everywhere and has no time to deal with the Scourge.

Not having time to take care of something doesn't mean you've forgotten it.

With the permission of Wyrmrest Temple in the Dragonblight of Northrend, the Alliance, led by Stormwind's Intelligence Division 7, has sent out key intelligence agents over the years to actively explore Northrend in the northern continent, using special magic props filled with the breath of death as cover.

Many excellent spies were sacrificed, and some even turned into assassins of the Scourge and started causing trouble for SI:7.

But the sacrifice was worth it. In addition to exploring almost all places in Northrend except Icecrown Citadel, under the guidance of a certain charlatan named Du, who seemed vague but was actually extremely clear, SI:7 found Muradin Bronzebeard, the second of the three Bronzebeard brothers.

As expected, just like in history, he was beaten by Arthas, whose mind had not yet been completely corrupted, and became temporarily mentally disabled. He lost his memory and was rescued by the Ice Dwarves, one of the original inhabitants of Northrend. Then he beat the Ice Giant with a bang and became the unanimous leader of the Ice Dwarves.

This matter now alarmed Magni Bronzebeard, and the dwarf king abandoned his own country and rushed to the Whispering Coast of Lordaeron with a small fleet led by the Skybreaker, because the ship to pick up Muradin would arrive there soon.

Magni, with veins bulging from his fist, said: "Lost your memory? No problem, I will give the iron fist of love to that brat who can even forget his own brother. I guarantee he will remember everything."

Originally, Magni wanted to fly directly to Northrend, but a series of problems with the flying battleship forced him to give up this plan.

Ironforge itself is surrounded by ice and snow, and the dwarven products theoretically have sufficient antifreeze equipment, except that they are not very good in hot conditions.

The problem is that a device that is suitable for minus 10 degrees will inevitably fail when it encounters minus 40 degrees. This is not a problem that can be solved by just antifreeze oil. If the Alliance wants to attack Icecrown Citadel in Northrend, all the heavy equipment now cannot be used.

In other words, a forced attack means paying with human lives.

And it would be great if the Horde was willing to be the pioneer.

It is true that the Alliance is now under great pressure in terms of food and economy. As long as the Horde does not go to war with the Alliance and continues to maintain its hostility towards the Scourge, then this bet will be a good one.

There are currently three wealthy nations with the most food surplus in the Alliance:

Lordaeron cleansed the Eastern Plaguelands and brought Tirisfal Glades back to life.

During the Second Dark Gate War, the Hillsbrad Plains were reclaimed, and the New Alterac, which had thousands of miles of fertile farmland, was taken over.

And the Stormwind Kingdom, which owns the three major grain-producing areas of the current Western Plains (formerly the Westfall), Elwynn Forest, and the northern part of Stranglethorn Vale.

Based on the principle of proximity, the food shipped to the outside world is now basically provided by the Stormwind, which is already struggling.

But Calia took the lead in getting food for the tribal immigrants, and out of the principle of advancing and retreating together, Ilushia decided on the spot to follow suit. With the support of the three major grain-producing countries.

the Alliance also passed this resolution.

"Next question." Varian breathed a sigh of relief. "Because a large number of orc immigrants have crossed the border, there will be enough food in the Outlands for a short period of time. My logistics minister told me that the food gap in a month will conservatively be no less than 300,000 tons."

This question made the bosses of the Alliance frown.

The Dark Portal cannot be opened for a long time because space teleportation means a lot of energy consumption.

Where does energy come from?

After the Cursed Lands became a barren wasteland, the energy to open the portal actually came from the Outer Realm. The Dark Portal absorbs the free energy around it to maintain itself.

This created a paradox: if you want to increase supplies, you need more energy. Absorbing more energy may accelerate the collapse of Draenor.

If we don't handle it well, everything will be lost and everyone in the outside world will die.

Moreover, before all the orcs were evacuated, the Horde refused to let the Alliance destroy Draenor, otherwise it would start a war.

At this time, Vashj beside Duke raised her hand slightly and asked to speak.

"Va... Celica, you say." Duke called Vashj's name.

"The Storm Naga can supply part of the food in the Outlands. Since there is no pollution in the Serpent Lake, the polluted water has been discharged to the swamp further west through pipes. If fishing is allowed..." Vashj glanced at Tyrande and changed her tone: "If a sustainable supply is guaranteed, the Storm Naga can provide 200,000 tons of unpolluted fish meat to the four surrounding areas every month."

"How far?" Varian asked.

"Fish will spoil."

Duke pondered for a moment and asked, "Assuming that we don't catch all the fry, what is the maximum monthly output of Zangarmarsh?"

"Five hundred thousand tons." Vashj's answer made the Alliance leaders exclaim in surprise.

Duke made the decision: "400,000 tons per month. Half of it will be supplied in the form of fresh fish, and the other half will be salted by the Alliance and made into salted fish for the immigrants in the Horde to take with them."

No one expected that the Storm Naga's surrender could solve the biggest food problem. At this point, it seemed that the Naga tribe had gone from being the biggest obstacle to being the biggest help, and the Alliance really made a profit.

"Wow, Duke, I really envy you. Let's see when the Wildhammer dwarves will also accept a vassal race to play with?" Kurdran Wildhammer laughed.

"You can recruit harpies!" Duke killed Kurdran with just one sentence.

Thinking of those harpy men who attacked in groups because they didn't speak the same language and had a disagreement, Kurdran's face turned green.

"Okay, enough joking. Varian, any other questions?"

"One last question. Our troops cannot fight at full strength on two fronts. If possible, I hope to cooperate with the Horde to resolve the Blade's Edge Mountains and Voidstorm areas first." Varian pointed to the northern part of the Outland map.

"First, there are fel orcs attacking from behind. Even if the Storm Naga helps us withstand the attack from Blade's Edge Mountains, we still can't rescue the Draenei and Kael'thas' blood elf detachment trapped in Storm Fortress. Second, we know too little about Shadowmoon Valley. If we launch a full-scale attack rashly, the Burning Legion may attack us from behind. Moreover, Shadowmoon Valley is too vast. We need one or two large forward fortresses as our base."

In fact, Varian was more worried about something else.

the Alliance now has flying battleships, so they can play "Justice from the Sky". But the Burning Legion has space battleships, so they can play "Devil from the Sky" too!

The troops that tentatively attacked Shadowmoon Valley were destroyed several times by hellfire falling from the sky.

Draenor doesn't have a planetary defense array, so the so-called atmosphere is defenseless. As for air defense, current technology is not reliable at all, and only magic towers are more effective.

This meant that the attack on the Dark Temple would not be a one-shot attack, but had to be carried out slowly.

If you rashly commit all your forces without a forward base and have to worry about the consequences, things could easily go wrong.

But it was not an easy task to repair the forward base while resisting the attack of the Shadowmoon Valley demons, so Varian passed the buck.

Either give him more generals and soldiers, or help him hold off the enemies in Shadowmoon Valley. It would be best to repair the forward base before the army returns.

No leader offered any opinion on the spot, and everyone turned their eyes to Duke.

This time Duke was a bit unkind. He said he would let Varian be the commander of the expeditionary force, but after they finally captured Hellfire Citadel, Duke let his substitute do the work secretly and captured Vashj directly.

Of course, Varian also knew that it would be difficult for him to monopolize power in Outland. Apart from anything else, he did not have the status and qualifications to overpower Thrall, so he had no choice but to kick the ball back to Duke.

Duke pondered for a moment and made a decision: "My stand-in, Mark Dooku, will be responsible for building the Wildhammer Fortress as a forward base. During this period, Kurdran, Brann, Lirath, Vashj and their direct subordinates will be under Mark Dooku's command. Yes, please ask Lord Velen to send a group of elite soldiers to assist."

"clear!"

"Know."

"Yes, Master."

"no problem."

All the leaders responded.

Duke turned to face Varian's projection and said, "I'll give you three months at most. Three months at most. I hope to see your main force return with the Draenei from Stormwind Fortress and Kael'thas's detachment."

"Leave it to me!" Varian patted his chest.

The next day, a flock of griffins flapped their wings and flew across the dark, psychedelic night sky.

Behind the Griffin Knights was a relatively scattered group of flying ships.

