Anyway, every Alliance soldier thinks it's amazing, for Mao on that meridian, the descending Burning Legion spaceship has to fly those destined trajectories.

If the discussion fails, the reason can only be attributed to Duke being a powerful god who controls space magic or something.

Duke was a bit bitter, he didn't know what to explain this.

This involves a full set of laws of physics, which, in fact, even Duke himself does not understand.

God drip, the system elves have calculated it for him.

When Duke turned the calculation results of the system into a trajectory and projected it onto the big screen of the various theater headquarters of the alliance, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Wow! That's ......."

"That's accurate. ”

Rao is Duke who has added so many black technologies to Azeroth. It's not easy to create an ambush circle. In particular, the ambush circle must not be too large, otherwise according to the communication capabilities of this era, it is likely to take care of one or the other.

No one dares to guarantee that all kinds of communications will be flexible on the battlefield. Any ambush circle with an area of more than 10 kilometers in diameter is prone to accidents.

In turn, to limit the enemy's landing range, this is also a super technical job.

It's something out of the ordinary.

In the whole world, only Duke can do it.

None of the demons of the Burning Legion expected that there would still be hundreds of flying turrets in the stratosphere of Azeroth.

These batteries tend not to be very large. Dozens of artillery pieces were placed on a round stone, about 100 meters in diameter. Except for a magic cannon similar to the main cannon of Dalaran twenty years ago, the rest were all anti-aircraft guns.

This makes these turrets look more like a hedgehog.

The new magic cannon, crafted through the Ulduar process, is all controlled by Duke with a system.

This is how Duke played the 'Hundred Hands Reaper' tactic back then.

It's an enhanced version of 'one man is an army'.

The allies on the ground looked at the scene in the sky that seemed to be half of the end of the world, that is, countless Star Destroyers forced their way into the atmosphere, and pulled out in the sky like a long line of fire like a comet falling to the ground.

It looks like a shooting star, but it's not like that at all.

While everyone was silently waiting for the 'comet' to fall to the ground, the sky lit up with a dazzling violet-blue light, at first it was a purple point of light, and then each point of light bloomed with a brilliance like a star.

When the brightness of the light point reaches its maximum, clusters of light that fly diagonally upwards against the 'meteor shower' appear.

"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Sally Whitemayne at Command.

Those clusters of light that went up against the sky were straight, but I didn't expect that those flying battleships that were twisting and stretching out huge arcs became moths that put out the fire. It looked like they had crashed headlong into the purple cannons.

"Bang! bang!"

In the night sky, countless dazzling fires lit up.

The huge meteor suddenly split apart in the sky, turning into even more scattered and brilliant fragments.

From a distance, it looks like a fireworks display.

But everybody knows what that means.

I still remember the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde six years ago, when the cannonballs of the Alliance warships burst the old flying warships of the Tribes, and the thick parts of the battleships were still like this moment, turning into petals scattered in the rainstorm.

The only difference is that the battle takes place at a much more unimaginable height.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the farther the distance, the greater the error.

It is possible that the hands on the turret are shaking, and the error is so much that when the shell finally flies to a distance of 10 kilometers, the landing point will be more than 100 meters.

This kind of unimaginable sniping can only be done by the Alliance Commander who is not a true god, but is better than a true god.

In the various command headquarters, the alliance soldiers were jubilant.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Master Marcus!"

In fact, as long as Duke wanted to, he could even wipe out all of the 1,128 Legion ships in the atmosphere.

He didn't do that.

This is not his war alone, it is a war of intelligent beings of all Azeroth.

If he can afford this war alone, he doesn't mind that the Alliance people are all salted fish who can only shout 666 next to him.

It's a pity that no, Kil'Gardan will come, Sargeras will come. This time, there is no longer an anti-Titan Circle to suppress their strength.

When he, the strong men who stepped into the divine realm, resisted the strongest of the legions, it was the moment when mortals took on the heavy responsibility of defense.

In today's rapid development of science and technology, 5 years is already a generation of soldiers.

Many veterans who have had actual combat experience have become non-commissioned officers and even generals. The ones who are going to really fight on the front line are the recruits who have little actual combat experience.

The real combat is completely different from Duke having Ereda Twins pull a group of captured demons to simulate the battle.

Recruits always have to be tested by blood and fire to grow.

How to make recruits grow at a lower cost is the responsibility of every commander who wants to break his head.

Duke left about 10 Star Destroyers and more than 40 assault ships at each landing site.

"Boom!"

The assault ship forced its way to landing, plowed a long trench-like deep trench in the fields of the western wilderness.

The Star Destroyer is even more anti-biological, without any regard for the lives of the crew inside, and directly 'destroys' the star. Without slowing down at all, it slammed into the ground, and the huge bow of the ship, which was more than two hundred meters long, was completely submerged in the earth, leaving only a strange ball of light emitting green fluctuations on the hull, which kept flickering.

In less than half a minute, the green ball of light expanded, turning into a three-story portal, and blue-skinned demon guards armed with giant axes began to rush out.

This scene was peeped into by the Magic Eye, which had been arranged near the predetermined ambush circle for a long time.

In the Wild West, Marshal Grian Antosman raises his hand at the headquarters of the Death Mine beneath the town of Mooncreek.

A minute later, the league's counterattack arrived.

Not only were there routine artillery fire to wash the floor, but there were also hundreds of flying batteries in the sky. These batteries have a very different mechanism from Alliance ships. They are more like hedgehogs that attract firepower from demons, with not only magic cannons and conventional guns, but also extremely heavy armor. Alloy armor with a thickness of more than one meter is wrapped around the granite, adding a bit of hardness.

When the artillery broke up the array of demon soldiers, a dense network of machine creations began to surround them.

In addition to the standard tracked tanks and self-propelled guns, heavily armored automatons such as lions and spiders have appeared, which move with agility and freedom like real creatures, and from a distance, they look like a colony of metal marching ants about to devour everything.

This is the perfect combination of the Ulduar Mechs with the Union tank units and long-range artillery.

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