Khadgar's heart suddenly rose to his throat: "Since the only thing the Burning Legion fears is the space protection circle, we must eliminate the scourge that caused everything as quickly as possible-the Tomb of Sargeras!"
"agree!"
"Agree!"
"That's how it should be!"
The leaders expressed their opinions one after another.
McDonald's eyes looked around, and after looking at each leader, he nodded: "I declare that the [Demon Slaying Plan] remains unchanged."
"clear!"
Everyone agreed and cut off the communication channels one by one.
However, King Wa approached Magni after the meeting and told him what he had discovered.
Magni smiled and stroked his diamond beard: "Hahaha! Varian, what leader doesn't show his trump card these days? It seems that there are not many kings or leaders who like to have their thoughts and trump cards written on their faces like you.
Already."
"..." King Wa was speechless. Magni was both his ally and his elder. The old dwarf taught him a lesson, but he really had nothing to say.
At this time, Bolvar interjected: "If McDonald introduces these strong reinforcements into the alliance, will it affect the pattern of the alliance?"
It is true that Bolvar is a good old man, but while he is consistent with the outside world, he is also a storm noble, and he must consider the gains and losses from the standpoint of his own country.
Magni's expression became serious: "Since the establishment of the alliance, we have experienced countless storms and waves. Many times, if McDonald did nothing, we would be finished. It was his efforts that created miracles.
There is today's alliance. We must first ensure that the great alliance of intelligent creatures in the world of Azeroth will not be defeated, then there will be an alliance, and finally we will consider our own interests."
"I understand! I am being shallow."
The entire alliance sounded a level one combat readiness alert.
The armies of various countries that had already completed their assembly immediately took action, flowing into the sea and gathering at major ports, preparing to sail to the center of the Endless Sea and fight towards the Tomb of Sargeras.
McDonald was in the northern port of Tirisfal Glades, on the high mountain where the historical Scarlet Monastery was. He was filled with emotion as he watched the scene on the calm sea that looked like a thousand boats racing.
Alleria next to him rubbed her eyebrows and smiled: "I really don't know why you are so skilled at saving the country and the world..."
Just as McDonald was about to speak, he suddenly thought of a joke:
Why do most of the boys in the Heavenly Kingdom on Earth know how to install systems and repair computers, but not girls?
Do you think boys are better at doing things?
Fart, it’s boys’ computers that are easily infected!
Ahem, that's too far off topic.
Ai Xing often gets into trouble. To put it bluntly, it's because Ai Xing is a hot commodity and everyone is greedy for it.
Who occupies this blessed land that can be called 'high martial arts'? Who will become the overlord of the multiverse in the future?
But, he is the man who stole the protagonist role model from the three tough men of Arthas, Varian, and Thrall.
Naturally, this important task of taking advantage of the situation belongs to McDonald Ken.
The Alliance is gathering with great fanfare, and this will certainly not fool the Burning Legion.
President Sa pretended to be dead on Aising, borrowed the power of the whirlpool of the Endless Sea to block the Alliance, and recruited a large number of subordinates from outside, in order to block the Alliance from heading to the Broken Shore.
To be precise, I don't want to get in front of him before he can hold back his ultimate move.
At this time, cannon fodder is needed.
The planet Azeroth's low-Earth orbit is currently covered by the space fleet of the Council of Galactic Order. In theory, it has reached the so-called watertight level.
Actually, this is not the case.
"Woo--Woo--"
Strange buzzing sound.
This was not airborne sound, but the metallic vibration produced when the continuous energy fluctuations generated by a large-scale space jump spread and hit the parliamentary forward ship.
At this time, many sand sculpture players had already transformed themselves and jumped into the parliament's fleet, acting as fleet commanders.
[The Night is Beautiful] Crazy complaints: "It's amazing that you can be resurrected, those demon dog coins are crazy."
Under normal circumstances, space jumping is a very prudent matter.
This requires the use of an ultra-long-distance reconnaissance system to determine the safety issues of the jump arrival area. If it is a "mere" meteorite of a hundred or dozens of tons, it will probably be forcibly smashed by the shield of the spaceship that jumps out. It will be larger.
The meteorite zone may cause the ship that has just come out of the space fold to suffer a disaster.
The exaggerated star battle has long since turned the area in front of the parliamentary fleet into a cemetery of spaceships, with countless fragments of legion battleships floating in the vast airspace.
However, the sick demon still chose to jump at a short distance. They almost reached the point in one step, jumping directly from a galaxy outside into the face of the parliamentary fleet.
This may be helpless, but more importantly it is madness.
After the demon commanders discovered that even with the most powerful [Explosive Star Magic Cannon], it was difficult to sink the Parliament's capital ship in long-distance conventional fire, they began to make more use of the numerical advantage of the ships to forcibly destroy the Parliament.
The fleet is pulled into the 'hand-to-hand combat' range of the ships - this kind of exchange of fire within 20,000 kilometers can maximize the advantages of the legion fleet.
This is why he made a sudden appearance after leaping.
crazy!
But it works!
Faced with a huge number of warships, no matter how well-trained the parliamentary fleet is and has experienced hundreds of battles, there will inevitably be fish that slip through the net.
Especially when the Burning Legion loaded a large number of Doom Guards with outer space combat capabilities into large missiles and fired them at them, this feeling of making mistakes while busy was even more obvious.
Mobile shield generators were projected out by the parliamentary ships, and translucent energy light shields immediately appeared in front of the battle line like continuous fish scales. The jet engines behind the shield generators started together, and the entire fish scale-like protection
The wall immediately moved forward, and the swooping 'Devil Missiles' had no time to dodge. Many of them hit the wall directly, and a continuous burst of fire appeared on the wall.
They turned the missile shells and their own bodies into the waste of the universe.
There are many strong ones among them, who use their exaggerated physical strength and evil energy shield to forcefully break through the wall.
They faced the drone's beam cannon and wielded their decapitating swords, destroying the shield generators one by one.
Under their desperate cover, one cluster, two clusters, three clusters... countless small Burning Legion landing ships drove in with weak shields, carrying high-energy shells like a heavy rain above their heads, and rushed in.
Ai star's atmosphere.
Without any circling movements, these approximately triangular-shaped landing ships fell from the sky at an almost straight angle of incidence, heading straight towards the hinterlands of the various continents of the Star.
This scene was naturally felt by the Alliance.
McDonald looked up at the 'falling stars' like a doomsday scroll, and coldly ordered: "Activate the [Skynet System]!"
Less than five minutes after he finished speaking, very unscientific floating islands were rising around the major cities in the alliance...