The entire fleet set out from Glory Hold, detoured through the Thorn Rocks, did not enter Windrunner Keep, and passed directly north into Shadowmoon Valley.

Accidents happened frequently along the way.

For unknown reasons, there was a tragic scene where both the man and the griffin exploded in mid-air.

I also witnessed the crash of a plane loaded with people and cargo.

The laws of Draenor seem to be collapsing. Without a core, with only a few continents floating in the void, this special world has no possibility of reconstruction. In any case, Draenor will obviously end in the long river of history faster than in the original history.

When the fleet's shadow passed over the dark land in the west of Shadowmoon Valley, you could see the power of the fel eroding the entire Shadowmoon Valley area. You didn't need a telescope to see it, because the fel was flooding this continent, and the highly concentrated energy attracted the demons in the void. Almost all the demons in the Burning Legion could be found here.

Imp, Hellhound, Demon Guard, Dread Guard, Shivalla, Doom Guard...

There are even groups of demons gathering together and swarming towards high-energy reaction areas such as the magic melting pool in the center of Shadowmoon Valley.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a dark wave.

Yrel, who was standing next to Mark Dooku, shuddered. Seeing the place where she once lived turned into such a horrible state, and thinking about the Karabor Temple where she had stayed for a long time being polluted and turned into a dark temple, she felt a little chilly.

Brann complained: "Hey! We really want to build a city here. Are you prepared to lose a hundred thousand dwarves?"

Brann felt his scalp tingling when he thought about having to rely on less than ten thousand dwarves to build a city surrounded by demons.

You know, the last time the construction of the Wildhammer Fortress failed, more than 3,000 people died, and the 5,000 people who ran back were all injured. 3,000 people may not sound like a lot, but many of them are elite dwarf soldiers and craftsmen. Brann's flesh hurt.

Dwarves have a long lifespan and a long growth period. No matter how much they are encouraged to have children, the losses in war cannot be easily made up.

At this time, Duke smiled and said, "I will be directly responsible for this matter, so you can rest assured. When have I ever let you down?"

At this moment, Vashj's magic message came: "Master, everything is ready."

"Let's get started."

After Duke gave the order, there was silence for several minutes.

If someone is not familiar with Duke, they might think that Duke is pretending to be an idiot.

At this moment, a silver line suddenly emerged from the direction they were flying from, stretching from north to south for an unknown number of kilometers.

"Boom boom boom…"

The shocking and terrifying sound came from far away.

"This is..." His hooves grasped the side of the boat tightly, and even his tail, which was always swinging around, stopped moving.

"Damn! Such a big deal?" Brann opened his mouth wide, and even the bottle of wine in his hand fell to the ground without him knowing when.

Duke's smile was full of absolute confidence: "I've always been generous."

That is the waterline connecting the sky and the earth.

Countless huge waves, tens of meters in height, rushed from west to east towards Shadowmoon Valley.

The surging waves show what it means to be a raging torrent.

Whether it was the black earth, the wooden houses built on the hills by the orcs in the old times, or the demons rampaging on the earth, they were all easily swallowed up by this terrifying wave.

The turbid water tide easily filled every low-lying area in Shadowmoon Valley within sight.

Yrel covered her mouth.

She had witnessed Duke's miraculous actions more than once.

The lake filling project was like a whip that stopped the flow of water, and the water was released to flood half of Shadowmoon Valley.

This imagination, this execution... Is Mark Dooku really an ordinary Archmage Wizard?

Yrel's curiosity was about to explode, almost causing her internal injuries.

Duke pointed casually, and that finger had the flavor of pointing out the world: "In fact, the area below Zangarmarsh is very large, and the lakes in the swamp are very deep. Because Vashj forced the use of water pumps, almost all the water in Draenor was concentrated in the Serpent Lake. Now all I'm doing is to let Vashj return the water she took away to the east of Terokkar Forest."

Brann's eyes flashed. "And then you ordered people to blow up the higher entrance to Shadowmoon Valley, allowing a huge amount of water to flow back into Shadowmoon Valley?"

Duke smiled.

Everything was calculated by the system. After scanning the topographic map of the entire Shadowmoon Valley, the system AI rarely prompted Duke to ask if he wanted to "let Guan Erge flood the seven armies"?

Duke nodded decisively.

When I came to Shadowmoon Valley as a player before the time travel, I didn't think Shadowmoon Valley was that bad. At most, it had a depressing sky and a slightly nauseating atmosphere and color rendering.

Only when I really came to Shadowmoon Valley did I deeply realize that this is really not a place for human beings to stay.

On the black land eroded by the fel energy, there was a dry and smelly wind blowing everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell. There was no clean water source at all. Riding on a griffin for a whole day, all I could see were the fel energy lakes emitting fluorescent green.

That bright green color easily reminds people of things like Nuka-Cola and radiation sickness.

Duke strongly suspected that any normal person would become demonized and become half-human after staying in such a place for three months.

Previously, the dwarves who attempted to build the Wildhammer Fortress had to dig deep wells, then extract the muddy water, forcefully filter it, and then pour in large bottles of Shattrath Holy Water to neutralize it before they dared to drink it.

Building a castle, even if it is a mechanized operation, is heavy physical labor, and water is essential, otherwise people will die.

Since he had to deal with those scattered demons anyway, Duke might as well flood the entire western half of Shadowmoon Valley.

Looking down from the airship, this sea-like scenery is not endless, but it has a more shocking effect.

The flying fleet was less than twenty kilometers into Shadowmoon Valley. Geographically, they had just entered through the narrowest funnel-shaped entrance on the ground.

If you can barely see the end of the waterline when it comes from the west, then with the basin-like structure of Shadowmoon Valley, the flat area becomes larger from west to east. After the waves push past, it forms a long arc, so long that you can hardly see the edge.

Only in the north and south of it can you barely see the end. Because Shadowmoon Valley is shrouded in a large amount of fel fog, the light is very poor. Even if you look through a telescope, you can only see the undulating faint shadows.

Even though I knew that it was the mountain range surrounding the entire Shadowmoon Valley, I still had a vague feeling that it was the border between the sea and the void, as if it was just the dark oil paint under the painter's brush.

Under the long mountain range running from north to south, there is a turbid lake with a slightly greenish color. It is not boundless, but it feels good to wash away all the garbage.

The flying fleet continued to move forward and took more than an hour to arrive at the site of the Wildhammer Fortress that had been abandoned before. It was a typical hill. Although not too high, it was more than a hundred meters away from the valley bottom.

The bodies that were not rescued in time had been devoured by wild beasts until only a few bones were left. The remaining abandoned city walls still had the devil's brutal claw marks.

But now everything is different.

Hellfire, you are awesome, aren't you? You can burn everything. Do you have the ability to evaporate this huge lake that looks like an ocean?

Hellhound, aren't you very fast? Can you accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers in water in 3 seconds?

Although the former site of the Wildhammer Fortress, located near the southern mountains, now looks like an isolated island in the vast ocean, the Burning Legion, which is only good at land and air combat, has no way to pass through this vast and boundless lake.

After getting off the flying battleship, Mark Dooku and his men stood on the edge of the "peninsula", looking extremely relaxed.

Brann called out to his men: "Boys, get to work! I want to see a primary beachhead blocking position with anti-aircraft firepower within half an hour."

Kurdran Wildhammer got off his Griffin King Skare. After flying for three hours from Windrunner Fortress, even the Griffin King was a little tired, not to mention the other Griffins.

"Hey, Duke, can't you ask your Storm Naga to control this area of ​​water? Then we only need to guard against enemies coming from the sky."

Duke shook his head and pointed at the fluorescent green water: "You swim in it every day. If there is no holy light to help you expel the evil energy in your body, I wonder if you will become a demon."

If there weren't a large amount of fel energy in the water, Duke would really have called in the Naga for defense. After all, the Burning Legion's demons are almost all-terrain capable creatures.

Many demons are better off if they can breathe, but it's okay if they can't breathe.

Duke had read the records: Over the past 25,000 years, the Burning Legion had been able to conquer and destroy even the gaseous creatures on gaseous planets, let alone the small water attacks.

This is merely an obstacle, not an insurmountable chasm.

Of course, small-scale Naga troops were still prepared.

