Med'an was in mid-air, standing on a rotting ghost ship and casting spells, feeling very safe.
The draenei's position was far away from him, far beyond the range of bows and arrows.
Although this distance is within the attack range of certain magics, Med'an himself is one of the most powerful mages, and no magic fluctuations can escape his perception.
He never dreamed that the draenei actually hid a secret weapon.
"In today's battle, the Draenei will be destroyed, and Med'an is destined to become famous in Draenor."
Looking at the temple of Karabor made of sand, Med'an felt proud, as if he had seen the fate of the draenei's destruction, and he would unify the Iron Horde and become the king of Draenor.
"Now." Robbie ordered.
Bang!
Yrel pulled the trigger, and the particle beam weapon silently hit Med'an's chest.
Med'an looked down at the blood seeping from his chest, showing confusion.
Med'an wears a life-saving Guardian suit that can automatically resist fatal magic attacks and physical attacks. Unfortunately, mysterious particle weapons are not within the defense range of the Guardian suit.
At the most critical moment of casting a spell, he was hit hard and seriously injured. The magic power in Med'an's body immediately went into chaos. He couldn't control the backlash of magic power. He blinked and fell from the sky.
The particle beam weapon was too concealed, and no one knew what was going on. Prince Anduin and the Blue Dragon King Kalecgos all thought that Med'an's old habit had recurred and that he had made a casting error.
Without the support of magic power, the ghost fleet that filled the sky quickly disintegrated, and rotten wood fell from the sky like raindrops. Blue Dragon King Kalecgos sighed: "It's a pity that this magic was almost successful."
Prince Anduin nodded. He knew this magic and said regretfully:
"In the Ghost Kingdom, once the spell is successfully cast, hundreds of ghost ships will turn into meteor showers, easily destroying the Karabo Temple. This magic is very difficult and beyond Med'an's ability."
Although Med'an failed to cast the spell, he finally solved the problem of blocking the sinking ship. Anduin ordered his subordinates to rescue Med'an who fell into the sea and was unconscious, and sent him to the cabin for treatment.
The Iron Horde fleet sailed past the reef area and reorganized near the coast. Under the cover of fierce artillery fire, groups of orcs rushed to the coast and launched a charge towards the Draenei position.
Robbie calmly commanded the cannon group, bombarding the orcs charging towards them indiscriminately.
Hundreds of orcs rushed ashore, unable to gain a firm foothold, and were torn to pieces by artillery fire in an instant. A few who rushed towards the Draenei position were quickly killed by a burst of intense gunfire.
Groups of artillery from two highlands roared, and the shells seemed to be endless, tilting towards the position like raindrops. The orcs of the Iron Tribe suffered heavy casualties, but they did not even see what the enemy looked like.
The Iron Horde's warships are also equipped with cannons, but obviously neither the range nor the power can compare with the draenei's artillery fire, and they dare not get close to the opponent's range.
Garrosh brought the technology of the Iron Horde, but he was just an orc, and he could remember as many things as he could in his mind.
What's more, in the continent of Azeroth, the only people who can forge the best steel are the dwarves of Ironforge. The smelting skills of the dwarves have always been a secret.
"This is wrong. This is not how battles are fought."
Commander Volka's face became more and more ugly. The battle he expected should not be like this.
Hundreds of years ago, ever since the draenei arrived in Draenor, the orcs have never stopped experimenting.
The draenei are tall and muscular, and their strength and agility completely overwhelm the orcs. They are born with an affinity for magic. In hand-to-hand combat, the orcs find that they are no match for them.
In order to defeat the draenei, the orcs tried every means. The draenei had the Holy Light, so they developed shaman magic to fight against it. The draenei were powerful, so the orcs tried to find ways to gain the power of Gronn.
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The orcs believe that the final winner must be themselves. Even if the draenei win ten thousand times, under the rule of Velen, the draenei who believe in the Holy Light will not wipe out the orcs.
The orcs only need to win once to kill all the draenei, leaving no one behind.
Garrosh brought the technology of the Iron Horde, narrowing the gap between the orcs and the draenei, and they realized that the opportunity had come.
After working hard to build thick armor and advanced weapons, compared to the draenei whose weapons and equipment have not improved at all, Commander Volka believes that this Steel Division is definitely not inferior to the draenei.
In Commander Volka's expectation, the two armies should be in position to attack each other. The draenei's advantage is their physical fitness, and the orcs' advantage is their quantity and equipment. With the help of Narukala, they should be able to fight each other.
Evenly matched.
Then Prince Anduin drove a ship full of explosives to blow up the Temple of Karabor, and the Iron Horde finally won.
But now the draenei have changed their tactics, instead of fighting the orcs in close combat, they use long-range artillery fire to suppress them.
Not only did Commander Volka find it strange, Kalecgos and Prince Anduin had never seen this style of play.
The draenei's artillery fire was too fierce to attack, so Commander Volka could only count on the air force.
Unfortunately, this attack on Shadowmoon Valley brought too few wyverns. Volka looked at the magical dragons patrolling the air, which were the air force organized by the Draenei, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Those two highlands must be destroyed and those damn cannons must be destroyed. I need help."
Commander Volka looked at Prince Anduin and Blue Dragon King Kalecgos again, and his tone was much more polite.
According to the original plan, Anduin should be driving a self-destruct ship filled with explosives at this moment. However, because of Med'an's unconsciousness, there was no one to cover Prince Anduin's retreat, so the plan had to be postponed.
Anduin smiled slightly and pulled Kalecgos over: "This is the leader of the Blue Dragon Clan, one of the five dragon kings of Azeroth, the Blue Dragon King Kalecgos. He must have a way."
"Dragon King, what kind of creature is that?" There are no dragons in Draenor, and Commander Volka looked surprised.
Anduin introduced seriously: "The dragons are the most powerful creatures in Azeroth, the tyrants of the sky, proficient in all kinds of magic, and invincible existences."
The dragons are indeed very powerful. Back then, the orcs only enslaved a small number of red dragons, and they were able to defeat all the alliance wanted. One young dragon was enough to destroy a small fleet.
"We the Iron Horde don't need rhetoric, what we need is action, Kalecgos, I believe you will prove your strength to the Iron Horde." Commander Volka said with wide eyes.
Kalecgos hates this. He knows his own strength and is a complete warrior. If he had known, he would not have gotten close to the commander of the Iron Horde.
Kalecgos looked at Prince Anduin with a look of resentment. Now that the matter had come to this, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and face it.
Kalecgos's appearance was extremely handsome. His figure flashed past, and an elegant adult blue dragon appeared in the air. His huge body made the weak magical dragon of the Draenei look so insignificant.
The orcs in Draenor have never seen a blue dragon, and the draenei have never seen a dragon. They don't know what this huge creature with wings and sharp claws is, and they are afraid of the giant beast instinctively.
Shivering.
Looking at the ant-like villain below, Kalecgos took a deep breath.
Dragon's Breath is one of the most powerful weapons of the Dragon Clan. After taking a deep breath to accumulate power, the Dragon Clan will usually dive downwards and spit out the Dragon's Breath in order to achieve maximum lethality.
While killing opponents, it is also the most dangerous moment when dragons are most vulnerable to attack.
Kalecgos did not dare to make the dangerous move of diving. He was in a safe area high in the sky and breathed out a breath of dragon's breath.
A large group of Draenei were hit by the dragon's breath and fell to the ground twitching. (To be continued)