MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1506 Heroes do whatever they want

   Chapter 1506 Heroes just do whatever they want

   That was really scary.

  Kil'jaeden has been across the universe for thousands of years, but he has never seen such a large-scale, high-tech cosmos fleet.

   That's right, the demons of the Burning Legion don't want money, they die when they die.

   Anyway, there are many ferocious races who want to join the legion, and the legion has countless cannon fodder.

   The point is that the Legion's space battleships are not endless.

  Each spaceship requires Morge craftsman to bring his younger brother, which takes time and effort to do it. The legion spaceships that are now placed in the market are all the family assets accumulated over the past ten thousand years.

   At first, he didn't know the reality of the opponent, and Kil'jaeden chose to rush to the front.

   After being beaten by justice, Egg finally reluctantly admitted that the opponent's spaceship was more capable of fighting than the Legion's, and this was the moth-to-fire tactic of rushing into the landing ship to make trouble a few days ago.

   Actually, Kil'jaeden is already regretting it.

  At first, he thought that Ai Xing was a group of primitive people well protected by large lizards, even if there was information later that the Alliance had airships.

   There is a difference of more than a hundred years of technological power between flying to the sky and flying to the universe. There are some races that are a little bit skewed, and they failed to research the technology that rushes out of the atmosphere until the genocide.

When the Legion fleet was severely beaten, Kil'jaeden, who had been smooth sailing in the universe for thousands of years, made another mistake - he used the fueling tactics to transfer more Legion battleships from other star regions, in an attempt to consume them with a sea of ​​cannon fodder. opposite.

   There is no way, the Burning Legion has played the Devil Sea Tactics for 10,000 years, and they have formed a mindset.

   Until he found out that the demon fleets in several galaxies around him had been transferred, and they could not take down the opponent, he had to consider a question-can the replenishment of the legion spaceships keep up with the consumption? I can't keep up, and I can't consume it, so should I withdraw?

   He has been struggling.

  It's fine now, don't worry about it.

  The old nest was torn apart by others and pulled directly in front of him.

   He must hold on!

   couldn't hold it, Mr. Sa was the first to let him go.

  Unfortunately, the most important thing in playing cannon fodder is a density. If sparsely rushed up, it is to send dishes.

The    space shock came too suddenly, it was a change that the commanders of the battleships of the front army had not thought of.

   Space transition is something that spaceships with insufficient technological content cannot play. Even if the technology is relatively mature, the transition will often choose an empty space. Otherwise, when you just came out of the transition, the space structure is unstable, and if you hit an asteroid or something, you will kill yourself first.

   Obviously, the other party's technology content is too high.

   The starships that came out with the eggs (energy shields) pulled the Burning Legion's spaceships into the space shock and crushed them. The big pile of fel energy slurries exploded in the black airspace like a cloud of mist.

   "XXX, signal lost!"

   "The XXX fleet, all signal lost."

   On the bridge where Kil'jaeden was located, the eredar monitor's almost wailing hissed. The so-called signal loss is just an elegant statement. Most of the time, it only means temporary contact to make up for it. On the battlefield, it means that it is a fart.

   Even the smallest Legion Landing Ship will have no less than a thousand demons on it.

   Not to mention standard legion battleships, the full crew will not be less than 10,000 demons.

   This is not a cannon fodder like a kid or a hellhound who doesn't feel heartbroken. Those who can drive spaceships, no matter which universe or race, are high-tech arms.

After    is dead, he can't make up for it for a while.

  Rao is the Burning Legion with such a big business, Brother Egg felt a little pain in the flesh.

   Now it's obvious that he can't keep up, and at this time he has no reason to leave his post without authorization.

   The pot of Argus planet is too big, and he will have a toothache when he carries it.

   Exactly—

   A monitor screamed: "The League of Heroes broke into the Tomb of Sargeras!"

  Brother Egg, if he had obtained the treasure, passed the command to Mistress Suslin: "I'll leave it to you here. The career of Lord Sargeras is in danger, and I must go to Sargeras' Tomb."

  Sasslyn's eyes widened, all six hands were shaking, is this all right?

  In the pitch-black space, the flames of the fel power furnace exploded one after another, and the turbulent fel energy that spurted out looked like a festive firework from a distance.

   The Doom Guard shuttled between the dense energy cannon beam gaps, trying to pull it into close combat. It's a pity that the other party seems to understand their mode of action quite well. The moment they leave the mothership, they are sniped by shotgun-type range weapons.

   Basically, no doomsday guard can fly several kilometers, and most of them are smashed to pieces by the beam as soon as they emerge!

   Suslin knew that in the next day or two, no powerful fleet would come.

   A squadron with a size of three to five thousand ships, in front of this mysterious and huge hostile fleet, is just delivering food.

   Sadly, she has to carry this pot even if she doesn't carry it.

  Who is Kil'jaeden is her boss! ?

   Watching Kil'jaeden rush into the green portal, Suslin stared blankly for a long time before giving an order in a sullen mood: "All the fleets are lined up in a spindle formation, and the whole army will send them off, no, it's an assault!"

   Tired, destroy it!

  The enemy is not dead, then, let's go to the devil!

   On the other side, in front of Sa's tomb, the leaders of the alliance only sent the second group in after discussion.

  McDonald claimed to have received reliable information "The boss inside is Kil'jaeden", and the alliance bosses breathed a sigh of relief.

   Old friend!

  Alleria said: My two sisters still lack an artifact bow.

  Despite McDonald's 'serious doubts' that Kil'jaeden may have a bunch of new tricks, but winning is winning, and that confidence is confidence.

   "Since that's the case, then the old rules, let's divide the troops, I, Khadgar, Ronin, Velen and Illidan and they will go in." King Wa offered to take the initiative.

  McDonald was a little worried at first, and then he smiled freely.

  'History' has proved that as long as they survive the calamity, heroes can still live very well.

   As the man who broke the doom from the battle of [Broken Shore] (in fact, King Wa didn't go at all), MacDonald believes that King Wa has broken free from the shackles of fate.

   As long as you don’t use less and more energy, how many bosses dare to pack a ticket and kill the tile king in a duel?

   Not to mention?

   Pandaren, Draenei, Demon Hunters are so many heroes who eat dry food?

   We have only lost two fools in a duel.

  McDonald suddenly found that the heroes he rescued after so many years of painstaking efforts have become the most precious wealth of the league.

  There are many heroes in hand, and you can really do whatever you want.

   "Okay, I'll leave it to you here. Let's attack Argus!"

   "Okay!" Varian blinked: "Maybe, we can kill fast enough to catch up before you kill Argus."

   "Hey! I'll wait and see!"

   (end of this chapter)