There is a thousand-man elite Naga brigade on the transport ship. If the pressure on the front line is too great, Duke will deploy this team of Nagas. At worst, he can use the diluted holy water from Shattrath City to bathe the Nagas.

However, for three days, there was no danger. Although some demons did surface like the Loch Ness Monster, not many actually attacked the fortress in the building.

It is more the instincts of low-level demons that drive scattered demons to break into the fortress's defense circle.

Their arrival is irregular, sometimes only one or two hellhounds come to deliver food, and sometimes a whole group of demon guards come.

This caused great difficulties for the defenders, who had no choice but to deploy as many troops as possible, divided into four teams, which rotated every two hours, with no less than three thousand defenders deployed on the shore positions each time.

After three days, even though they had to stand at attention for two hours every six hours, the morale of the troops was obviously low. After all, no one knew how many demons would follow after the first one emerged from the water.

Sending out Naga scouts is not a very effective method either. There is a large amount of green evil energy in the water, and the water is turbid, so the detection range is quite limited. In addition, there are also cases where the Naga are killed and cannot come back.

"Well, this forces me to use my ultimate move." Duke sighed.

On the morning of the fourth day, everyone saw a strange-looking new machine on the makeshift dock, with some parts extending into the water.

Duke stood in front of the machine and proudly announced to a group of dwarf and gnome craftsmen and scientists:

"Hello everyone, welcome to watch the latest masterpiece of Edmund Future Technology Co., Ltd. - underwater sonar system. Sonar is an electronic device that uses the propagation characteristics of sound waves underwater to complete underwater detection and communication tasks through electroacoustic conversion and information processing. Our new passive product belongs to the category of acoustic positioning. By monitoring the noise in the water, we can roughly judge how many enemies there are and what size they are approaching under the water."

Passive sonar: Passive sonar technology refers to the passive reception of radiation noise generated by underwater targets such as ships and signals emitted by hydroacoustic equipment to determine the direction and distance of the target. It evolved from a simple hydrophone, which listens to the noise emitted by the target to determine the position and certain characteristics of the target. It is particularly suitable for situations where it is necessary to detect enemy ship activities without exposing itself through sound.

Duke definitely wants to make active sonar, but the problem is that even if he keeps instilling black technology into the scientists in Ironforge and Stormwind, the industrial level of this era cannot make it.

Take submarines for example. The sealing technology of the time was not up to standard. The marine steel plates made of rivets and welding were OK on the water, but once they reached the higher pressure underwater, fountains would appear everywhere. That experiment almost cost the lives of two senior scientists and a bunch of engineers.

He could only settle for the next best thing and use the coastal sonar, which is a passive sonar. Of course, in order to locate more clearly, he had people lay down sonic transmitters 500 meters away from the water where the water was not too deep.

Duke controlled Mark Dooku, and with a pretentious smile on his face, he turned on the button of the sonar device.

In the loudspeaker, everyone can hear a very regular and rhythmic "beep...beep...beep..." sound.

Duke continued to explain: "This is the sound wave we actively send out. As long as we listen to whether there is any noise in the echo, we can roughly determine the location and number of the enemy..."

Duke hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a fierce sound came from the loudspeaker: "Boom, boom, boom!"

Duke was stunned when he heard this.

A bunch of short people with big imaginations nearby immediately made various profound comments:

"This sound sounds so realistic! It feels like something is beating inside this thing." Brann spoke first.

"Yeah! Could it be the footsteps of the devil walking under the water?" Comrade Kurdran was thinking.

"Yeah, most demons can't swim, so they do walk underwater. But the sound is a little too sharp and clear. Shouldn't the sound underwater be a little more blurred?" Brann retorted.

Only Duke's face was turning blue.

As a veteran time traveler who had watched classic submarine battle films such as U-571, he certainly knew that this had nothing to do with sonar.

The system discovered with one scan what was in the sonar system that he treated as a treasure and had heavy guards...

God damn, they are just a bunch of little iguanas.

Many Alliance soldiers must have seen these annoying goblins on the continent of Draenor.

Although these palm-sized iguanas don't have powerful attacks or sturdy bodies and seem easy to bully, they always live in groups, which will remind you of a nostalgic species in Azeroth, that is, the murlocs. Woooooooowaaaaa——

But these goblins are not as annoying as the murlocs. When you first see the iguanas, you may find them a little scary, with frog-like heads, pointy teeth, small eyes, rough four-fingered claws, and a mean body. However, after seeing them more often on Draenor and gradually getting used to them, you will find that they are a little cute... No wonder!

Duke was furious. Sonar was his treasure. When he was not sure whether Vashj was Celica, Sonar was his ultimate weapon to deal with Naga.

Who dares to put a bunch of little iguanas in my latest invention!??

There is only one answer -

"I-ri-el--" Duke's roar echoed throughout the entire waterfront.

Hoof, who was standing not far away, heard Duke's roar, but didn't realize that he was exposed? His whole body froze for a full second as if he had been electrocuted, then he shrank his head and even wanted to blend into the crowd and run away.

The problem is that her brain is in a mess. She doesn't realize that there are short people all around her and she is more than a head taller than them!

This kind of stupid behavior of trying to cover up something but making it even more obvious made Duke even more angry, and he dodged away immediately.

"Ah--" Iriel screamed, turned around and ran away.

run!?

You're still running!

Duke was quick-witted and grabbed the hoof's tail, which was lagging behind badly.

"Ah——" Iriel's whole body stiffened again as if he had been electrocuted.

Duke grabbed Hoof's waist and lifted her up like a bag of rice. "Someone, take apart the sonar system. Get rid of the little iguana people inside first. I'll teach this idiot a lesson first!"

Hoof screamed. The Holy Light education she received as a Karabor apprentice made her dare not lie: "No, no, no - I know I was wrong! I saw that your big iron box was empty and thought it was useless. It just so happened that Serin made me angry last time, so I wanted to give him some little iguanas. I really didn't mean to destroy your important new equipment."

Unexpectedly, Duke got even angrier: "You ruined the latest invention of Edmund Future Technology Co., Ltd. with just one prank! There's no point begging for mercy. I must teach you an unforgettable lesson this time."

Duke strode with Tigress on his shoulder, rushed into an empty utility room on the shore, sat down directly, put his knees against Tigress's lower abdomen, grabbed her tail, and spanked her hard.

"Ah! Ah! Ah - no! Don't spank me!" Irel cried! She really cried! She had never been spanked by anyone in her life.

Next to the utility room, everyone was in a state of confusion.

What's this combination?

Even the Draenei garrison commander didn't know what to say. They had seen the Alliance's high technology, but compared to the Draenei's cosmic technology, the Alliance's technology was very superficial. The problem was that the Draenei's own technology had been lost a lot during their 25,000 years of escape.

Because Draenei scientists died in various accidents, most of their knowledge and technology have been lost. Many machines are not used by anyone, so their most reliable weapons are still warhammers and holy light.

In this case, a spanking was a minor punishment for their contact destroying someone else's high-tech equipment. If they really followed the military law of the Alliance, Mark Dooku would have killed Yrel, and they didn't know how to plead for mercy.

Five minutes later, Duke came out angrily, followed by a hoof holding his swollen butt.

"Hmph! Do you still dare to mess around?" Duke asked angrily.

"Woo woo woo!" The hoof just kept crying.

"I'm asking you a question!"

"Woo woo! I don't dare anymore." Iriel looked so aggrieved, just like a young wife who had just been molested by a hooligan.

Duke didn't know it at this moment, because he beat Hoof, Hoof would cover his butt whenever he saw him...

Perhaps in the eyes of Hoof, the word "rogue" has been carved on the forehead of Mark Dooku, and it will never be washed away in his lifetime.

"No—"

"…"

"Wait, you're not going to spank me today, are you?"

"…"

"You can ask me to work, but you swear that you won't spank me if I make a mistake today."

"…"

The above is what happens almost every day when Duke meets Hoof.

She was a good girl with a bright future. Theoretically, she would become the daughter of an archbishop. But why did she turn into a crazy woman with paranoia after getting spanked?!

This situation, do you know how many players who had illusions about you back then will be driven to despair?

Duke covered his head in pain, with black lines all over his head.

"Uh, Mark, are you feeling unwell today?" When Hoof came over to ask Duke with concern, he was still covering his butt.

