Anyway, every soldier of the alliance felt that it was magical, because Mao was on that warp line, the descending Burning Legion spacecraft had to fly those destined trajectories.

When the discussion failed, the reason could only be classified as Duke's powerful god who controls space magic.

Duke was a little miserable, and he didn't know what to use to explain this.

This involves a complete set of laws of physics, and in fact, even Duke himself doesn't understand it.

God, the system elves have calculated all this for him.

When Duke turned the system's calculation results into trajectories and projected them onto the big screens of the Alliance's various theater commands, the crowd was in a stir.

"Wow! This is really..."

“It’s so accurate.”

Even though Duke has added so much black technology to Azeroth, it is not easy to build an ambush circle. Especially the ambush circle cannot be too big, otherwise, according to the communication capabilities of this era, it is likely that one will be lost.

No one can guarantee that all kinds of communications can be convenient when they arrive on the battlefield. Any ambush circle with an area of ​​more than ten kilometers in diameter will easily cause accidents.

On the other hand, limiting the enemy's landing range is also a super technical job.

This is something that is beyond the ordinary.

Duke can do the whole world.

No demon in the Burning Legion predicted that there were still hundreds of flying turrets in the stratosphere of Azeroth.

These turrets are often not large. Dozens of cannons are placed on circular stones with a diameter of about one hundred meters. Among them, except for one magic cannon similar to the main gun of Dalaran twenty years ago, the rest are all anti-aircraft artillery.

This makes these turrets look more like a hedgehog.

The new magic cannons created by the Audull craftsmanship are all operated by Duke using a system.

This is how Duke played the "Hundred Hands God of Death" tactic back then.

It is an enhanced version of 'One person is an army'.

The Allies on the ground looked at the scene of the sky as if half of the doomsday. It was countless star destroyers who forced themselves into the atmosphere and pulled out a long line of fire in the sky that looked like a comet falling to the ground.

It looks like a meteor, but it is not the case at all.

Just as everyone was silently waiting for the "comet" to fall to the ground, a dazzling purple-blue light lit up in the sky. At first, there were purple spots of light, and then each spot burst out with a glory like a star.

When the brightness of the light spot reaches its maximum, clusters of light clusters flying upwards against the "Meteor Shower" appear.

"So beautiful!" At the command center, Sally Whiteman sighed.

The light clusters that went against the sky were straight. Unexpectedly, the winding and huge arcs of flying warships became the moths that were rushing to the fire. It seemed that they had hit the purple light cannons themselves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the night sky, countless dazzling fires lit up.

The huge meteor suddenly split into pieces in the sky, turning into more scattered and dazzling fragments.

From a distance, it looks like a fireworks show.

But everyone knows what this means.

I still remember the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde six years ago. The shells of the Alliance warship exploded the old flying warships of the Horde. The thick warship parts were still like this, turning into petals scattered in the rainstorm.

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

Anyone with some common sense knows that the further the distance, the greater the error.

Maybe the hand shaking on the turret is shaking, and the error is one millimeter. When the shell finally flew ten kilometers away, the landing point will have an error of more than one hundred meters.

Only the commander of the alliance who is not a true god but is better than the true god can do this kind of sniper.

In the various command centers, the soldiers of the alliance were in full joy.

"Long live the alliance!"

"Long live Lord Marcus!"

In fact, as long as Duke wants, he can even destroy all these 112 legion warships in the atmosphere.

He didn't do that.

This is not his own war, this is the war of all intelligent creatures in Azeroth.

If he could withstand this war alone, he wouldn't mind that everyone in the alliance would be a salted fish who could only shout 666.

Unfortunately, Kiljadan will come and Sargeras will come. This time there will be no anti-Titan magic circles to suppress their strength.

When he, the strong men who entered the divine realm, resisted the strongest men in the legion, it was the moment when mortals took on the heavy responsibility of defense.

With the rapid development of technology today, 5 years have become a generation of soldiers.

Many veterans who have had practical experience have become non-commissioned officers or even generals. Those who are about to fight on the front line are new recruits with no practical experience.

The real actual combat is completely different from Duke asking Erida Gemini to pull a group of captured demons to simulate the war.

New recruits always have to grow up in the trial of blood and fire.

How to spend a smaller price to make the recruits grow is a responsibility that every commander must complete if he wants to break the head.

Duke left about one star destroyer and more than forty assault ships for each landing point.

"Boom!"

The assault ship landed forcibly and plowed a long and trench-like deep trenches on the fields in the western wilderness.

The Star Destroyer was even more anti-birth, and he directly "killed" the stars without even taking into account the lives of the crew inside. He did not slow down at all, and he inserted it into the ground. The huge bow of the ship, which was more than two hundred meters long, was completely buried in the ground, leaving only a strange light ball emitting green fluctuations on the ship, which kept flashing.

Within half a minute, the green light ball suddenly expanded and turned into a three-story portal. Blue-skinned demon guards holding giant axes began to rush out one after another.

This scene was seen by the magical eye that had long been arranged near the pre-determined ambush circle.

In the western wilderness, Marshal Grian Antosman raised his hand in the death mine command center under Yuexi Town.

One minute later, the league's counterattack arrived.

Not only are there routine artillery fire scrubbing, but there are also hundreds of flying turrets in the sky. These turrets have completely different mechanisms from Alliance warships. They are more like hedgehogs that attract firepower. They not only have magic cannons and conventional cannons, but also extremely thick armor. Alloy armor with a thickness of more than one meter is wrapped outside granite, adding a bit of hardness.

When the cannons broke up the array of demon soldiers, densely packed machine creations began to surround them.

In addition to the standard tracked tanks and self-propelled cannons, there are also mechanical beasts equipped with heavy armor, such as lion-type and spider-type. They move flexibly and freely, like real creatures. From a distance, they look like a metal marching ant colony that is about to swallow everything up.

This is the perfect combination of the Auduel Mechanical Legion, the Alliance Tank Force, and the long-range artillery.
Chapter completed!