In his heart, Zera scolded Turalyon countless times.
Is this what you call the Ai Xing natives!?
Zella's arrogance comes from high technology.
The advanced races in the universe always have a fascination with superiority over the 'uncivilized' primitive races that have not yet escaped the shackles of the planet and cannot conduct space navigation.
They may randomly capture lower-race creatures for dissection, research, and attempt to tame them, or they may transform them according to their own needs and give them [flesh and flesh], [mechanical ascension], and so on.
For example, turning Turalyon into a lightcaster, in Zera's opinion, it is likely that this is a gift.
Yes, I gave a savage creature wisdom and strength.
Thank me, stupid human!
Perhaps Zeira had this condescending mentality before.
But what now?
Aboriginal?
What nonsense!
Is the thousand-meter giant ship suspended in mid-air next to it a balloon?
Even if Zeira didn't recognize that the thousand-meter-long giant ship [Richelieu] hovering in front of her battleship was using some kind of modified or beggar's version of the [warp engine], this did not prevent her from calculating it by estimating the weight of the battleship.
Approximate power of the engine.
With an engine like this, replacing it with a lighter weight aircraft will definitely be able to break through the constraints of the planet's gravity.
This means that the humans of Azeroth are not an uncivilized inferior race, but a top race with interstellar technological capabilities and powerful individual combat capabilities.
If there is only one of the two, he will still be beaten by the Burning Legion. Zella has seen too many unscientific races in this universe that were wiped out by demons.
The alliance has both, so it's not her turn to look down on others.
It’s not necessarily clear who is looking down on whom.
Zela said loudly: "Okay! The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion have come all the way, and they are actually a little tired. If you are not in a hurry, then so be it."
Rivendell nodded: "Don't worry, we have an overwhelming advantage over the Burning Legion for the time being. If Sargeras himself doesn't appear for a day, this situation will not change much."
"What if... Sargeras is resurrected?"
Rivendell smiled mysteriously: "The goddess of fate has already marked the price on each of her gifts. Obviously, the Alliance happens to be the one who can afford the price."
Turalyon's heart skipped a beat. It was certainly a good thing that the Alliance had the confidence to defeat the Burning Legion. But he felt that it was a bit redundant to bring back the Legion of Light!
Under the guidance of the airship, the spaceship of the Holy Light Legion came to a floating island belonging to the wind element.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once you look at it, you will find that the entire floating island has been built according to the standards of a space airport.
There are huge grids in the shape of a tic-tac-toe, and each grid is filled with almost liquid wind element energy. The spaceship descends as if it were falling into a lake.
Unlike lake water, there is no need to adjust the 'water level' in the grid, because the wind element will adapt itself to the volume and weight of the spaceship, ensuring that its center position is within the alignment range of the gangway.
After a large number of lightcast draenei disembarked, they were surprised to find that in the rest area of the airport, all chairs and tables were height-adjustable and could be adapted to the body shape at will.
They were surprised to find that in addition to the guards, even the waiters were a mix of races, including not only humans, elves, and dwarves, but also their fellow draenei.
This inexplicable sense of intimacy surprised the Lightcasters. After asking, they learned that the Alliance had given the wandering Draenei a large territory. Now nearly 800,000 Draenei compatriots live in Feralas.
After joining the alliance, the number of draenei births surged by 100,000, which is undoubtedly a symbol of a good life.
Turalyon was a little uneasy, and he chatted with Rivendell about the current situation of the alliance. Rivendell also inquired about the Legion of Light without leaving any trace.
Both sides were somewhat frightened by the other.
Of course, when it comes to things like being frightened, there is no doubt that one side is big and the other is small.
Zeira rarely interrupted during the whole process, and no one could figure out what the Mother of Light was thinking.
At night, after dinner, news finally came that the emperor was free to meet them. But when he took the Holy Light Legion's boat to the main island of the Wind God's Throne where McDonald was, Zella tilted her head: "
Huh?"
What she focused her eyes on was an Alliance flying destroyer flying away from the island from another direction.
"What?" Turalyon asked.
"A nasty smell."
Instead, Rivendell spoke upright: "Oh, that person is probably the Great Mage Umbric, the representative of the void elves. Not long before you arrived, these elves who were studying the power of the void also returned to Eze under the guidance of fate.
Lars, intends to join the great cause of fighting against the Burning Legion. I have always emphasized that the Alliance is a multi-racial and multi-national coalition. As long as you love peace and are willing to fight against evil organizations such as the Burning Legion, it does not matter what strength you use or what your origins are.
important."
The Alliance's all-inclusive policy is much better than the Holy Light Legion's extreme "only the Holy Light is supreme" policy.
Turalyon fell silent and couldn't help but glance at Zera secretly.
Zella said nothing.
Along the way, the atmosphere couldn't be considered good, at least it wasn't too bad.
However, upon entering McDonald's temporary palace, Turalyon was shocked again.
Rather than saying this is a palace, it is better to say that this is a cliff-like high platform. From the high-tech elevator that uses anti-gravity technology to lift visitors up, when you come to this open high platform, you can clearly see the vast space left by the high platform.
.
That was reserved for the two elemental lords, Sunderland and Neptulon.
As the lords of elemental creatures, these two are naturally huge in size. Even though the platform is seven stories high, standing next to them, these two people still only reach their chests.
Even if the two elemental lords deliberately restrain the elemental fluctuations on their bodies, they can still see the overflowing wind and water elements from time to time washing away the magic protective array on the high platform like a stormy wave crashing on the shore.
Obviously, the magic circle of this strength is purely to prevent these free elements from blowing away the things on the high platform, rather than to prevent the elemental lord from assassinating or anything like that.
Zera noticed that there were two huge open spaces next to the high platform. The residual elemental energy there represented that two elemental lords had visited this place before.
Zella suddenly felt bitter in her heart, which meant that this little human did not bring the elemental lord specifically to demonstrate to her. It was just a convenience...
"Welcome, Your Excellency Zera, the Mother of Holy Light! Welcome, my old friend Turalyon. I am really happy to see that you are still in good health." When McDonald said the first half of his sentence, it was purely formulaic.
He sat motionless on the throne. When he greeted Turalyon, he stepped down from the throne and gave the gray-haired Turalyon a hug.
Zella... It's a bit uncomfortable. I still have to speak on the stage, and speak in standard human common language.
"Hello! Your Excellency Stratholme, leader of the Alliance. We, the Holy Light Legion, have crossed the void to defeat the Burning Legion."