What the hell is this?

Are you kind-hearted, or are you mad at me?

Or are you here with good intentions to piss me off?

Duke wanted to strangle Irel to death.

Duke couldn't stand it anymore and decided to confront Hoof: "I, Mark Dooku, swear in the name of the Magic Web Demigod Edmund Duke that as long as you don't make trouble and don't deliberately do something small to destroy the Alliance's cutting-edge equipment, I will never punish you. Otherwise, let the Magic Web Demigod give Mark Dooku the most tragic destruction."

Wow!

The whole audience was shocked!

Because Duke said this in the command post, and when he said this, the two kings, the leader Gavasqi, and a bunch of lords with the title of generals all heard it.

Duke manipulates Mark, a sophisticated puppet, and only those who are qualified to attend the Alliance's highest leaders' meeting know this.

Brann and Kurdran rolled their eyes, completely speechless. Well, this guy is Duke himself, and he will punish himself if he regrets it.

But others don't know wow!

A group of generals all lamented that this guy, who held the title of the commander-in-chief's special envoy, swore a strong oath.

Irel was naturally the first to be fooled.

"real!?"

The hoof was no longer nervous, its buttocks no longer hurt, its legs and feet became more flexible, and it came over happily.

"Really, if Mark Dooku lied to you, he is not a human being!" Du, who was disguised as Mark, swore that it had nothing to do with him.

Hoof, who didn't know the wickedness of human hearts, believed it! She was so moved that tears almost flowed out. She grabbed Mark's hand and said excitedly: "Okay, I blamed you wrongly! Master Velen said that my Holy Light theory is already the strongest, but I need experience to sublimate my mind and make my Holy Light purer. Mark, since you are the boss here, please give me some tasks. I am almost going crazy watching those dwarves building the city all day long."

Duke smiled and pronounced the verdict: "Yrel, lead your troops to attack the Illidari outpost west of here. Use your garrison troops, plus seven organizations including the Highland Warriors, a total of 2,000 people."

"Ah!?" Iriel was confused.

"What?" Several generals jumped up, especially the dwarf overlord Uregar who was in charge of the frontline defense. "Wait! Special Envoy, I object! Even if the Highland Warriors are not a direct organization of the Alliance, there is no reason for us to let a Karabor apprentice without an Alliance rank command an Allied force of 2,000 people."

However, Duke looked calm and composed, as if he had seen through everything.

Of course, although there will probably not be any "Warlords of Draenor" dramas in the future, gold will always shine. After traveling to the world of Azeroth for so long, Duke is basically certain that those guys who originally shone brightly in history will not be that bad no matter how poor their own qualities are.

The problem is, without the training given to her in the original history, Duke really couldn't say whether she would grow into the level of an archbishop.

Anyway, it turned out that it was Velen who gave Hoof a try, and Duke didn't mind him having a go at it too.

Duke ignored Uregar and looked at his boss instead: "Your Majesty Kurdran Wildhammer, do you object to my decision?"

Oppose? Oppose bullshit! Oppose this puppet named Mark, that is, oppose Duke who is hiding in Karazhan on the other side of the world and playing puppet games.

Kurdran must be so stupid because he is too full.

Even though dwarves tend to be straightforward, there aren't many idiots who can be kings.

Kurdran patted his overlord on the back and said, "You complain all day about Illidan's men coming over the mountain to cause trouble for you. This is just right. The Draenei can't help you on the defense line anyway."

Uregar looked as if he was choking.

Since his own boss said so, what else can he say?

The Wildhammer Dwarves are famous for their Griffin Air Force, but they actually have a lot of ground forces. As close friends of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, their infantry and artillery coordination is also very smooth.

Many times, the Wildhammer Dwarf infantry would charge almost wherever the shells landed. Once they found that the demons were too dense, they would stop directly, lie down together, and wait for the gunners behind them who were originally using slow-moving artillery fire to adjust the shooting parameters back, then fire another round, and then charge again.

The Draenei, who were unfamiliar with this type of warfare, were helpless and could only watch helplessly from behind.

Rather than letting these Draenei rot, it would be more practical to send them out to wipe out the surrounding enemy strongholds.

Uregar was also discouraged: "Well, since the envoy and my king have said so."

Only then did Iriel realize that he should protest.

Who knew, as soon as she sighed, she found that Duket had already asked Kurdran for the official seal and stamped it on the military order.

"Wait! Wait wait! I haven't agreed yet..." Hoof turned pale.

"Please, this is a military order! You must complete it whether you agree or not, otherwise you will be punished by military law." Duke said righteously and as a matter of course.

When Hoof was about to say something, she was suddenly stopped by her compatriots.

Vindicator Maraad is a determined warrior. He has helped the draenei to avoid the demonic hordes of the Burning Legion time and again on countless worlds. He is a role model among the draenei. His unparalleled combat skills and thunderous methods of upholding justice have made him respected by his fellow draenei.

This battle-hardened garrison commander was sent by Velen after the safety of Shattrath City to support the war on the front lines as a representative of the Draenei.

Maraad spoke up. "Yrel, we are the ones who carry the hopes of our people and come to the forefront of the fight against evil. If we cannot even destroy a single enemy outpost, how can we expect to storm the Black Temple and restore it to its former glory as the Temple of Karabor?"

What he said is completely politically correct!

There was no room for rebuttal.

Her superiors sold her out, and her compatriots sold her out too. What else can she say?

So, Iriel prepared to go to the battle with tears in his eyes.

Before leaving, she gave Duke a tragic look, her big watery eyes clearly saying - Are you really not sending me to deliver food?

Duke smiled and said, "No, I'm optimistic about you, hoof!"

When the Draenei mopping-up team set out, Brann and Kurdran sent everyone out of the command post. Brann was a little surprised: "Hey, is it worth it to torture a girl like this? Considering the lifespan of the Draenei and their long youth period, she is at most a 15-year-old human girl."

Duke stroked his chin with a playful expression: "Whenever a country or nation is in danger, there will always be heroes. It's just that some will grow up smoothly, while others will grow too slowly and die. Not every hero is called Edmund Duke. Some heroes, before they grow up, look like flowers in a greenhouse and can't withstand the wind and rain."

"but..."

"Look at Varian, both of you. Before that incident with Onyxia, he was just a well-educated nobleman."

Duke said this, implying that if Varian had not been of his bloodline at the time, he would not even have been qualified to be king.

Brann and Kurdran could not help but nod. Without that cruel gladiator career, there would be no Varian who is determined today. At the same time, because of Duke's existence and the reintegration of another Varian personality, Varian's tendency to excessive violence was suppressed. Now everyone can see that Varian is developing into an excellent leader.

This is a good thing not only for Stormwind Kingdom, but also for the entire Alliance.

To put it bluntly, if Duke is promoted to a true god and has to abandon the Alliance, the Alliance will not lack flag bearers. The queens of various human kingdoms are not bad, but they all lack a kind of unification power, a kind of courage that can be recognized by other kings and leaders.

As the most populous and powerful race in the current alliance, it is destined that the core of the Alliance will only be controlled by humans.

Among the human kings, Calia has made great contributions to the development of Lordaeron into a logistics country. Most of her energy is actually devoted to people's livelihood and military preparations. In fact, after Mograine retired and Abendis disappeared, Lordaeron has not produced a decent commander-type figure. Tirion Fordring is only suitable for heroic battles, not commanding.

Ilucia... apart from her throne, she's more like a merchant ms..

Jaina is capable, but her overall vision is slightly poor.

Dalaran is now a power vacuum on the surface, but in fact it is directly governed by Duke.

Danath Trollbane of Stromgarde... He would at most be a king in name only, but in reality, being able to command an army on his own was already the greatest limit for this silent man.

After much calculation, it is finally determined that Duke is no longer around, and the only reassuring thing is the grown-up Varian.

However, the two dwarf bosses still felt very comfortable with Duke's approach of cultivating talents from all races without bias.

Brann said, "So, are you so confident in letting that little bastard go?"

Duke rolled his eyes and said, "Even Mark Dooku can stand in front of you, what else are you worried about?"

The two dwarf kings suddenly realized that since Mark Dooku was here, it proved that this place was covered by the magic network. As long as there were powerful enough magic network nodes, Duke could send in demigod-level strongmen at any time, just like in the Serpent Temple.

