Kalimdor Continent, Palace of Eternal Night.

In the early morning, the breeze is sultry, the cool drizzle of rain is falling on the Black Coast, everything is so...

Rumble!

A section of the walls of the assembly hall was blasted open from the inside out, and rubble was scattered all over the ground.

Boss Hu stumbled out of the gap, followed closely by a giant snail.

"Tell Shao Hao, I don't like this diplomatic gift of theirs, what a bullshit Pandalian specialty! Send this thing back to me immediately! Help! He wants to kill Lao Tzu!"

Native to the islands off the coast of the Praying Mantis Plateau, the giant snail is a terrifying creature.

Devouring heaven and earth is not a joke, since the Shaohao Dynasty gave one to the Dark Night Empire as a diplomatic gift after re-entering the world, this snail stared at Boss Hu and slammed it, and did not stay in the rare zoo in the Eternal Night Palace at all.

Boss Hu unfortunately encountered it once, and was slapped head-on by this snail, it was so refreshing, and the divine power up and down his body fluctuated violently, if he hadn't opened the infinite life modifier, Boss Hu would have been killed on the spot.

Brother Snail saw that the creature in front of him had resisted his own death, and he immediately went up, no one cared, so he stared at Boss Hu and slammed it, and it was not over if he didn't die.

You panda people have this cruel thing, what did you hide back then! Just release a batch and let them go all the way in the direction of the Well of Eternity, won't it be over!

An innocent little squirrel passing by suffered, just between Boss Hu and the snail, and before the Black Coast squirrel could react, Brother Snail ran over him, and the little squirrel died on the spot.

"Help!

The next moment, Boss Hu's little pet baby Wagri... Oh no, the adult Lightcast Wagri suddenly appeared, and led a resurrection of the dead with great skill, and the little squirrel who died on the spot stood up again, turned into an undead battle squirrel, and began to pursue the Pandaria snail in front of him, wanting to take revenge, and the scene was chaotic and lively.

Rukma, who was sleeping at the top of the assembly hall, opened her bird's eyes and looked down, then ignored it, closed her eyes again, and continued to squint.

The owner of that neurotic titan got sick early in the morning, and the idle egg hurts.

On the Eastern Kingdom continent, in a forest in the northern part of the Kingdom of Gilneys.

Dozens of walking mechanical spider tanks are shrinking their massive encirclement as hard as an iron bucket, and the turrets of the Titan Energy Cannon on the spider's back are constantly turning, locking onto the target in front of them and blasting them into flying ashes.

The elven soldiers of the Night Frontier Guard followed behind the Spider Walking Tanks, relying on the steel bodies of these war machines as cover, and used their energy rifles to deliver long-range fire on the enemy.

This is also an effective and secure tactic, the runic armor of the Spider Walking Tank is supported by energy crystals, which can not only block the attack of arrows, but also block the enemy's magical ranged attacks for the infantry, which is extremely important in the world of Azeroth, where spells exist, and magic attacks are a large proportion of the army's casualties.

The wild werewolves originally adopted a fierce and fearless fighting style, rushing up in groups to block the muzzle of the gun and send them to death, lining up to be shot, but as the encirclement gradually shrank, Verinde* Xingge, who was controlled by the luna scythe, also found that such a savage and direct crowd tactic had no effect, and it was a completely meaningless suicide action.

As a result, the wild werewolves began to fully switch to defensive and guerrilla warfare, and they began to rely on their agility and familiarity with the terrain of this forest to desperately block the advance of the Night Elf army.

But this is still useless work, and if this is still the era of cold weapon warfare, then maybe the fangs and claws of the wild werewolves will do a good job.

This behavior did greatly slow down the elves' offensive, and it was also the reason why the elves asked for reinforcements from the country.

If we continue to rush forward, the number of casualties will inevitably remain high.

So after seeing that the werewolves began to fully defend themselves, the Night Border Guards also made a new countermeasure: when the reinforcements arrived, they began to destroy the forest.

Aren't you relying on the trees of the forest to hide and fight guerrillas? Yes, then they will all blow up, and see where you are still hiding.

Again, if it had been put in the past, the elves would rather make a slower progress, or even a temporary truce, than take such extreme actions as destroying the forest.

After all, elves and forests, these two names have always been closely linked, and their hometown is a super tree.

And now ... Oops, it doesn't matter!

Isn't it just a forest, as long as the biological races like the Ancestor Thorn Beast and the Forest Spirit have not been extinct from the territory of the empire, then there will be more or less such things as forests.

So the elven army began to wait, and they did not wait long.

The mercenaries of the Black Sol Chaebol arrived, and the goblins' tin tricycles made a screeching engine noise, spitting black smoke and leaping from the ship, heading straight for the encirclement of the Night Border Guards.

Then, the war-mad goblin mercenaries silently pulled out their arcane flamethrowers and began their arson operation in a frenzy.

The Goblin Spitter is like a mage master who specializes in flames, and they carry two tubular steel devices behind them, each inlaid with a large arcane energy crystal, which transforms their own energy through the pre-set method inside the crystal, and then spews out slender flame dragons through the special iron pipe in their hands.

The goblin mercenaries of the Heso chaebol are not at all interested in ordinary methods of warfare, and it is not interesting to shoot each other with swords or muskets.

Only for flamethrowers, for arson and explosions, the goblins burst out with great enthusiasm, not only the flamethrower pipe in their hands, but also a circle of high-explosive incendiary bombs hanging from their waists.

The goblin mercenaries wore either gas masks or black goggles on their faces, and a breathing apparatus for filtering air was firmly attached to their nose and mouth, and the masks were painted by the goblins with their favorite personal motifs.

The most popular motif is a red grinning goblin skull.

So whoever says goblins can't fight, they are also terrible warriors, and with the help of the core trait of goblin engineering: explosions, goblin soldiers can exert extraordinary combat effectiveness, especially special operations.

"Ahh

The arsonists raised the flamethrower in their hands, constantly waving it left and right, and slowly advanced in a line, controlling the fire wall composed of countless fire dragons to invade everywhere.

Hide from the wall of fire!

The forest began to burn, and looking down from the sky, a wall of fire washed over the sand like a wave, and it would never recede, constantly eating away at everything in front of it.

Smoke billowed everywhere and violently burning trees everywhere.

In this state and environment, don't say anything about hiding and fighting guerrillas, if you stay for more than a few minutes, you will have to be properly choked to death, and if you don't choke to death, you will be burned to death.

The Goblins' Burning Plains Offensive was a perfect success.