While Tyrion was conquering the world with the Dark Blade Army, in the world of Draenor, which served as the base camp for the rear, the transformation of the Black Temple of the Floating Fortress never stopped.
In the Draenor War a few years ago, in the face of demon attacks, the original version of the Black Temple was completely unable to fulfill the role of the aerial fortress that Tyrion had imagined. After it was even infiltrated by a Dreadlord, with the extreme numbers of both sides
In comparison, the city's magic core was easily destroyed.
Of course, at that time, the Dark Blade Legion was just being built, and it lacked enough magical power and skilled engineers internally. Therefore, Tyrion's transformation of the Dark Temple remained on paper plans, and after the establishment of the Black Iron Business District
, as Azeroth engineering started and flourished here, the Dark Blade Legion finally had sufficient technical reserves.
Probably after the Kingdom of Stormwind changed its political system, many selected engineering technicians were sent to Draenor. Of course, the engineering transformation could only be the weapons and engineering power propulsion system of the Dark Temple. For this kind of hanging city, the real
The core transformation technology comes from the Draenei spaceship that was eventually completely dismantled...the ecological ship.
That spaceship previously existed as a storage place for the Seed of Life, but after Tyrion took the risk of bringing the Seed of Life into Azeroth in order to destroy Quel'Thalas, it had been soaked in water for several times.
The eco-ship had lost its usefulness in 1999. Under the leadership of Master Craftsman Overback, who was rumored to have been mysteriously missing for a year, the dwarf technicians finally dismantled the ship with the help of a large number of golems.
But unfortunately, the flying technology of the Draenei is actually more similar to the mysterious power of magic than engineering, so the subsequent transformation plan was handed over to the Archlich Khadgar... until the Archlich died.
At that moment, Delaney Technology's reverse restoration was only less than 50% complete.
In other words, Tyrion just roughly transferred the energy system of the eco-ship to the Dark Temple to ensure that the city can carry out ultra-long-distance teleportation and have enough energy shields for mortal warfare.
This has to be said to be a pity, but for the undead, time is meaningless. One day, the lost space technology of the draenei will be cracked, and on that day, the Dark Blade Legion will leave the earth and march forward.
The day of the stars.
Yes, you don’t really think that Tyrion will only flop on the ground in his life, right? As one of the most powerful creatures in Azeroth, he should long for the stars, and he should also set foot in them. Of course
, before that, this land must realize his plan first...
That era of change that will last for thousands of years...
"What is that!"
The human emperor who chopped down a death knight with one sword felt the strange aura lingering in the night sky above his head, but when he raised his head, he saw the giant city floating in the sky, the ominous black, which was darker than the night sky.
The darker shadow itself is heavier, and under that shadow, most of the battlefield is shrouded in it.
This caused an unexpected chill to rise in the emperor's heart. The Dark Blade Legion's trump cards were almost endless, which made the human empire that stood on their opposite side extremely painful.
But now is not the time to think about this. In the eyes of the emperor and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, beneath the flat city that hung high in the sky and was as huge as a hill, those black metal plates followed some weird patterns.
After the rules were opened outward, what appeared in the night sky was an arc shining with mottled and pale light, like a large lit searchlight.
"Its target is the city! Back to defense, back to defense!"
On the battlefield on the other side, the great knight Mograine, whose whole body was covered with scorching light, waved his arms crazily in the direction of the city. No one knew how this thing would destroy the barrier of Whispering Port, but unless
Tyrion went crazy and planned to bury the entire city at once, so the undead would still have to send ground troops.
As a commander who has experienced hundreds of battles, this is the first thought that comes to Mograine's mind.
But before his adjutant, Fairbanks, had time to mount his horse, the attack on the floating city above the battlefield had already begun.
Enveloped in the ring-shaped light curtain below the city, the bottom of the huge city was cracked vertically and horizontally like a chessboard. Between the collision of engineering gears full of technology and the flipping of the transmission shaft, hundreds of dark, steel-made
The portal rapid-fire cannon slowly adjusted its direction. If humans had seen the "Backfire" heavy cannon used by Tyrion, then they would definitely be familiar with this weird-looking rapid-fire cannon.
These rapid-fire cannons with three coupling sections and each barrel rotating relatively are a downgraded version of the "Backfire" heavy artillery production idea. They no longer use energy to drive and are loaded with armor-piercing or high-explosive bombs. This is the madness of the black iron business district.
The most classic masterpiece of engineers, of course, it is the best of this era, but it is still some distance away from the perfect firearm in Tyrion's heart.
The scene of nearly 400 rapid-fire cannons firing simultaneously from the sky is shocking. It is a "gorgeous" and cruel scene that people in this era and this world have never seen. It is like meteors and meteorites falling from the sky, with a pale and ominous light.
, completely lighting up the cold night sky, those fully loaded high-explosive bombs roared down from the sky, and the mixed sound was like the neighing of thousands of beasts.
The moment these shells and cannons hit the purple shield above Whispering Harbor, the eyes of everyone on the battlefield were filled with a burst of pale light, which was hot, full of lethality, and like the end of the world.