Wildhammer Fortress, as the core stronghold for attacking the Black Temple, the level of the magic network here is of course the highest level.

The Illidari Outpost next door is just over a small hill.

It has to be said that Duke took great pains to train Irel.

But... the hoof itself doesn't know!

Five kilometers away from the Wildhammer Fortress under construction, the sky suddenly darkened. First, a streak of scarlet gradually stained the black sky, a bit like a sign of destruction. In a moment, the color began to turn into an extremely disgusting dark green.

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of evil exists in the Illidari outpost ahead.

Yrel thought again and again, and raised his arm twice before finally raising it. That was a signal to stop.

The Draenei garrison halted in unison, and the cooperating paramilitary organization followed suit.

"Captain Maraad, I think...should we conduct some reconnaissance first?" Yrel said a little unconfidently.

"A very wise decision, Commander Yrel." Obviously, his position should be higher. As a role model of garrison officer, Maraad has the style of a soldier and the spirit of a warrior. He did not underestimate Yrel, the so-called commander who was airdropped.

"Then...it's up to you to arrange it." Iriel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maraad waved his hand and made a gesture, and immediately people from the Highland Warriors and another organization called Aurora came up.

Maraad instructed meticulously: "Thomas, Jarrad, Commander Yrel needs a reconnaissance without alerting the enemy as much as possible. Send your best men. We not only need telescope observation, but also a relatively accurate number and type of the enemy. It would be even better if we can estimate the general strength of the enemy's heroes. You have one hour."

"clear!"

The Draenei's hooves make too much noise, and given their relatively tall stature, they may be good fighters or paladins, but definitely not good rogues.

When it comes to reconnaissance, the Draenei can't even keep up with the dwarf and elven rogues.

The situation was quickly reported back.

There aren't many enemies at the outpost, only about a hundred, but the problem is that they are strong!

"Thirty Illidari terror emissaries, sixty-three Illidari commandos, the great demon Lothrus, the Queen of Pain Gabriella... uh, the intelligence is so accurate?" Although Yrel had never led troops, she still felt as if she had been cheated when she saw such a detailed report.

Thomas quickly explained: "No, Commander, you misunderstood. We followed the 3D images in the "Draenor Demon Encyclopedia" that was sent down from above."

After that, Thomas kicked the wizard next to him on the calf. The guy groaned, then hurriedly took out a projection crystal, on which the demon's form and description suddenly appeared.

I know clearly which ones are the messengers of terror and which ones are the commandos.

"Where did you get this information?" Maraad was surprised.

Thomas shrugged. "You need to ask the Alliance's major generals or above. Perhaps Special Envoy Mark Duku will know."

For some reason, this little man who was destined to not be able to rely on Duke, a big backer, thought of the mysterious Mark Dooku again. Now Mark has somehow become the Alliance's special envoy.

This time, Thomas guessed right.

The information came from Duke. Ever since Duke forced the Eredar Twins to surrender and secretly serve him, all kinds of information have been continuously sent to Karazhan.

To avoid being discovered, the cautious twins would not give Duke any important information. But they felt no guilt at all when selling those scum who defected to Illidan.

There were so many demons in the twisting void, easily numbering in the billions. Originally, no one would care about these low-level demons that did not directly belong to a certain lord, so the twins sold them as much as they wanted.

Sell ​​all the secrets.

From physical features, to skill levels, to special skills. God damn, it has it all.

Anyway, if there is anything, just say that it is the information stolen by the guy "Duke" ten thousand years ago. After all, the demons who can get to the elite level or above basically have a lifespan of more than ten thousand years.

When Irel saw that the other side had small bosses and elites, he estimated and frowned.

Maraad was the only hero who could fight on his side. If he rushed forward rashly, he would probably suffer heavy casualties.

"Do we have any support?" At this moment, Irel's face was no longer as lively as before, but full of solemnity. After all, she was carrying the lives of more than a thousand compatriots on her shoulders. If she made a mistake in giving an order, it would be the end of these compatriots.

"Yes." Maraad replied, "The higher-ups have prepared artillery support from flying battleships for us. Since they are not directly under the Alliance, once we call for support, we will share some of the credit with them after the victory."

"Scream." Iriel seemed decisive.

Compared to illusory merits and fighting against demons that will never truly die, she values ​​the lives of her compatriots more.

At this moment, Duke, who was observing Yrel in Karazhan, touched his chin with a very playful expression on his face.

"Master, do you think highly of this little Draenei girl?" Vashj, who was standing next to her, smiled and said, "Do you want me to teach her a few tricks? Help her train a capable female subordinate."

Duke gave Vashj a cold look, his eyes full of warning, and Vashj immediately stopped talking.

Vashj herself is indeed a capable and good maid.

The problem is that this girl was born in the most corrupt upper elf court, and has been in the treacherous deep sea for nearly ten thousand years. Many things become complicated because of her habitual suspicion.

Duke didn't want such a good seedling to be led astray by Vashj. How should I put it? With Duke around, there would definitely be no "Warlord of Draenor". The sense of accomplishment of nurturing Yrel, who should have been a good talent, in his own way was no less than that of building a complete and magnificent fortress with bare hands.

Duke said, "If you have nothing to do, go and prepare for the second phase of the plan. If you really fail, I will skin you alive!"

"Yes, yes, I will follow my master's orders." Seeing that Duke was unhappy, Vashj was very tactful and lifted her white maid's skirt. She did not leave but stood quietly aside.

Vashj noticed that Vanessa, who always got in the way of her and Duke playing the game of Excalibur on the tip of their tongues, was gone today...

In Shadowmoon Valley, Yrel's expression at this moment was very interesting.

Because the guy who popped out of the magic communication mirror was...

A panda man!

"Hahaha! Is this the first time you see pandaren? We don't live on the main continent of Azeroth, so it's normal that the Draenei who have just joined the Alliance haven't seen us. Well, enough nonsense, dear Commander Yrel, the Stormwind Kingdom's special experimental force Royal Kiln Team is here to serve you warmly."

"Puff!" At this moment, the hoof sprayed. Although she knew that those organizations officially recognized or affiliated with the Alliance had all kinds of strange names, she didn't expect that in addition to the reliable ones like the Highland Warriors, there were such unreliable ones.

"What!?" Iriel widened his eyes and stared at the slightly wretched panda man in the communication mirror.

"Sorry, sorry! Commander, although our three flying warships are not officially commissioned warships, the name of the Royal Kiln Squadron was accidentally mentioned by the great commander Edmund Duke. We all think it is a good name, so we continue to use it."

After a quick and brief explanation from the captain with the strange name Nicholas Junmuqi, Iriel barely understood the origin of the Royal Brothel.

Throughout history, in all official documents and records of human navies, every warship is described by the word "she" which specifically refers to a female.

So every ship is a ship girl.

But you have to think about it this way. When you meet these cute girls, do you say this is your wife and that is your wife all day long? Can you have sex with your wife? If you play with these boats alone, then they are your harem, but a boat is something that cannot be driven by one person. In other words, it is not just you who play with it, so it is a brothel.

Jun Muqi waved his black bear claws righteously and said loudly: "So, the great commander Edmund Duke said on the deck of the Queen Elishabai under me, 'This is the great royal brothel, not an air force that you can come to whenever you want!'"

At this moment, Irel collapsed.

She really didn't know that humans and... Panda people would have such strange fetish-like hobbies!

In her young heart, she drew a big warning exclamation mark for the Alliance commander whom she had never met but gave her an extremely unreliable feeling!

At the same moment, whether it was Duke himself in Karazhan or Mark Dooku in Wildhammer Fortress, because of telepathy, they both overturned the table in front of them at the same time!

"Bullshit! What I said at the time was, 'This is the Royal Air Force, not a brothel where you can come whenever you want!' Someone, come here! When this guy named Jun Muqi comes back, give him an oxygen tank and let him swim in the pit for an hour!"

If Duke wasn't the leader of the Alliance, this kind of thing wouldn't be a big deal or a small one.

The royal family and the royal family are two different things. The title of "royal family" can only be used by the Arathor Empire of Emperor Thoradin. Of course, after hearing that Duke had dealt with n queens, some people also jokingly called Duke the emperor.

