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Two hundred and seventy-five chapters: Karabo's cannon group II

This cannon is not big, a bit like a mortar, and can be carried by one person.

The gun body is made of some kind of translucent crystal. A stream of magic slowly flows along the gun body, showing seven colors of light. The angle can be adjusted. The gun frame is a grindstone-shaped black disc that feels like

some kind of metal.

What kind of cannon is this? The material has never been seen before. It is not a mineral from Azeroth or Draenor. Robbie felt a perfect combination of technology and magic.

"I found it from the warehouse." Yrel said: "The older generation of draenei people said that this is called a particle beam weapon. The draenei brought many from the planet Argus before. Later Velen advocated getting closer to nature.

, returning to the original, stipulating that simple hand-to-hand combat must be used, these things have been dismantled, leaving only this last one."

Thanks to the long lifespan of the draenei, there were still survivors who escaped from the draenei with Velen, otherwise no one would know how to use this thing.

After a demonstration by a Draenei technician, the particle beam cannon fired a magic beam as thin as a finger, with automatic aiming and correction functions. The beam was so powerful that it could even penetrate rocks. The drawback was that it had to be charged. To charge one

Can only be launched once an hour.

"You can only control this thing yourself and use it at critical moments." Robbie said to Yrel.

A wound as thin as a finger, given the medical level of this world, would hardly kill a person even if it hits a vital point. Yrel curled his lips and asked casually: "What is the critical moment!"

"You think it's time to use it, that's the critical moment."

"boom."

The flagship of the Iron Tribe, the Destroyer, was equipped with a huge-caliber Steel Destroyer. With an earth-shattering noise, the huge hull shook violently, and it seemed that it would capsize at any time.

The huge waves rolled, as if a giant beast was playing in the deep sea. The sea water rippled and there were countless foams. Two small frigates nearby were miserable and bumped in the huge waves.

The leader of the Iron Horde fleet, Commander Volka, a strong orc with scars on his face, proudly showed the power of the Iron Destroyer to Prince Anduin.

After looking at it, Anduin laughed secretly in his heart. He was indeed a stupid orc who only pursues powerful power. Unfortunately, the accuracy of this giant cannon is extremely poor and it is difficult to hit the enemy. In addition, the range is limited and its practicality is not high.

After only one shot, the barrel of the cannon has turned red and has a tendency to soften. This shows that the smelting technology of the Iron Tribe is not very good. Instead of showing off the power of the Iron Destroyer, it is better to worry about the danger of exploding the barrel.

Also visiting with Anduin were the half-orc Med'an and the blue sky king Kalecgos. Kalecgos, who had transformed into a human form, had long sky-blue hair fluttering in the sea breeze, and he pulled the command

The hands of Guan Volka felt like a family, and countless sweet words came out of his mouth, and soon the Iron Tribe was praised to the sky.

Flattery, dirty, disgusting.

Anduin hates Kalecgos's attitude very much. After all, he is a dragon king. He has no dignity. You have not only lost your own face, but also the face of Azeroth.

Fortunately, the orcs really followed this trick, and Volka quickly became brothers with Kalecgos, and the two of them joined hands, leaving Anduin and Med'an aside.

Med'an's face was gloomy and ugly. Anduin guessed the reason. The creation of the experimental body Med'an failed. Guardian Medivh was very disappointed with the orcs under Thrall's leadership and believed that the blood of demons had contaminated the orcs.

His bloodline led to the failure of a perfect life form.

The Iron Horde of Draenor has not been contaminated by demon blood, and their blood is purer. The guardians want to screen out powerful individuals through a series of wars.

When he thinks that he is facing the fate of being eliminated and has not been able to hug King Saurfang's thick legs, Med'an's future is worrying and he doesn't know where to go. It's strange that he is in a good mood.

Anduin has no time to worry about Med'an, now he needs to worry about his own destiny.

Back in the cabin, there were no orcs watching, and the werewolf priest Udyr had been waiting for a long time.

"Med'an is a fool. I can't trust my safety to him. Udyr, are you ready for what I want?" Standing in front of the window, looking at the vast sea, Anduin nodded.

He asked without replying.

Udyr quickly stepped forward, took out a delicate small box, and handed it to Prince Anduin:

"Go back to your highness, you are ready. This is indestructible ancient amber from the ancient Mantid Empire. It can protect your whole body and ensure that you will not be harmed. It can also sustain your life needs, even if you are trapped inside.

It will last for days and nights, and it will be more useful than the mage's ice barrier."

Anduin nodded. This was exactly what he needed. He looked at the small box carefully and asked, "How do I need to use it?"

Udyr showed a smart and capable expression, with a flattering look on his face, and said:

"Your Highness, you have already considered it. The mages have installed an automatic activation function on it. As long as the power of the surrounding elements exceeds a certain limit, it will activate automatically. You don't have to be afraid even if there is an emergency."

"Very good!" With a life-saving tool, Anduin finally felt relieved.

"Your Highness, we got some news." Udyr whispered: "The Defias Brotherhood has collected hundreds of cannons and thousands of guns. I heard that they were prepared for the Draenei.

"

"cannon?"

After hearing this, Anduin just smiled and disagreed.

The power of the cannon is good, but the biggest problem is the accuracy. And for those top experts, even if they are hit by a few cannonballs, it is not a big problem. After all, there are various magic protections.

"It seems that the draenei are no longer alive. Once the Temple of Karabor is destroyed, the draenei in Shadowmoon Valley will be gone and will be massacred. Udyr, you need to be prepared to take in some fleeing draenei.

People, pick some young and strong ones with sound limbs, and send them to the Exodar. We'd better have some explanation for Velen."

Udyr quickly wrote it down.

This is a world of magic, and what really plays a decisive role is magic.

Can hundreds of cannons be worth one archmage? Anduin rested in the cabin for a while. Commander Volka sent someone to invite him. The Temple of Capola was not far away.

On the deck of the flagship Destroyer, Commander Volka grinned and said:

"This group of stupid draenei people actually set up obstacles on the beach. It seems that they really have no choice. In front of the great Iron Horde, the draenei people will definitely be wiped out."

Forward troops have already conducted reconnaissance, and the beach is covered with various obstacles. There was no barbed wire in this era, and the so-called obstacles were just sharpened pieces of wood.

"What a ridiculous trick. Let them see the Iron Horde's artillery fire. All ships are ready to fire and destroy the obstacles on the beach." Commander Volka gave the order.

At this moment, the ship at the front of the Iron Tribe fleet suddenly stopped. Because it entered a narrow channel and there was no room for turning, the entire fleet had to stop moving forward.

"What's going on?" Commander Volka asked.

An orc guard reported that the ship in front was stuck and could not pass.

"Why did it get stranded here? Who knows what happened?" Commander Volka asked confusedly. The Iron Tribe was not familiar with naval battles. These were all new things brought by Garrosh.

Anduin also didn't know what was going on and remained silent on the side. However, Kalecgos, the Blue Dragon King, although not strong enough, had lived for so many years and still had some experience.

"Shipwreck tactics? Low-level tactics only used by pirates." Kalecgos showed off his profound knowledge. (To be continued)


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