If you see a Pink Fur stealing food in the kitchen or supply warehouse, don't shoot her.

"Emergency Regulations for the Management of Galleys and Warehouses on Ships of the Combined Fleet?"

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The Rocca Senni is the newest flagship of the Azeroth Consortium, and her hull is dozens of times larger than the last flagship, Tyrande, which has been decommissioned, and is more appropriately called a mobile fortress than a ship...... There are no larger battlecruisers in the human world than her, and in terms of size, only the mothership of the Star Spirit can match her.

The battle-cruised fleets that served as escorts flanked her closely, and the thousand-meter-long steel fortresses were like worker bees next to a hive.

The thrusters around her spewed dazzling tails of flame, fine-tuning their direction...... It would be expensive to drive such a behemoth in a regular state, and as a mothership for the fleet's super-heavy firepower and massive fleet and ground combat forces, she doesn't have much room to stack a large number of reactors.

Anyway, Azeroth's tech tree has long been crooked.

At the heart of the Rocca Senni stood a huge purple crystal, and no one could tell what material it was made of, and it was impossible to tell whether the technology came from Dalaran or Delaney from its appearance alone...... Or the astral spirits.

The Archaeological Society, which has always been silent about death, recently published a new study that suggests that the Star Spirits are in fact the Draenei, the Shatterers, who were enslaved by demons in ancient times, as evidenced by the high degree of similarity in appearance and the continuity of technological systems.

Ever since it succeeded in off every race in Azeroth, the Archaeological Society has recently received a letter of protest from the Astral Spirits.

Closer to home, the core of the Rocca Senni is a fusion of foreign technology.

Suspended in the sky above the giant crystal, in the middle of the garden. A group of people are surrounding a large round table, their races and the forces they represent.

Humans, orcs, elves, minotaurs, trolls, undead, dwarves, gnomes, goblins, and two other races with red eyes or large tails that call themselves humans, as well as several other sapient minor races...... To ensure fairness. Successive Speakers have been born among them.

They call themselves the Spear of the Prophets, and their official name is the Supreme Military Council of the Combined Fleet of Azeroth.

The Council is independent of the nations of the earth, and any decisions concerning the fleet are made by and only by them...... That's what I said.

"The advance fleet has cleared the landing site, and this team is about to depart, what questions do you have?"

The current Speaker is a bear monster, and he routinely asks the members for their opinions. The eyes kept glancing at the chair of the Minotaur representative...... Big, spacious, sturdy and comfortable, it's enviable.

Who will press for a resolution on which consensus has long been reached?

The councillors shook their heads or snorted, and a few of them were dozing off with their heads down...... If every little thing on the battlefield had to be discussed and voted on once, it would be better to surrender outright.

This time, the special observer, a star spirit, hesitated, but still did not ask about the doubts in his heart.

"Okay. The Speaker of the Bear Monster stuck in his chair lifted his glasses. Sorting out the thick stack of battle plans in front of him, "Next, hand over command to the commander-in-chief of the fleet, Field Marshal Seaman." ”

The sky in the garden dome flickered a few times to show the busy appearance of the bridge, and a few councillors began to complain about why the screen for video calls was placed directly above the table, their cervical spine getting worse and worse.

It was a short time before a wolf appeared in front of everyone...... Crown. He didn't look used to it, too—looking at a group of old men with their necks stretched out on every call.

"Your Excellency, the Council has approved the dispatch of the flagship and the main fleet, and now the command is transferred to ...... Wait a minute. What's behind you!" The Speaker jumped up from the chair that was stuck on him, and he could clearly see someone who shouldn't be there sitting in the lieutenant command's seat, eating cake and poking his fingertips at the screen.

"Hey?"

Loria smiled and waved at the bear monster.

Hey, you're big, and say, 'The abominable Empire has captured our great prophet, so we will drive our entire fleet to the gates of the Empire without declaring war, and we will take the Empire and the insects together'!

"That kind of thing will do it for a while, and when we're done, we'll go to the prison and take a few pictures of me finally freed. ”

The Speaker of the Bear Monster had the urge to tear the whole text on the table to pieces, how the hell did she get to the flagship so far away! No! Don't read your mind before that!

"Because of the fact that I've set up teleportation beacons in every galley in the fleet, of course! Also, I don't have the ability to read minds, but I've lived a long time. It's just a matter of guessing what other people are thinking. ”

It's scarier than reading minds!

"Don't frown, you were a laughing kid when you were a kid. ”

The age of the prophet is killed! She's seen everyone in diapers here!

"Your dad used to beat you up back then. Just because you're eight years old and you wet the bed a lot. ”

You're actually a cosmic information complex that specializes in recording other people's black histories! Use your memory to do your business! At least remember other people's names!

The other councillors were either snickering or bowing their heads to look at Loria...... Who doesn't have a black history?

The corners of the Speaker's mouth twitched. I want to refute but can't...... The level gap is just too big.

Luckily, Loria had no intention of bullying him any longer, she smiled and waved at them, narrowed her eyes and took a deep look at the star spirit, and then closed the call.

Soon, alarms sounded in all corners of the fortress...... Soon after, everyone took refuge in a safe and closed environment, ready to take the plunge.

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The hydrogen bomb exploded on the surface of the Motherworm, and Vanilla successfully completed her self-imposed bonus objective and Maniac achievement, however in airless outer space...... The damage caused by the hydrogen bomb is not ideal.

Her actions infuriated the insects, and they began to attack in swarms, regardless of damage...... In the usual war, dense bugs would be eliminated more quickly, but in the face of Loria's order that there would be almost no casualties, the captains of the ships unanimously chose a defensive strategy.

The advance fleet's initial steady advance was suddenly compressed, and the Valkyries were ordered to hide within the magical barrier and not pursue...... They also had no chance to pursue, and they could blow up a large area of insects by casually pouring out high-explosive bombs, but they were like endless and could not be completely destroyed.

The battle situation instantly became passive, and it became an unknown gamble of killing the insects first or breaking the shield first.

As a dozen battlecruisers reached the edge of the melee line and went into battle, their radars became abnormal. (To be continued)

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