If not the emperor, who can handle multiple queens?

Calling the Storm King's Air Force a brothel is another matter entirely.

Duke hated these big-mouthed guys. Of course, Jun Muqi was definitely not the only one who talked nonsense, but he could only kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

In fact, the so-called Royal Kiln Squadron was a special combination of three ships: the special experimental flying battleship HMS Warspite, HMS Queen Elizabeth, and the flying battlecruiser Hood.

These three ships abandoned the traditional multi-layered gun bays of the Alliance's previous flying warships and naval warships, and instead of pursuing firepower density one-sidedly, became a more modern one with only the top deck having artillery firing mode.

On the one hand, the cutting-edge rotatable turrets allow warships to carry larger caliber guns with wider firing ranges. The aiming angle of traditional multi-layer gun bays is only a pitiful 15 degrees left and right. And there are only a handful of small-caliber guns in the front and rear of the ship.

On the other hand, sealing the lower deck is more conducive to the survival of the ship's crew. The open multi-layer gun bay increases the density of firepower, but it also makes the warship more vulnerable. As long as a certain area is hit, it is easy to spread the damage to the arsenal and cause a series of explosions. In other words, the gun bay filled with shells is a arsenal like a live target.

As the war continued, with Duke's special reminder, the Alliance also noticed such a situation: it takes a short time to manufacture cutting-edge artillery, but to train a qualified adult soldier, you must first have an adult, and he must be a well-educated adult.

Illiterate people cannot operate artillery, especially new artillery with a calibration system. Even if there is a system to assist in calculating the trajectory, many times when the system is not so accurate, the gunner's experience must be used to calibrate it.

This time, it's a new type of experimental flying battleship.

All three ships are equipped with unique artillery systems.

The Sharpshooter system of the War-weary equipment has the Alliance's most advanced tactical auxiliary aiming system, which is inclined towards long-range precision strikes.

The Hood's Glory system tends to focus on sustained firepower and wide-area damage, and the specially equipped chain loader can make artillery loading more automated.

The Queen's Command system of the Ellysilver Queen is a system similar to the radar early warning aircraft system before Duke crossed over. It will repeatedly scan the entire battlefield, collect various intelligence on the battlefield, and link up with the fire control systems of Warspite and Hood to further increase the firepower, hit rate, and even the dodge rate of the entire small fleet.

The performance of these three new warships needs to be tested in actual combat.

If they rashly dragged them to the main battlefield, that was something the Alliance would do when it was about to perish. If conditions allowed, a low-intensity battle would be a very suitable test.

The Draenei would not use infantry and artillery coordination because they had never seen it before. Obviously, Yrel was an outlier. As the first Draenei to follow Du, who used the alias Mark, Yrel could be said to have seen the world.

She was well aware of the terrible power of modern artillery.

After looking at the sketch drawn by the scout and carefully inquiring about the terrain of the place.

Irel gave an order: "Thomas, I need your best archers to shoot the bottles of holy water at these points with arrows. After shooting, retreat immediately."

Illidari Outpost was actually built on the ruins of a former Draenei palace. The entire ruins were full of broken tiles and there were few houses with tiles to cover their heads.

As a sentinel position guarding Shadowmoon Valley, there are not many combat forces deployed here.

It was purely because there was an energy node here that was similar to a source of magic that Illidan ordered these demons to set up outposts here.

Soon, a few arrows were shot onto the open space of the Illidari outpost.

"Huh?" Those Illidari commandos, who were actually demon guards, showed puzzled expressions. They were not very smart and could not understand why arrows with holy light were shot into the open space.

Of course, this did not prevent them from reacting quickly.

"Enemy attack—"

The shrill shouts in the demon language resounded throughout the entire sentry post. Almost all the demons rushed out with weapons in hand.

But...there is nothing.

"Should we give chase?" a commando asked the messenger of terror.

A Terrorbringer is a Dreadlord who is not powerful enough, but in a small outpost like this, a Terrorbringer is already a commander.

After spreading out his senses, he still couldn't sense any trace of the enemy, so the Messenger of Terror finally ordered: "Be alert!"

He had never had a direct confrontation with the Alliance, so he didn't know that at this moment, twelve thousand meters away, the three suspended warships were bustling with activity.

"The coordinates have been transmitted." an adjutant shouted.

The Panda Captain Jun Muqi waved his big paw and said, "Compare the terrain data, try to stabilize the ship, and activate the auxiliary correction system."

"The wind direction is 12.3 degrees east by south, force three."

"good!"

"The calibration balloon has been released."

"Everyone listen up, the main gun will fire in 60 seconds."

In a small valley two kilometers away from the Illidari Outpost, Yrel was very nervous. She was wearing a brand new armor, which in theory could protect her body better than her previous leather armor.

But she knew that in front of demons more powerful than orcs, her excellent plate armor was as useless as paper.

All we can rely on is the Alliance's artillery support.

Yrel was very afraid that the enemy would find them and suddenly rush out to engage them in hand-to-hand combat. In this case, the Alliance warships would not be able to open fire under such circumstances.

Five minutes seemed as long as five centuries of waiting.

Finally, there was a muffled sound as if thunder struck in the distant sky.

Soon, every coalition soldier heard it more clearly.

This is the death scream coming from the air.

The huge shells that arrived at high speed were like burning meteorites, whistling through the sky and rushing towards the earth.

The demons at the Illidari Outpost were not given any chance to escape. The violent and terrifying shells had already exploded at the outpost. The strong flash meant that the explosion produced by the new gunpowder was ruthlessly and efficiently crushing all living creatures within the blast range.

The earth seemed to have been hit hard by an invisible fist of God, and a huge depression similar to a meteorite crater appeared on the ground.

Brick and stone fragments and mud splattered in all directions, and the aftermath of the explosion destroyed everything in its path.

The Burning Legion's demons have fire attributes, so the damage caused by the explosion is not terrible. Originally, they would suffer at most impact damage, but with some Naaru's holy light substances added to the gunpowder, it is a different matter.

The instinctive fear of holy light caused the demons that were not directly hit by the shells to flee in all directions.

At this time, several terrifying Illidari emissaries stood up from the crater.

They shouted in Eredun: "Calm down! Idiots! Find the enemy immediately."

Their efforts are doomed to be in vain.

The beyond-visual-range strike at an altitude of over 12,000 meters was terrifying enough, not to mention that the Royal Kiln Team was hovering on the other side of the mountain, with their shells flying over the mountain in a parabola.

There is no demon that has a twelve-kilometer perception. At most, they can roughly sense the direction from which the shells are coming.

They didn't know that the last shell was just a test fire, so that the subsequent artillery fire could adjust the firing parameters.

Half a minute later, there was a huge explosion that seemed to destroy the world.

The energy pouring out of the high-explosive bomb tore the entire Illidari Outpost into pieces, and several huge hill-like blocks of earth were blown into the sky.

Looking at the demon limbs and flesh flying into the sky, even the Draenei troops who were ambushing two kilometers away were completely speechless.

Irel felt the tremors coming from the ground, and she found herself crying and making prayer gestures in anxiety and fear.

Even though the bombardment was directed at the Draenei's mortal enemy, she still felt very uncomfortable.

The continuous bombardment lasted for three minutes. When the bombardment stopped, all that was left was... dead silence.

Irel smiled bitterly: "By the way, do we still have a place to play?"

Maraad said firmly: "It is also the commander's responsibility to confirm the results of the battle."

Yrel made a decision: "Then let's go. If there are still demons alive, we have an obligation to give them the final blow."

After that, Hoof turned around and gave an order to the magician accompanying the army: "Tell the Royal... Kiln Team to prepare. In 10 minutes, we will need an infantry-artillery coordination."

Running two kilometers in 10 minutes on a not-so-steep mountain road was considered a relatively fast armed march. But Yrel had no choice. At first, she didn't dare to let her troops get within a thousand meters. After all, it was not uncommon for the first actual combat of the new artillery to fail to hit the enemy, but instead a stray bullet killed an entire team of Draenei infantry.

When they arrived 500 meters in front of the sentry post, the mountain that appeared high in the telescope had been flattened by several meters.

As expected, the demons inside are not completely dead yet.

