Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 774: Probing Attack

Chapter 774: Probing Attack

When they heard that the coming super demon was Archimonde, one of the three commanders of the Burning Legion, and witnessed the terrifying power that could destroy the world, many timid people were so scared that their legs trembled and they even defecated and urinated.

Even the bravest warriors crossed the sea and came to this strange land with the intention of fighting to the death.

There is only Duke, and there is only one Duke in the world.

Have the ability and courage to say such a thing!

"A mere Archimonde can do nothing to me."

Suddenly, Sylvanas smiled.

The smile is as bright as flowers and as fresh as the spring breeze.

Nothing else!

Suddenly I felt that only the man in front of me, who regarded all the heroes in the world as nothing and millions of demons as ants, was the great hero in my heart who was worthy of my trust for thousands and thousands of years, until forever.

Sylvanas had the urge to hug Duke tightly from behind.

She gave up.

If this is the case, then what is the difference between her and those weak women who can only watch their men go to the battlefield, but can only long for a child before the battle, and are afraid that the child will be a posthumous child?

She is Sylvanas!

The Queen of the Sin’dorei Kingdom!

Valkyrie on the battlefield!

If there is still a glimmer of hope in this world, then this glimmer must have been created by her and Duke together.

So in just two or three minutes, she was standing next to Duke in military uniform.

Duke seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Sylvanas glared, made a seemingly ferocious expression, spat at Du fiercely, and said with gritted teeth: "Well, I made a mistake in my estimation. I will ask Liadrin to treat it later."

Duke rubbed his brow.

Most alliances have a policy of giving people a day off before a war, but his timing on the eve of the war seems a bit bad.

well--

Duke’s gaze was cast into the distance, to the east of the Azshara beachhead.

As the last unmanned boat anchored offshore for reconnaissance tilted and sank, Turalyon finally gave the order: "Prepare—"

At first there were only a few inconspicuous bubbles, but soon the sea seemed to be boiling water, with bubbles rolling everywhere, and finally they became one, making a constant gurgling sound.

The first ugly head surfaces.

In the command post, Turalyon saw the monster clearly through a telescope.

"Mercemen?"

It was indeed murlocs. Turalyon was no stranger to murlocs, and to this day the Alliance had over 30,000 murloc troops. They were under the command of the murloc prophet Mogor, who was directly responsible to King Varian of Stormwind.

In fact, everyone knows that for some reason, that mixed army of fishmen and naga has always been loyal to Duke alone.

It doesn’t matter.

The fishman in the field of vision was even larger. It didn’t look like a fishman at all, but more like an adult hippopotamus.

It wasn’t just one fishman, but thousands of them that floated to the surface, all looking the same.

The sharper and more ferocious teeth, as well as the scarlet eyes that exuded an ominous aura, all told Turalyon that there was something wrong with this vanguard of the Burning Legion.

Soon, the Alliance soldiers saw a larger male Naga. These deep-sea monsters, also with scarlet eyes, drove the murlocs and began to move towards the shore.

In just a few minutes, they had slowly moved ashore from the shallows, and were less than fifty meters away from the forefront beach bunker.

"Rockets!" Turalyon’s order was quickly transmitted to the position below through the most primitive loudspeaker.

The opponent is the Burning Legion, and no one knows whether the magic message will fail.

The communication method that was so useful during the last Dark Gate War can only be used as an auxiliary here. The most primitive communication is safer.

A narrow fire dragon ignited behind the group of bunkers, and the high elf rangers had already raised their longbows with burning arrows on them.

As the red flag on the towering arrow tower was waved down, this silent command made the bowstrings vibrate in unison.

The next moment, most of the soldiers on the beach saw a fiery red line flying into the sky.

The number of these arrows is so small that it cannot even be called a "rain of arrows".

Naturally, the rockets caused almost no direct damage, but Turalyon, who was watching the battle from a distance, showed almost no change in expression on his face.

He was waiting for the follow-up effects, which would be visible soon.

The moment the rocket touched the sea water it burst into flames.

Of course the sea water did not burn; what was ignited was the oil that had been dumped into the sea early in the morning.

In order to prepare for this battle, the Alliance spent a huge amount of money to buy more than a dozen ships of crude oil from the goblins who would demand money even at the end of the world.

Oil will float on the sea surface. If this had happened before Du crossed over, it would undoubtedly have been an ecological disaster.

Now, once the oil is ignited, thick smoke will immediately form, and because of the unique geographical environment of Azshara, there are strong winds blowing from west to east to the sea.

All of a sudden, all the Murlocs and Nagas who dared to surface were hit.

Either their bodies were engulfed in flames, or they were choked by the thick smoke and couldn’t even open their eyes.

For marine life, being burned by fire is extremely rare.

If these murlocs were still ordinary murlocs, they would surely be so scared that they would run around the beach, making bursts of tragic and annoying screams.

However, they seemed to be unaware of the flames burning their skin and scales. Instead, they charged directly towards the beach bunker like crazy and like fireballs that could escape.

Fortunately, they did not have such tenacious vitality. Most of them rushed out about twenty meters and fell on the beach with strange screams, becoming corpses twitching constantly in the flames.

Just this scene made Turalyon, who was monitoring the battlefield from a distance, frown.

Murlocs, after all, are just cannon fodder.

This almost made him want to launch the next batch of traps, and come up with stronger ones. Wouldn’t that allow the Burning Legion to do something fancy?

Soon, the first wave of exploratory attacks ended.

After leaving thousands of corpses on the beach, no new murlocs washed up on the shore.

The sea was still burning, and with the tide, waves of fire beat against the rocks or sand on the beach.

Turalyon noticed that the sea was still boiling.

That had nothing to do with the burning oil; that was a large number of fishmen lurking beneath the surface blowing bubbles.

Immediately, the huge figure rising from the sea made the hearts of every alliance soldier skip a beat.

They are generally over six meters tall, with a sturdy body that develops horizontally. Their green skin shines brightly in the firelight, and the huge iron anchors in their hands that are over three meters long are even more shocking.