"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Under the eternal sun, fifteen straight white marks with a piercing screech slashed across the clouds in the sky.

In this vast sea of clouds thousands of meters above Dragon Roar City, fifteen long white lines were like sailboats shuttling in the waves, with an unparalleled momentum.

Holy and pure, primordial light shrouded around the body of one of the original five paladins, Tirio Fortin, the high-ranking of the Silver Head Legion.

"Your Excellency, your bright Pegasus is indeed worthy of its title of 'the fastest mount in the air'."

This faint layer of holy light, under the control of this powerful paladin, easily blocked the oncoming fierce hurricane that exceeded the speed of sound when flying on a flying horse.

"Not even the strongest griffin knight among the Hammer Dwarves could reach such speed in the air!"

"Your Excellency the General has praised it falsely."

"It is my honor to participate in this operation, and this is a little help that the Holy Araso Empire can do."

As a close confidant sent by His Majesty the Emperor, our old friend Andre led 5 Silver Median Trial Paladins to personally participate in this operation, he said unhurriedly and calmly.

The Bright Pegasus they sat on was the one that Cullen had ridden, and had been cultivated by special means to cast a pair of flying mounts with wide Holy Power wings from the specially made Holy Power Crystals on their bodies.

However, over the years, according to the Empire's further research and improvement of this mount, several different types of Pegasus mount groups have been developed according to the different needs of each flying field, such as the "Heavy-duty", "Durable" and the "Speed" with slender horses.

These mounts are naturally extremely rare for Tyrio and other alliance members, but for a strong man like Andre at the top of the empire, they can be seen too much, and the members of the Emperor's Guard in Alaso City are really nothing.

"It's horrible! According to my calculations, our speed is close to three times the speed of sound, which is the speed of a Hero-rank warrior wielding his weapon with all his might! ”

The red-haired mage Ronin exclaimed as he rode a flying horse as he and his wife, Winlessa's Pegasus flew side by side in the sky.

After retraining the "Violet Meditation Method", his simple spiritual power was transformed into spiritual telekinesis, which was connecting the superficial thinking of every team member at this time, so the members of these decapitation teams were able to have a smooth conversation through Luo Ning's spiritual telepathic channel in this supersonic flight environment.

"Really, Ronin? I can't shoot arrows of this speed until I advance to the hero rank! ”

Flying side by side beside Roland, Winlesa Windranger exclaimed in the same amazement.

The low-level storm protection enchanted by the High Elf Ranger suit on her body wrapped her and Luo Ning together, and inadvertently, the hands of the newlyweds were held together again.

Behind them, Uther, the "leftover knight", clenched the "hammer of judgment", the green tendons on his arms bulged high, and his eyes were not kind to the pair of dog men and women who showed affection again, thinking about whether he would smash one hammer or two hammers in a row.

"Very good, we have enough run-in now."

A thick, magnetic voice sounded in the minds of everyone in the decapitation commando, interrupting the possible tragedy that followed.

In the run-in training that began after Roland's arrival, they had been training for 3 days in a temporary training ground that simulated the terrain in Dragon Roar City, and today's assault flight training was the last of all training.

"Everyone have a good night's rest today, after 7 days of fighting, countless alliance warriors have paid with their lives under Dragon Roar City."

As he said, in order to create an opportunity for them to attack and raid, in just 7 days, the alliance has dropped nearly 100,000 corpses under Dragon Roar City, and close to double-digit hero-rank powerhouses have died on the city wall. The Coalition has already paid an incomparably high price for the implementation of this beheading operation.

"And now, we are ready, and it's time for us to end this war."

Dressed in a low-key black iron chain mail, Anduin Lothar, the commander of the Alliance, turned sideways on the Pegasus with the burly body of his iconic weapon, the Great Royal Sword, and said solemnly to the crowd.

"Tomorrow, I decided to start tomorrow at noon!"

"Everyone, fight!"

"For Azeroth!"