Visible to the naked eye, a crack appeared in the nearby air, and some horrible things rushed out of it impatiently: huge winged demons and bewitching succubi. They roared angrily and wielded yellow-green fel flames and powerful magical energy in their hands.

"Fire!" With the first experience, Iriel had more confidence in the accuracy of the three warships.

After another round of earth-shattering explosions, the Draenei army, led by Maraad, launched a general attack on the remaining demons.

"In the name of Holy Light, die, demon—"

These are the few elite Draenei people left.

When escaping from the demonic pursuit troops sent by Kil'jaeden, countless Draenei died. Veterans who can live for more than 5,000 years are not rare, but they are not many either.

Maraad is one of them.

There are not many of his former comrades left, and those who gathered around him are all elite soldiers who participated in the last war with the orcs.

They held their ground on the approach bridge outside the city of Shattrath, unafraid of the terrifying orcs that were a hundred times their size. Even the once-mighty Blackrock Clan had once been defeated by them.

This is a legion forged of steel. Each of them has a will as strong as iron. In the name of the Holy Light, they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Holy Light and their compatriots at any time.

They sang the Draenei's unique hymns, and rushed into the center of the dusty battlefield with an irreversible posture, their bodies shining with golden light.

Yrel could have stayed behind, but she chose to insert herself into the vanguard, following closely behind Maraad.

In her right hand she held a short-handled hammer with a shining purple hammer head, and in her left hand she held a nimble, nearly oval-shaped shield. She took the Draenei's unique lunge with curved calves and rushed quickly towards the enemy.

In the smoke and dust, she saw a Satyr struggling on the ground. Although it was seriously injured and one of its left legs was missing in the bombardment, it still violently tore off the entire left arm of a Draenei warrior with its claws.

"Ahhhh!" The male Draenei warrior screamed and launched a counterattack against the Satyr, but was blocked by a claw.

As a result of countless combat training, Yrel's movements were not deformed at all. She kicked hard, letting herself fly over like an arrow, and when she saw the right opportunity, she swung her hammer and hit the satyr's head mercilessly.

At the most perfect moment!

The burst of Seal of Command makes Yrel's hammer add additional holy damage.

"Drink!" Irel tried his best.

At this moment, she really didn't think about what the consequences would be if she missed.

In fact, she almost missed it.

Sartre tilted his head just before being hit on the head.

If she hadn't subconsciously tilted the hammer, the hammer would have missed Sartre's ear by a hair's breadth.

Fortunately, just with this deviation, I immediately felt the sensation of hitting something heavy on my hand.

In front of the eyes of this Karabo apprentice who had never actually been on the battlefield, a full quarter of the Satyr's ferocious face was blown away.

She will probably never forget the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and brain matter splattering for a long time.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel the nausea that some warriors felt when they first killed someone. She felt calm and even a little excited.

"I did it! I really did it! I judged those fallen people who persecuted my compatriots!" Iriel screamed in his heart, his flexible eyes rolled around, and he immediately caught a glimpse of another demon guard who was trying to kill a human swordsman not far away.

Without thinking, Sanction came out.

The holy energy followed her gesture and directly impacted the demon's brain, causing it to be paralyzed for just three seconds.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the human swordsman shouted loudly, swung the giant sword in his hand, and chopped off the head of the burly demon who was half a body taller than him.

In the Wildhammer Fortress, the big guys who were watching this scene through the magical surveillance images exclaimed in amazement.

Brann: "Not bad, this little hoof. If she wasn't so green at the beginning, I wouldn't have dared to confirm that this was her first time on the battlefield."

Kurdran took a sip of the liquor and said, "Well, this qualification seems to be no worse than Abendis back then!"

As a rookie, this is already a high evaluation.

Marshal Abendis was never known for his martial arts ability, that was because he had the Silver Five Saints above him. There were too many top-level warriors, so he was forced to be rated as a second-rate paladin.

Kurdran's evaluation of Yrel was not low.

Duke was smiling. The better Yrel performed, the more it proved that he had a unique vision.

In his mind, Iriel is an important healer in the hero group in the future!

Of course, it would be even better if we could develop her commander talent.

To be honest, before today, he had never thought that she had some talent in infantry-artillery coordination.

Now, Duke had seen everything he wanted to see, and he was very satisfied with the result of Irel's first battle.

He had no interest in watching the rest of the fight. After all, this kind of low-level hand-to-hand combat was like chickens pecking at each other. You peck me, and I peck you.

Besides, the ones fighting are paladins, so it would be strange if it could be exciting.

I still remember before I traveled through time, a Paladin in healing gear was having a flag-planting duel with a Discipline Priest. After fighting for ten minutes, I found that each of them had basically full health and mana bars. Not to mention killing each other, even their health had never dropped by half. In the end, the two idiots had to roll the dice to decide the winner.

Well, one of them is Duke's pastor number.

Of course, Duke's priests were also known as the duel kings of Menethil Harbor. If anyone duelled with Duke's priests on the dock, Duke, the righteous and kind young man, would mind-control the opponent, throw him into the water, and then use the holy magic of justice to shamelessly... oh, no, he would use the bright iron fist of justice to beat the opponent.

Anyway, if the other party wants to swim ashore, a duel circle will be created and the system will judge Du as the winner.

Duke can even sit on the boat leiSuraely and make the other party mad because he has to wait one more round for the boat to cross the sea.

In the end, Du became notorious and no one was willing to duel with him in Menethil Harbor.

Duke did not focus on the monitoring screen, but on the documents. Although he was hiding in Karazhan, as long as he still held the title of the Alliance Commander, he had to deal with a lot of chores, and as long as he did not disappear, such troubles would come to him.

After all, no leader in the Alliance has Duke's ability to handle hundreds of documents at the same time, and never make mistakes whether it is applying for approval or handling opinions.

As an engineering student, Duke's major was a jack of all trades, covering everything from boilers to automation, from power distribution to engineering budgets.

Thanks to the awesome system AI, all the knowledge that Duke had read in the past, even the knowledge that he thought he had forgotten, was dug out from the dusty corners by the system and put into use.

"Alas! There is nothing I can do. It's my fault for having such a useless host." The system AI always complained from time to time.

"Shut up, you bastard!" Duke rolled his eyes.

With the assistance of the system, Duke alone is equivalent to a logistics department of 300 people. In addition, many things must be approved by the supreme commander, so this ability is even more precious.

Before Duke came along, logistics was a black hole.

Don't mention the so-called logistics of the old tribes where you can eat wherever you go. That is typical of living off the land.

Anyway, they are just like locusts, they eat whatever they can get. Once they encounter a barren area, they will die before the enemy even attacks.

At first, no one could manage the Alliance's logistics.

According to the feudal system, garbage warehouse management, and calculation methods that don't even have Arabic numerals, even the king himself doesn't know how much food can be transported to the battlefield.

There were even cases where the logistics staff embezzled food and sold it to merchants accompanying the army. The merchants then added a retail price to the price and sold it back to the king, and the merchants were even rewarded by the king.

After Duke came to power, especially after magic communication became popular, logistics was no longer a lucrative job.

First of all, all military supplies are standardized.

During the research and development, he could let the dwarves let their imagination run wild. Once the production was decided, at most two common versions and one backup version of the same type of equipment would be kept, and only these three versions would have production lines. No other versions would be produced.

It was like the German mechanized infantry division in Second War had more than ten types of infantry fighting vehicles, or the Japanese machine guns used magazines to feed ammunition, etc. Duke scoffed at these annoying practices.

Only by standardizing and reducing varieties can the logistical burden be reduced to the greatest extent possible.

Next is a more scientific calculation method. All the ins and outs are calculated. The warehouse manager, the supervisor, and the person who withdraws the money must sign or stamp together to make it valid. If one signature is missing, the other two will be questioned.

Then there is dry storage. Who doesn't know how to do that? Yes, the Alliance sent clear instructions to teach people how to choose a warehouse, where to dig a hole, how to dry and ventilate, and how to protect against rain and moisture during transportation.

Finally, there is the development of new weapons.

With the development of technology, there are always some things that are awesome when they first come out, but immediately fail as soon as the opponent changes.

