Kil'jaeden has traveled across the universe for thousands of years, but he has never seen such a large-scale space fleet with such high technological capabilities.
That's right, the demons of the Burning Legion don't want money, they will die when they die.
Anyway, there are many ferocious races who want to join the legion, and the legion has countless cannon fodder.
The key is that Legion's space battleships are not endless.
Every spaceship requires Morge craftsmen and their younger brothers to work on it, which takes time and effort. The legion spaceships currently put out for show are all accumulated through thousands of years of continuous construction.
At first he didn't know whether the opponent was real or not, so Kil'jaeden chose to rush forward and confront him.
After being severely beaten by Justice, Egg finally reluctantly admitted that the opponent's spaceship was more capable than the Legion's, and this was how he came up with the moth-to-flame tactic of risking his life to rush into the landing ship to cause trouble.
In fact, Kil'jaeden was already regretting it.
At first, he thought that Ai Xing was a group of primitive people well protected by big lizards, even though later intelligence showed that the alliance had airships.
There is a gap of more than a hundred years in technological power between flying into the sky and flying into the universe. Some races with a slightly distorted talent were unable to develop the technology to break out of the atmosphere until they were exterminated.
When the Legion fleet was severely beaten, Kil'jaeden, who had been running smoothly in the universe for thousands of years, made another mistake. He used the refueling tactic to mobilize more Legion warships from other star regions in an attempt to consume the opponent with a sea of cannon fodder.
There is no way, the Burning Legion has been playing the Demon Sea tactics for 10,000 years, and has formed a fixed mindset.
It wasn't until he discovered that all the demon fleets from several surrounding galaxies had been mobilized, and they still couldn't defeat the opponent, that he had to consider a question: Can the replenishment of the Legion's spaceships keep up with the consumption? If it can't keep up, and it can't be consumed, then what?
Want to withdraw?
He has been struggling.
It's okay now, no need to worry about it.
The space in the old nest was torn apart and pulled directly in front of me.
He must hold on!
If he can't hold on, Mr. Sa will be the first to let him go.
Unfortunately, when playing cannon fodder flow, the most important thing is density. If you rush up sparsely, it is a food delivery flow.
The space shock came too suddenly. It was an unexpected change that the commanders of the battleships ahead had not thought about.
Space jump is something that spaceships with insufficient technological content cannot handle. Even if the technology is relatively mature, they will often choose an open space for the jump. Otherwise, when they first come out of the jump, the space structure will be unstable and they will hit an asteroid.
Or something like that, he will kill himself first.
Obviously, the other party's technological content is too high.
Starships carrying eggs (energy shields) came out one after another and pulled the space ships of the Burning Legion into the space shock and crushed them. Big lumps of evil energy slurry exploded in the black airspace like clouds.
"No. XXX, signal lost!"
"XXX fleet, all signals have been lost."
The bridge where Kil'jaeden was located was filled with the almost mournful screams of the eredar monitors. The so-called signal loss was just a polite way of saying it. Most of the time, it only meant that the contact was temporarily made up. On the battlefield,
Go on, this means burping.
No matter how small the Legion landing ship is, the number of demons on it will not be less than a thousand.
Not to mention a standard legion battleship, which would have no less than 10,000 demons at full capacity.
This is not a brat, a cannon fodder like a Cerberus who doesn't feel sad when he dies. Those who can fly spaceships are high-tech arms no matter which universe or race they are.
After death, there is no way to make up for it.
Even though the Burning Legion is such a big company, Brother Egg even feels a little sad.
Now that it's obvious that he can't hold on anymore, he has no reason to leave his post without permission at this time.
If he can't defend the planet Argus, the pot will be too big. He will get a toothache even if he carries it.
exactly
A monitor screamed: "The heroes of the Alliance storm the Tomb of Sargeras!"
Brother Egg felt like he had found a treasure, and handed the command to Mistress Saslin: "I leave this to you. Lord Sargeras' career is in danger, and I must go to the Tomb of Sargeras."
Suslin's eyes widened and her six hands were trembling. Is this okay?
In the dark space, the flames of the explosion of the evil energy power furnace rise and fall one after another, and the turbulent flow of evil energy that shoots out looks like festive fireworks from a distance.
The Doom Guards shuttled between the dense energy cannon beam gaps, trying to get as close to the battle as possible. Unfortunately, the opponent seemed to understand their action patterns quite well. The moment they left the mothership, they were hit by shotgun-type range weapons.
sniper.
Basically, no Doom Guards can fly more than a few kilometers, and most of them are smashed to pieces by the beam as soon as they appear!
Suslin knew that no powerful fleet would be able to arrive in the next day or two.
A mere three to five thousand ship squadron is just a food delivery in front of this mysterious and huge hostile fleet.
The sad thing is that she has to bear the blame if she doesn't want to.
Who calls Kil'jaeden her boss!?
Seeing Kil'jaeden rushing into the green portal, Sasslin stared for a long time before sulking and giving the order: "All fleets are arranged in a spindle formation, and the entire army is sent to send them off. No, it's an assault!"
Tired, destroy it!
If the enemy does not die, then we devils will die!
On the other side, in front of Sa Tomb, the alliance leaders discussed and finally only sent the second group in.
McDonough claimed to have received reliable information that "the boss inside is Kil'jaeden", and the alliance elders secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
An old friend!
Alleria said: My two sisters still lack an artifact bow.
Although McDonald had "serious doubts" that Kil'jaeden might have a bunch of new tricks, but winning is winning, and that confidence is confidence.
"In that case, let's follow the old rules and divide our troops. I, Khadgar, Luo Ning, Velen and Yin Lidan will fight in." King Wa took the initiative.
McDonald was a little worried at first, but then he smiled freely.
'History' has proven that as long as they survive the calamity of death, heroes can still live a prosperous life.
As a man who escaped death at the Battle of the Broken Shore (actually King Wa did not go there at all), McDonald believed that King Wa had broken free from the shackles of fate.
As long as he doesn't exhaust King Wa's energy by fighting less and more, how many bosses dare to guarantee that they can kill King Wa in a duel?
What's more?
Pandaren, draenei, demon hunters, so many heroes are just living for a living?
Our dignified little egg has only lost to two idiots in a duel, okay?
McDonald suddenly discovered that the heroes he had saved through so many years of hard work had become the alliance's most valuable asset.
With many heroes at hand, you can really do whatever you want.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you. Let's go attack Argus!"
"Okay!" Varian blinked: "Maybe if we kill fast enough, we can catch up before you kill Argus."
