MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1482 kill the devil

   Chapter 1482 Kill the Devil

   This was the largest landing operation in the Alliance's history, mobilizing more than five million troops.

   Even if we take aside the nearly 2 million murlocs and Naga cannon fodder that act as openers in the sea, and remove the 400,000 soldiers from the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind, the number of soldiers directly under the Alliance for the attack has exceeded 300,000.

   Even taking into account the width of the battlefield on the Broken Shore, this is a very exaggerated number.

If the Alliance still uses wooden boats on the sea as it has in history, then it would be impossible to transport the army to the Broken Beach, and only use a few airships including the [Skybreaker] to pack the pitiful elites. .

  The enemy is outnumbered, and it is natural to be surrounded.

   In this life, the situation of the few seems to have been reversed.

  Because the alliance is not limited to the Eastern Route Army!

The   West Army was the Kalimdor Army led by Tyrande, the Northrend North Army led by Arthas, and the Pandaria South Army led by Varian, each of which numbered no less than one million.

   Over seven million troops completely surrounded the Broken Isles.

   Aside from the Murlocs and Naga troops who are only responsible for beach landings and not responsible for inland attacks, let alone two million mechanized and elemental creatures mixed troops, this combat power is definitely not low.

   (Sa always has a sentence mmp really does not vomit unpleasant.)

The    alliance is coming too fast and there are too many.

   So much so that the demons had to play a trick...

   Alliance Fourth Route Army Headquarters, a joint meeting attended by all leaders.

   "What? You said that there are no demons stationed in the Broken Shore, our landing operation may be a big deal?" Tyrande stared at Varian in the magic mirror, and she frowned like all the leaders.

"Yes! Our MI7 intelligence shows that the demons did not have any decent troops on the beach." Varian was not aimless, he showed the leaders at the same time, and a large number of high-altitude shots from Broken Beach Reconnaissance photo: "Our side is the leader of MI7, Mathias Shore, who personally led a team to reconnaissance, and the credibility is quite high."

   After Varian finished speaking, many leaders showed relaxed expressions.

   The exaggerated battle outside the atmosphere, even if only a few images were sent back, had already frightened the leaders.

   It can’t be said that they are ignorant. After all, they have also killed all the way from the Dark Portal to the current boss. But no one has ever seen a cosmos fleet of this size.

  The existence of the planetary protection circle always makes people feel a little bit lucky.

  The Burning Legion began to resist fiercely near the Tomb of Sargeras, which was ideal, after all, the Alliance's land-based artillery was set up at that time. As for the large-scale beach landing battle, no one has really played it, which made the leaders murmur in their hearts.

   Under normal circumstances, everyone should discuss and lower the alert level.

   The spiritual strings of soldiers and soldiers cannot be tensed all the time. If they go on for a long time, either the strings will break, or they will secretly relax. Tightly combined, this is the best state.

  Since the Burning Legion did not come up hard at the beginning, everyone is more happy to see one less hard battle.

What everyone didn't expect was that after reading the large stack of pictures that Varian specially sent the wizard to send over with teleportation, McDonald knocked on the table with the back of his finger a little shamelessly: "Fake news! This is the Burning Legion. intelligence war. The devil has been waiting for us on the beach."

  Varian was shocked: "What? This is Shaw..."

   "I have no intention of questioning Master Shaw's loyalty to the Alliance, but there are some things that are not as simple as they seem!" McDonald snapped his fingers, and a three-dimensional pattern appeared in the mirror images of the big guys.

   MI7's reconnaissance can't be wrong, there is no trace of the formed demon troops on the beach, at least on the surface of the beach. There are only so few little ghosts, or wandering hellhounds.

   But the perspective given by McDonald's made the scalps of the big guys go numb.

  The beach is indeed that beach, but it is just a perspective view with a very sci-fi atmosphere, which can remove the rock layers on the surface layer by layer to expose the things under the sand and gravel.

   The mark below the beach is about minus ten meters, and there are a lot of giant metal human figures.

  Because of the relationship between the fel energies that swarmed underground and blocked the detection, I couldn't see its true face clearly. I just glanced at the outline, and several leaders and commanders with experience in combat in the outer domain stood up and lost their voices in unison:

   "Magic Mecha!?"

"so much?"

  The leaders of the alliance were shocked and their scalps tingled.

I can't imagine that if only the elite troops were used to raid, or if the army pushed into the depths of the Broken Isles, when the beach was full of supplies, these huge fel mechas, which were often ten or twenty stories high, suddenly burst out of the soil. Jumping out, what a terrible situation it would be.

  Probably, the Alliance troops will be wiped out!

  Varian was so angry that his lips trembled, and he had scolded Mathias Shore a hundred times in his heart!

   MacDonald waved to King Wa: "Your Majesty Wrynn, don't be angry. This is a demon, and it can be secretly planned for a hundred years for a conspiracy. It's not unusual to have such a small plan. We can just burrow into the ground and bounce off the road."

   Still remembering the incident of Medivh's conspiracy, King Wa gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

  The Battle of the Broken Shore in history was the most grievous battle for the Alliance Horde. The Alliance lost its de facto leader, Varian, and Vol'jin, the then-tribe chieftain, died of injuries soon after.

   Such a painful lesson, how could the traversers not beware of the hundred million hands?

  No blame, no investigation, MacDonald let Mathias's dereliction of duty lightly and focused on the war.

   After a while, the voice of the alliance leader rang in the public broadcast of all the warships and aircraft of the four-way army of the alliance:

   "I'm the then Alliance Leader McDonald Stratholme!"

   "Since the opening of the Dark Portal, the entire world of Azeroth has entered a troubled situation."

   "Like everyone, I am full of complaints about the injustice of the Goddess of Fate."

   "What I want to say is..."

   "I am regarded as a **** of war by millions of people in the alliance. In fact, I want to be a humble gentleman rather than a warrior with a weapon in hand."

   "It's a pity that the evil enemy does not give me and all of you peace."

"So behind the humble gentleman is a battle of coldness, steel, technology, and will. We can turn will into extraordinary combat power in certain scenarios to make up for the lack of combat power. But the lack of combat power must be scientific and Magical methods for ultimate overcoming."

   "This is the world we live in!"

   "Every country and every race in the alliance is peace-loving."

   "No one desires war!"

   "But what does peace-loving need? There needs to be full power in the hands of a peace-loving organization like the Alliance."

   "Today, the peace of the world is challenged by the most powerful evil force in history!"

   "In this regard, I just want to say to everyone...it's time to show everyone's true strength!"

   "For peace..."

   "Dry those demons—"

   McDonald's final roar received a tsunami response from thousands of soldiers.

  The sea and the sky seem to be boiling at the same time.

   "Dry those demons—"

   "Fuck them—"

   "Kill ah-"

   (end of this chapter)