For example, the Alliance's FFF Regiment Flamethrower in the Second Battle of the Dark Gate still wakes up many orcs in the middle of the night, and some even shout "FFF Regiment is coming", which will lead to the tragic situation of the old orcs collectively blowing up their camps and falling into a state of frenzy.

Now that the war is progressing, when the coalition forces have captured the Hellfire Fortress, the flamethrowers that were once invincible in group battles and street fights are suddenly useless.

When encountering Nagas playing in the water, who will be defeated?

The Hellfire, which lives on fire, you're going to spray it with flames? Don't be ridiculous!

Nowadays, there are very few demons who are afraid of fire.

As a result, the flamethrowers suddenly went from being the MVPs of regular battles to being marginalized.

But with just one order from Duke and a simple modification blueprint, the flamethrower, who was once almost a passerby, became a star figure who was loved by everyone and flowers bloomed wherever he went.

"Devil! Drink the foot washing water--" The domineering shout would tremble in everyone's body.

Golden water drops fell from the sky.

It is colorless and tasteless, yet full of a sacred aura.

Every Draenei who was fighting a bloody battle was shocked and became excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

That's right, what was sprayed over was naturally holy water, the foot-washing water from the holy light creature Naaru whom they worshipped.

The essence of a flamethrower is to use hydraulic pressure to spray liquid fuel farther. Anyway, spraying fuel is spraying, and spraying holy light foot washing water is also spraying, just remove the igniter on the nozzle and it's done.

the Alliance flamethrower's second spring is so simple and violent.

Even new recruits who have undergone half a day of training can use this thing.

The effect is surprisingly good when used.

Originally, when using a flamethrower, you must pay attention to your position and wind direction. If a fool sprays in the upwind direction, that's a typical case of playing with fire and getting burned.

But spraying holy water is basically harmless to the coalition soldiers, and only a small number of the Forsaken will be shot.

As long as you don't mind wasting it, you can use it as a water-splashing festival.

When the human body comes into contact with holy water, it will naturally promote the disinfection and healing of wounds.

The devils would be in trouble if they came into contact with this stuff, it was simply sulfuric acid level stuff. Many devils that were still alive under heavy bombardment, screamed and wailed when they came into contact with holy water, and they were done for.

The Draenei garrison officers rushed forward and greeted them directly with their Holy Light Hammers.

There is no such thing as winning a large-scale war with a single weapon. It is not only about manpower and material resources, but also about the research and development and deployment capabilities of weapons and equipment.

The fact that comprehensive national strength determines victory or defeat has been true everywhere since ancient times.

It is a great blessing to be able to mass-produce weapons that can restrain the enemy's main force within a certain period of time.

The battle at the soldier level will obviously end in victory for the Allies, but the battle between the strong is another matter.

The Eredar, who worshipped fel energy and turned into demons, and the Draenei, who believed in the Holy Light and changed their name to Draenei, have been loving and hating each other for 25,000 years, and each has developed its own way to deal with the other.

Low-concentration holy water can bully low-level demons and has a certain effect on mid-level demons, but it is useless against high-level demons.

Nothing counts, just the light black protective shield around the high-level demon, holy water or something can't get in. It's more like two opposite energies canceling each other out.

When several seriously injured Illidari terror emissaries were smashed to death by Maraad's hammer, the enemy leader finally came out -

The Dreadlord Lothroth!

The Dreadlord and the like, except for the top few, has become synonymous with a type of boss. Duke is in a high position, so of course he can evaluate it as a fight between noobs.

But the reason why the Dreadlord can be crowned with the title of Demon Lord is that guys who have reached this level are still an unsolvable existence for ordinary soldiers and entry-level professionals.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the Dreadlord's signature Foul Insect Swarm directly caused the throats of the dozen or so paladins who were surrounding them within a hundred meters to be choked and fall to the ground in pain.

"Get out of the way!" The muscular man Maraad roared, wielding his warhammer that shone with golden light, and fought fiercely with Lothelus.

There is more than one powerful man like Lothrus on the Sentinel side. A demon with the appearance of a succubus appears. She wields an evil whip, wraps the necks of Draenei warriors one after another, and brutally tortures them to death.

If it was a simple succubus, it might even charm the allied soldiers, causing them to die in an ugly way.

She is not.

She is Gabrissa, the Queen of Pain!

An evil being who takes pleasure in sadism!

"Demon! Your opponent is me!" Mustering up his courage, Yrel used his left hand to protect his body with a shield and let his right arm hang down, so that his arm was in a state where he could exert force at any time. Once he found the enemy's weakness, he would definitely swing the hammer and smash it.

"Oh ha ha! A young and beautiful bitch! Do you want your sister to tell you how to turn from a bitch into a slut?" The evil Gabriella stretched out her purple snake head and licked the stick end of the whip. Her slutty and charming look made Iriel shudder.

"Death is your only end!" Yrel yelled.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least it can scare people. Gabriella made such a declaration: "Haha! Sister, I am an immortal existence forever!"

Then, a strange sound echoed on the battlefield.

"Ugh… Damn it! Ugh…"

"Ooooooh!"

This strange sound naturally attracted the attention of Duke, who was reviewing documents in Karazhan.

"Oh my god!" Duke was shocked.

What did he see?

A hoof being molested by a female demon.

The long whip with barbs that were almost like thorns dodged the shield of the Tigress at an incredible angle, and made an arc to easily shatter the Tigress's armor, which was only of excellent level.

It was originally a set of heavy armor that covered the whole body without any flaws except for the neck that was occasionally exposed, but Gabriella turned it into the female armor in some Korean games before Du traveled through time - well, the kind with shoulder armor and leg armor, but only three-point armor left at the key parts.

You don't know until you see it. The unique buttocks of the pig, coupled with the tattered clothes that look like they have been raped n times in a certain KanColle game... are really sexy.

Hoof was not going to just take the beating. Just as she was frowning and enduring the unbearable numbness and pain, she finally launched her counterattack.

Liquidation!

This is the Paladin's most powerful counterattack skill in this era.

After a Paladin is hit by a critical hit, he will get an extra attack opportunity. If it is a normal Paladin, the upper limit is 4 times, but the better the endurance and the purer the holy light, the more times the Paladin can stack.

In other words, you can beat up a Paladin, but he can use the Holy Light, like using a little black notebook to record all the good things you've done, and then settle the accounts with you all at once.

Now, Irel used this trick.

But...it seems to be used in the wrong way.

Clearly in a split second, Irel swung his hammer at least a dozen times, and it hit the target with the special effect of a whip.

"Crackling"!

The Queen of Pain seemed to have been whipped a dozen times instead of being hammered a dozen times.

Gabriella's tears were streaming down her face. Her arms were clasped together as if she were hugging herself, and her legs were closed. Then her body convulsed and she screamed like crazy.

Oh my god!

What the hell is this?

Are you playing heavy-tasting games on the battlefield?

Should I say he is worthy of being a devil?

Yrel was stunned and stood there.

Duke is also confused.

It's okay to let the hoof grow, but you can't let it go astray.

Duke almost ruined a high priest in the War of the Ancients, so he can't let his future archbishop collapse now!

I can't tolerate this!

Just when the Queen of Pain took advantage of the hoof's daze and whipped it away with a whip, a portal suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

A young wizard in a robe walked out of the door leiSuraely.

"Who are you? I'm having a great time! Get out of here!" Gabriella shook the whip with her hand, and the whip, which was already sharp enough, revealed its true terrifying killing power.

The middle of the whip just lightly touched the ground, and the hard sandstone instantly exploded into thousands of pieces.

The power of the middle section is so amazing, not to mention the end which gathers all the evil power.

Just as the young mage was about to be whipped into pieces before he could even activate the Ice Barrier, a strange dislocation seemed to occur in the space, and Gabrielsa's face, which was full of evil spirits, suddenly became asymmetrical.

The left half of her nose suddenly aligned with the red right half of her lips.

At this time, Iriel, who was struggling, discovered that a blood line appeared on the midline of Gabrielsa's body. This midline perfectly split the Queen of Pain into two halves.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The female demon who was so proud just now still had a look of horror on her face. She screamed her soul: "Impossible!"

In the blood mist, everyone, including Yrel who was nearby and the Draenei garrison officer who was watching the battle nervously in the distance, saw that the female demon who had just been violent was split into two halves, deader than dead.