The explosion, the smoke that instantly spread across the battlefield, and the strange clouds produced by the extreme compression of the air after the explosion.
Even in the dark night, the devil-like clouds can be seen clearly, as if the entire Whispering Harbor was completely lit up at this moment, and a moment after the first light extinguished slightly, the second
Two rays of light, like the judgment of the gods, came again, followed by the familiar explosion, the familiar searing heat, and the roar of the storm and flames that overwhelmed everything.
It's like announcing to the world...the age of steel and fire has arrived.
The screams of the people in the city's magic shield were covered by roaring explosions. When hundreds of shells exploded in a short period of time, the air in the entire city seemed to be swept away, and many people felt
At the point of suffocation, after dozens of long seconds, the air returned to the city again, but every breath was like inhaling a ball of ignited confetti.
That kind of burning but not fatal pain... almost instantly shattered the will of most people. When they raised their heads in the black smoke, the solid purple shield above their heads had disappeared.
The super-large shield that the famous mage gathered by extracting the magic power from the underground, the shield that can resist the bombardment of battlefield artillery head-on, was completely transformed into two roars of this war weapon transformed from the originally inconspicuous engineering.
nothingness.
Those mages who had suffered the backflow of magic power because their magic guidance was forcibly suspended lay weakly on the ruins beneath them. Many of them had their hearts shattered in the second artillery attack. The remaining ones,
I stared blankly at the pale halo in the sky that looked like the gate to hell, at the black smoke flying in the air and the ignited debris, like pale snowflakes.
For those mages who can still think, tonight is destined to be a painful moment... Tonight, the argument that magic is invincible was brutally torn to pieces by the Dark Blade Legion. Engineering, which has never been recognized by the proud mages, used two
The earth-shaking roar shattered all their pride. It was like the most straightforward ridicule, and like an undisguised slap in the face, it was slapped hard on the faces of these mages.
Make them bruised and swollen, make them lose face, make them dumbfounded...Magic, magic can no longer protect them, and magic can no longer protect those they cherish.
"Fur..."
Amidst the smoke floating in the sky, Yrel held a black warhammer and wore her own unique Draenei-style armor. She stood on the top platform of the Dark Temple, looking at the city below that had completely lost its shelter.
She took a deep breath like a living person. She didn't feel anything, but she seemed to smell the smell of war.
"I like this atmosphere...Fortunately, I caught up with this final battle."
The Death Lord shook her tail that was protected by black steel. She put the helmet in her hand on her face, then looked back at the fully armed high-ranking knights behind her. She said angrily:
"The fire of the human empire is about to be extinguished, and His Majesty's great plan is about to be completed. The long war may be suspended for a moment, but I know that it is far from over. I have been cultivating for too long... That city and those fragile
The human race will be left to you."
"Now, I'm going to go to the battlefield to "activity"."
"Yes, Lord, we will "escort" these fragile lives to the evacuation point on the edge of the north coast according to the plan. In order to prevent being discovered by human scouts, we will temporarily cut off contact with the headquarters... In addition, I wish you a good fight
joy."
The El Knight nodded slightly. He was also wearing a special set of armor. He had already received the news that after the war, he would officially become a secondary lord and would command a battle group and join the Dark Blade against Kali.
In the great plan of the Mudor War, this can also be regarded as the Dark Blade Legion's reward for its service to the El Knights.
On several occasions, the high-ranking knight expressed his joy at the appointment with great restraint.
And now, he is about to participate in his last battle as a knight... He wants to transfer the entire human civilians stranded in Whispering Port to another place before the human defenders return to defense. This is also a population plunder.
The last step.
Yrel nodded to the El Knight, took a few steps forward, moved her wrists and shoulders, then jumped forward and jumped down!
Below her, there was a battlefield full of fighting. It was her favorite place.
After the Death Lord left, the El Knights quietly took a few steps forward. At the left tip of the platform, their aerial mounts were ready.
The high-ranking knight looked back at the hundreds of death knights behind him. They were of different races. There were orcs, draenei, humans, dwarves, and a small number of dwarves and elves, which almost included Ai.
Most races of Xerath.
The El Knight turned around and looked at the death knights behind him. He seemed to be brewing something. After a few seconds, the El Knight suddenly shook his head, took off the Dark Blade emblem from his chest, and put it in front of his eyes.
After taking a look, he said softly:
"This is a good place, it can give us strength, it can give us a future, it can also give us the meaning of existence..."
"But unfortunately, my memories, those emotions... they are telling me that I don't belong here."
"Buzz"
The mottled Dark Blade emblem in his hand was corroded bit by bit in the beating dark red energy. He raised his head, and a trace of relief after being suppressed for a long time flashed in his blue eyes. He said loudly:
"I made my choice, brothers... now it's your turn."
In front of Knight Al, there were nearly 800 death knights of different races, including high-level knights, lower-level knights, and even a strange high elf who did not belong to the dead. Under Al's gaze, these guys all looked at each other.
He pulled out the emblem on his chest, and just like Al, completely burned it in the death energy surging in his hand.
It's like a...weird ritual.
"very good."
Knight El nodded and glanced at the scene around the Dark Temple with a nostalgic look. Finally, he said softly:
