"Take-off parameters?"

"Everything is normal, sir!"

"Energy transmission?"

"Steady!"

The ship's wheelhouse was busy, Findel was spinning around like a fly on a slightly raised platform, and Gavinrad rubbed his brow, his face looking a little nervous. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Charge progress?"

"Eighty-nine percent, sir!"

"Ready to take off!"

"Holy light above, Lord bless, you must succeed------" Findel muttered to himself as he looked at the dense gauges.

The huge cab was half a football field, and the draenei and gnomes in blue uniforms sat on two rows of metal seats, in front of them were huge operating stations, purple and blue magic crystals dotted the metal room, and High Elf mages were constantly coming and going.

"Sir! Now that the ship is charged, take off! ”

"Findell!" Gavin Rad patted the gnome. "You should be in your seat." He had read a book thicker than a knight's novel before he got on the ship

"I know, I know-------" Findel sweated profusely and nervously like a new recruit on the battlefield, and sat down next to Gavinrad in a metal seat that seemed to have been made for his size, and fastened his seat belt.

"Take off!"

"Engine ignition! Bridge detachment! ”

The ship shook, and Gavinrad grabbed the armrest of his seat.

"Is this normal?"

"Of course." Findel wiped his sweat. "Don't be nervous, she'll be able to fly." Such a big guy, relying on dozens of jet engines like goblin rockets------ he actually didn't have much confidence.

"The bridge is disengaged, increase the energy output, 20 percent, 30 percent -----of the hull is vacated, and the altitude is 20-----30------ the jump engine is charged ------"

"The Leap Engine has been recharged------ search for spatial coordinates------ coordinates have been successfully located------ targets Kalimdor, Durontar."

"Start the Leap!"

"Hum~" A huge flow of energy sounded, and the transparent crystal window with some purple was flooded with gold.

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Kalimdo, Ogrimmar.

The growing plague began to make life more difficult for the orcs, countless orcs had to give up hunting and return to safer cities, most of the farms were forced to close, and those monsters with bowed bodies began to attack the orc settlements in the daytime.

Although the Grand Chief Thrall sent a large number of troops and successfully eliminated most of the monsters in an attack on Razor Ridge, Ogrimmar spread some gossip ------that the tribe's army had suffered heavy losses, and those who were scratched by those monsters, whether orcs or trolls, would become those monsters.

Thrall was just as anxious as the others, the retreating army from the Outlands had not yet returned to Orgrimmar, his current forces could only defend, but he was unable to clear the monsters, the shamans had not made progress in their research on the plague, even the most brave warriors could only be beheaded by their own men after being scratched or bitten, and the trolls of the Thunder Bluff and the Darkspear tribe were not much better, or even worse, Woking had already sent three pleas for help to himself.

Gianna said that the 'Dawn Light' had promised to help the Alliance and the Horde deal with this sudden disaster, but it had been almost two weeks, and there had been no movement, and even the 'Dawn Light' spies who were active in the caravan were all gone, and Sal thought that this disaster that swept all the Alliance and Horde members might not be something that the Dawn Light could deal with alone, they were biased towards the Alliance, and maybe there was no more power left to help the Tribe, so the Horde would have to rely on itself.

"Great Chief!"

"Come in." Thrall looked up from the map.

An orc soldier in rudimentary armor walked in.

"Another caravan has been attacked, Grand Chief, our patrol has found dead Kodo beasts not far from Razor Ridge------ there are no survivors."

"Is the Kodo Beast ------ a caravan of the Minotaurs?" Thrall frowned. "Why would there be caravans acting alone?" He had already ordered that all caravans should cease trading for the time being, unless they were escorted by an army.

"Looks like a goblin caravan, Grand Chief." The orc soldier replied. "We found some leftover goods, mostly grain, but they had been burned." Food is also a channel for infection with the plague, and Orgrimmar has already turned into a monster due to food infection, so Orgrimmar's food will not be enough to eat, because Orgrimmar has lost an external source of food, and this barren land cannot support so many orcs, plus most of the farms have been forced to close, which has caused the current embarrassing situation.

"Let's cheer up our patrols, we need a victory to inspire the people." Thrall brought back the tribe from the people not only with a different way of thinking, but also from the experience of their rule.

"Yes, Great Chief!" The orc soldiers exited the room, and Thrall pressed his swollen head, he needed to meditate for a while, and although the elemental spirits didn't know how to deal with the plague, they always gave him solace.

"Bang bang bang!" Before Thrall could sit down, there was another knock at the door.

"Come in." Sal has some bad premonitions.

"Great Chief! Durontar------ sky is torn apart! ”

"What?!"

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"Hull pressure is approaching a critical point!!"

"Speed up!! You fools! Speed up! Hurry up and get through the spatial rift!! Findel's face turned white, there was a creaking sound everywhere, and the leapship wrapped in the Naru Crystal and the Magic Crystal was being squeezed by the spatial turbulence, especially when passing through the spatial rift, the pressure would increase exponentially compared to the spatial channel. Entering and exiting are the two most difficult points of the migration.

"Activate all the thrusters! Maximum load! ”

Findel clung to the chair tightly, his nails burst unconsciously, and after more than ten seconds, the crunch became quieter, and the simplified body no longer shook violently, and Findel let out a long breath.

"The move is complete, we have reached the target location------ we have succeeded, sir!!"

"Oh~~" There was a chaotic cheer from the cab, and Fendell couldn't help but howl.

"Hah! I thought I'd die here! ”

"It really worked! We have relied on technology to do what magic can do! ”“

I will definitely tell my grandson today's story! ”

"Ahem~~" Gavinrad, who was also pale, cleared his throat and the cab fell silent.

"Give the signal, the first regiment of the First Army Corps will begin to be airborne!"

"Yes! Your Excellency, Marshal! ”