War is the most direct way for intelligent beings to fight for the right to live, and the war with the Burning Legion is even more so, defeat, it represents genocide, at least in this world, no one will start a war because of such a thing as politics, a strong foreign enemy almost unites the whole world, of course, racial disputes will never be less, but they will consciously control this dispute to a certain extent, because their biggest enemy is the Burning Legion first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The worldwide unity has produced an unprecedented collision of the wisdom of various races, and the development of weapons and equipment has been faster than imagined, in the previous life, it took only a few years for the airship to develop into a real air carrier, but the creatures of this world have become accustomed to the existence of 'heroes', and they believe that 'heroes' will eventually save the world, not weapons and equipment.

Benny scoffed at this, having discussed it in his previous life with his gaming friends, and everyone agreed that if Azeroth really existed, there would be no such thing as a 'player', and Azeroth would be extinct sooner or later.

Population, technology, individual strength, as long as it is the factor that determines the outcome of the war, all of them are too bad, and that gap is enough to make anyone desperate, which is why so many strong-willed people will be willing to degenerate themselves when they see one or two illusions, if it weren't for the so-called space barrier in the dark, Azeroth would not exist the first time it was discovered by the Burning Legion.

This is the wizarding world, when an individual is strong enough to a certain extent, he can indeed rely on him alone to save the world, but the creatures of this world can't do it, there is no doubt that humanity has paid the price, and the lessons of the guardians are enough to make people wake up.

And in Benny's mind, even if this world develops to the level of technological development, it cannot compete with the Burning Legion, they are all over the universe, and while destroying the world, they have also recruited countless worlds, and the population of demons still does not know where they came from, but one thing is known, they are almost endless.

No matter what form of war, in the end, it will be a drain on resources and population, and Azeroth does not seem to have the slightest hope of defeating the Burning Legion.

The truth is known only to a few, and few people in this world who know the truth believe that they can stop the Burning Legion, let alone defeat it.

But Benny is an exception, and so is Varian by his side, and as time goes on, there will be more and more exceptions.

This is the common denominator of intelligent beings, who will give everything for the right to live for the race, and despair will not stop them.

This is also the greatest source of strength ------ hope for the living beings.

"What is this?" Varian asked, holding his monoculars.

"'Feather of Light II', a craft that has just been developed." Benny looked at the woods below, the only remaining birds were cheering, the woods were full of people representing the 'Dawn Light' about to attack, the First Legion of Stormwind was obviously not a straw bale, the cavalry had already mounted their armor, and the musketeers had already restocked their ammunition and were ready to fire at any time.

"Based on the arcane power core, the 'Research Department' has developed a new power core powered by the Holy Light, this power core does not need a power source, because the Holy Light is everywhere, as long as the power core can withstand it, it can run all the time, the strange shape is to ensure that it can take off and land on the spot, it is equipped with two twenty mm Holy Light cannons that have just been successfully developed, and immediately, you will be able to see its power."

As a sign of respect for King Varian, the craft did not pass the top of the Mage's Tower, even though it was the closest attack route.

Thirty flying machines, this is a full squadron of 'Dawn Light'. They lined up in three columns in the air, and swooped down on the First Army's defensive fortresses in a slightly protruding wide triangle formation.

The primitive weapons of prevention and control did not pose a threat to the aircraft, relying on its pure metal body, the Feather of Light ignored the muskets and bows, and the spells that the mages had prepared were scattered, and muttered fireballs or ice arrows into the air.

The golden light shrouded everyone, and the War Sacrifice Regiment of the 'Dawn Light' was the protector and referee of this exercise.

Countless golden light bullets formed a barrage, the stabbing man couldn't open his eyes, the mage lost his goal, had to stop the spell, those strange flying machines whistled above his head, the strong wind pressure blew his combat strength unstable, the wooden guard tower under his feet made a creaking sound, and when he opened his eyes, the war sacrifice next to him was waving a small yellow flag.

"You're dead." The young man dressed as a priest dragged the stunned mage down the watchtower, and the other watchtowers all waved yellow pennants.

The commander of the First Legion was a middle-aged man, with a stubbled beard that could not tell his age, with a soldier's characteristic fortitude on his face, and a long scar behind his right ear, which was a memorial left to him by a female orc in the orc war.

"The Knights and Mages are all killed?" I don't know if it's because of the scar, as long as the legion commander is angry, his right ear and right cheek will shake unnaturally, and the corners of his mouth will be pulled one by one, making people think he is baring his teeth.

"In the case of low-altitude flight, the lethality range of the "Holy Light I Cannon" is four yards, covered by two rounds of fire, and there will not be any living people there. Demytia's face always carried a sense of sacredness that was not angry and self-assured, and she explained to the commander word by word, afraid that the corps commander would not understand, Demytia said again: "A flying squadron is divided into three waves, two are responsible for covering the fire to destroy your cavalry, and one is responsible for pulling out your mage watchtower, and they succeeded, that's it, the knights and mages have been judged dead, your fortress is on fire, I think this is what you should be worried about." ”

The small orange flags were planted one by one by the young men dressed as priests on the walled city, and in a short time, the walled city was flooded with orange. The Legion Commander hadn't even come to his senses about this novel way of warfare, and before he even saw the appearance of those flying machines, his cavalry and mage towers had already been wiped out, which was simply impossible!

Without waiting for the Legion Commander to give the order to put out the fire, a golden light bullet whistled and hit the golden light mask on his body, and the Legion Commander watched in a daze as the light bullet in front of him merged into the light mask in a burst of rising ripples, and the voice of the nasty priest came to his ears again.

"You are dead, Legion Commander."