Led by Lothar, the only legendary warrior in the Alliance, the fourteen Heroic Rank Elite Spellcasters, Rangers, and Paladins were all well aware of the bloody and tragic battle between the Alliance and the Horde on the battlefield under the clouds they were flying at this time.

Including the "outsider" Count Andre, all the team members also became serious and responded in unison.

"Yes, Commander!"

"For Azeroth!"

After that, I saw Lothar's hands pull up the reins that controlled Pegasus, and under his control, the hooves of Pegasus under his crotch began to flash with azure wind element light, just like the ground suddenly appeared in the sky, and the vigorous horse's hooves turned and kicked several steps in the illusory ground in the air, almost turning into a sharp turn of one hundred and eighty degrees in the way that the flying skills of countless fighters in the Messiah's previous life were forced to die! The wings of the Holy Force on both sides of the Pegasus flapped violently again, and Lothar turned into a galloping white line in the sky.

All the team members also followed Lothar, swirling the sea of clouds in the sky into a white wave visible to the naked eye, and followed Lothar back to the alliance camp.

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On the central coastline of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, it is only 200 kilometers away from the port of Minahir, one of the most developed ports in the Alliance.

A huge fleet of goblins, rusty water chaebols and orcs of the Frostwolf clan, docked at the shoreline.

There were about 60,000 women and children of the Dragon Roar clan, led by some elderly shamans, who boarded the wooden ships that docked one by one, and from time to time there were goblin explosions and thick smoke.

"Chief Draka, this is all our women and children, thank you for your assistance so that we can give it a go!"

An old orc shaman came to the flagship of the fleet and spoke to an orc chief of a female gender who was very rare in the entire tribe.

"Chief Shaman, Lord Crus, are you still unwilling to evacuate with us?"

Drakar asked, holding a shamanic banner, with some regret.

Behind her, a strong orc youth stood respectfully to the side.

"The chief shaman has always been unwilling to accept the defeat of the tribe."

"Over the years, although he has discovered a way to activate the 'Demon Souls'."

"But Lord Gul'dan died too soon, and we don't know exactly what will happen when this artifact is activated, and Lord Necruz wants to give it a go."

"Therefore, he asked us to go with you to the continent across the sea, which can be regarded as leaving a seed for the Dragon Roar Clan."

At this, the old orc shaman let out a long sigh and continued.

"Well, I hope there isn't a coalition of nations as powerful as the Alliance in that New World."

Hearing the old shaman's words, Draka, who was not optimistic about Necruz's way of fighting, also smiled bitterly, and subconsciously glanced at the orc youth behind him.

Her eyes were especially focused on the badge of the Holy Cross on the orc youth's chest that made her feel very glaring, representing the priesthood of glory.

"I'll do my best to lead the frostwolves and dragonroar orcs to multiply again, that's the only promise I can give you."

She made a solemn promise to the old orc shaman.

Seeing that the old orc nodded, revealing an extremely tired look, the female chief Draka willingly asked the young orc behind him to take the old shaman down to rest.

"My son, Sal."

"Take this compatriot to rest!"

The young orc named Thrall stepped forward with a smile on his face. He nodded at his mother.

"Yes, my mother!"

Then, he helped the old orc to walk towards the flagship's cabin.

On his body, not only did he not have the slightest wild temperament unique to the orc race, but there was a divine aura in his figure.

"Are the orcs who have accepted the Holy Cross faith really still tribal orcs?"

In the Imperial Counterattack, the wife of the Great Chief Adjutan, the new chief of the Frostwolf Clan, looked at his son, which was different from the appearance of any orc before, and thought worriedly.

But in the end, she didn't say anything, and her people faced countless dangers and tribulations as they crossed the endless sea.

The clan's shaman profession has withered, and she needs this divine power to heal wounds and soothe people's hearts.

Even if it was this force that destroyed the great cause of the orc invasion.

But, now, she has no choice······