Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless ethereal anti-aircraft turrets arranged like hedgehogs on the Hellfire Peninsula began to fire at the same time.

The slender energy bombardment sprayed out from the center of the opened semi-circular tube, launching intensive bombardment from bottom to top like a reverse light rain.

Kil'jaeden had indeed guessed that Draenor would be ready to "greet" him, but he hadn't expected it to be so extreme.

According to the last information sent by Kurul, the Azeroth Expeditionary Force only brought four small naaru frigates, and the entire fleet facing Kil'jaeden could only be crushed.

The bombardment launched by extracting planetary energy has extremely strong penetrating power. The fel fleet had just escaped from the state of warp speed, and the weapons had just started to warm up before being bombarded by clusters.

Countless dazzling light and shadow effects exploded in the sky like fireworks, which were the light of recoil caused by the energy bombardment hitting the shield of the fel battleship.

The coalition soldiers operating the anti-aircraft turret have been ordered not to stop attacking for a moment until the turret is destroyed or its energy is exhausted.

The technological level of the Ethereal is very high. Under the premise that the planet provides energy, their weapons can pose enough threats to the fel battleships of the Burning Legion.

The shields of the legion battleships faded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the reduction of the bombardment all over the sky, but at the same time, the fel battleships survived the initial predicament of being attacked one-sidedly, and began to fight back with the weapons carried on the battleships.

Beacon fires began to ignite everywhere on the Hellfire Peninsula, and the fel cannonballs would explode a huge gap when they fell into the ground, but the bombardment from both sides covered the entire sky, and more often the shells collided in the air, causing bursts of dazzling fireworks .

Kil'jaeden's flagship, the Deceiver, has thicker shields and fierce firepower than other warships. When the Aether's bombardment collides with the Deceiver's weapons, it is usually overwhelmed and routed.

Most of the potholes in the ground of Hellfire Peninsula are the work of the Deceiver.

"boom!"

The energy barrier above the Hellfire Fortress was directly hit by the Deceiver's secondary artillery attack, and the evil orc warlock who was drawing Magtheridon's power to build a defense system in the basement spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

On the city wall, an unusually strong red-skinned evil orc grinned his fangs and looked at the battle in the sky, "Is this the battle against the Burning Legion? It's absolutely devastating... When will it be our turn to dispatch?"

Illidan patted the Fel Orc's thick arm and comforted him, "Don't worry, young Hellscream, there will be a chance, Kil'jaeden can't always rely on confrontation to break through Draenor, after all, here is what he wants most." Sweet bait."

Upon hearing this, Ishana accused angrily, "Illidan! Be respectful!"

"No problem."

"Sweet Bait" Velen smiled indifferently, and waved his hand to signal Ishana to back down.

Velen, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, has a very rich life experience, and has already passed the stage of being provoked by words. Besides, although Illidan's statement is relatively unflattering, it is the same in the final analysis.

Andrea's eyes narrowed, "Here we come, the Legion's landing craft."

The confrontation that lasted for nearly half an hour caused both sides to suffer considerable losses. More than 40% of the anti-aircraft turrets on the Hellfire Peninsula were paralyzed, and many fel battleships outside the atmosphere were also battered and crooked. abandoned in space.

As the fire barrage thinned, the remaining legion warships dispatched death squads aboard landing craft, and began to forcibly land under artillery fire.

Most of the landing craft were destroyed in mid-air, and smashed into the ground with black smoke, but some lucky ones escaped the barrage blockade in the sky.

After landing on the ground, the demon in the landing craft immediately opened the hatch, inserted the fel beacon on the ground, and soon established a connection between the fleet and Hellfire Peninsula.

Since the entire planet of Draenor was siphoned off by Andrea, the Burning Legion's fel portals could only be powered by their ships.

In order to support the operation of the portal, more energy of the fel battleship was allocated to the ground, and its own defense and counterattack were weakened to varying degrees.

More battleships were destroyed as a result, and a lot of space junk was added to the space outside Draenor.

This time, Kil'jaeden did not take command of the flagship as steadily as before. After the demons that broke into the Hellfire Peninsula gradually took shape, about two Kil'jaeden from Velengaard teleported from the flagship.

The size of the eredar usually represents their great strength, and the overjoyed Archimonde can't wait to maintain his maximum form at all times.

But the more pragmatic Kil'jaeden is different. A big body means a big target. In today's situation of heavy artillery fire, it is likely to become a living target for the enemy.

Although Kil'jaeden was confident that the weapons of the ethereal spirits would not be able to penetrate his shield, in order to save more power to deal with Velen, he tried his best to avoid shelling that would consume the energy of the shield, and chose to use a more flexible stance land on the ground.

As soon as he touched the land of Hellfire Peninsula, Kil'jaeden immediately understood where the energy of the opponent's continuous shelling came from.

"Are you desperate to extract the energy of the planet? Facing a powerful enemy like the Burning Legion, your awareness is pretty good."

With Velen right in front of his eyes, Kil'jaeden's heart was already burning with passion, but on the surface he still maintained his usual calm, personally commanding the demons who came out of the portal to encircle Hellfire Citadel.

Illidan no longer had the cynical and charming smile of the past, and he patted the strong evil orc on the back with a serious expression.

"Go, Territory Roar, the battle you've been waiting for is here."

"Roar!"

The red-skinned evil orc opened his mouth and let out a loud battle roar, raised his two-handed battle ax and strode towards the city wall.

"Warsong Clan! Charge with me!"

A group of the most radical evil orcs charged fiercely at the front line of the battlefield, fighting with the demons that descended from the sky first.

Andrea looked at the powerful evil orc whom Illidan especially valued with a strange expression.

'Garrosh, I didn't expect his fate to change so much... But considering this guy's single-minded mind, it doesn't seem so strange. '

Just as Illidan expected, Garrosh has the potential to be stronger than other orcs. After being transformed into a fel orc, his strength has grown exponentially.

He set an example and returned to Galadar to persuade. Many members of the Warsong clan were attracted by his oath to gain great power and destroy the Burning Legion, and voluntarily left Galadar to become evil orcs.

Although Dranosh and Jorin tried their best to stop them, the Warsong clan, which was born for war, still found a chance to leave the town under strict defense, and took away many young orcs from other clans by the way.

The Warsong clan is the most valiant warrior among the orcs, and their bravery has been recognized by Illidan.

Garrosh has not been a fel orc for a long time, his control of power is not perfect, and his brain is not very easy to use, but this does not prevent Garrosh from becoming a general that Illidan values.

The young Hellscream lived up to Illidan's trust. His bravery and skill in battle inspired the fellow demon orcs who fought with him. Even the night elves, who always pay attention to the rules and regulations, were inspired by them.

Andrea looked at the eager night elf soldiers behind him, and sighed in his heart, "Is this the impact of a vanguard general on morale?" There are advantages and disadvantages. '

Andrea turned her head to signal Tyrande. After receiving the signal, the high priest ordered loudly, "Followers of the Moon Goddess, it's our turn to play. Don't lose momentum to those red-skinned orcs!"