Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 775: Horizon

Chapter 775: Horizon

Many female Nagas with slightly smaller figures but multiple arms appeared on the sea. They chanted spells and covered the giants with a layer of water waves like armor.

It looked like they were fire giants stepping out of the sea.

Turalyon spat fiercely. "Damn it! It’s the sea giants! It’s the Burning Legion’s doing again."

Sea giants take it as their lifelong duty to maintain the cleanliness and tranquility of the ocean. They rarely come to the surface world, preferring to stay alone in the sea. They like to be worshipped by fishmen, but are mortal enemies of the Naga.

Legend has it that sea giants approach the surface world in search of these naga.

Normally, there is no way that sea giants and naga can get along together.

It is now obvious from the sea giants’ scarlet, violent eyes that they are enslaved by the power of the devil.

As a vanguard battle, under Duke’s instructions, the situation on the beach battlefield was broadcast live to Mount Hyjal in real time. In front of the three camps at the foot, middle and top of the mountain, there was a huge magic projection screen 40 meters high and 100 meters wide, which conveyed the information of the Burning Legion’s vanguard to the soldiers of the three major factions.

At the foot of the mountain, Grom snorted in disdain: "Tsk! Gronn is bigger and more agile than these guys."

Thrall sighed, and had to coax Grom again: "Gronds won’t charge in hundreds or thousands, and there is only one Grom Hellscream in the entire Horde!"

Flattery is a skill that, once mastered, can be quite powerful.

The Hellscream family is famous for beating up Gronn.

But even in Draenor, there are still only a few terrifying monsters like Gronn that are over ten meters tall. According to incomplete statistics, the number of Gronns barely reaches four digits. Often, one Gronn can lead an entire ogre clan, so Thrall is right. There will never be a spectacular scene of a thousand Gronns charging.

However, seeing that the Alliance position had to face a charge of at least five hundred sea giants, even though it was not the Horde that was facing the enemy directly, Thrall still worried about the Alliance.

If the Alliance’s first line collapsed easily, then in two days at most, it would be the Horde’s turn to fight these monsters.

In front of the terrifying height of the sea giants, the Horde’s arrow towers are just toys.

Thrall suddenly missed Orgrim’s Guard, an elite guard composed almost entirely of the strongest ogres.

"If it were them, perhaps they could fight against the army of sea giants." Thrall muttered.

On the mountainside, gazing at the large projection, Jaina asked Duke: "Is it really okay for you not to go to the front line?"

Duke said without even turning his head: "They...are the proof that I came into this world. If they fail, it will be my failure."

On the top of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande and Malfurion’s eyelids were twitching.

Tyrande: "Prepare for the ritual as soon as possible."

Malfurion: "Yes!"

At the same time, on the beach.

Turalyon finally gave the order in the command post: "Hinged bomb!"

What is a hinged bullet?

Originally, this thing was used in naval warfare. Two small iron balls were tied together with an iron chain. When the iron balls and iron chains were fired out of the barrel, if they happened to hit the target, the iron balls would be pulled by the iron chains to rotate continuously under the impact, breaking the mast of the enemy’s sailboat.

But by this time, the hinged bomb is more like an active defense system.

From the small bunker on the beach, a small steel cannon fired black hinged bullets, accurately hitting the ankles of the sea giant and tripping its huge body.

For a moment, the beach was filled with these huge creatures twisting their bodies.

Looking at the struggling giants, Turalyon raised his right hand and then swung it down quickly.

Turalyon’s adjutant immediately understood and gave the order he had prepared long ago: "Artillery Team No. 1, No. 1 firing element, three bursts!"

Behind a small hill further back on the beach, on an artillery position that had already been set up, the dwarf gunners were busy. Wearing earplugs, they communicated with each other using gestures and flags, pouring large numbers of mortar shells at the predetermined targets.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

After the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a series of loud explosions were heard.

The entire beach instantly turned into a flaming hell.

The sea giant’s crude leather clothes and shoulder armor made of the skulls of large deep-sea animals could not withstand the explosion damage of modern gunpowder civilization, and were immediately blown into pieces.

Some unlucky ones were directly killed by mortar shells blowing their heads off.

Perhaps, this is also a kind of luck.

Because their compatriots often have such strong vitality that they need to struggle on the beach for a longer time before they can finally breathe their last breath.

Observing all this through the telescope, Turalyon spat out a sentence: "Artillery Team No. 1, retreat!"

The adjutant seemed a little hesitant, because the situation was just right, if he fought two more waves... it would obviously be more effective.

After all, mortars of this era are not easy to install, and it is also troublesome to adjust the design parameters after moving them.

Turalyon’s thunderous shout followed: "Follow the order!"

The deputy regiment commander shuddered and immediately gave the order.

Fortunately, the alliance did not fight greedily.

The Burning Legion’s counterattack was almost as if the bombardment team retreated here, and then they arrived there: a group of gargoyles swooping down from the clouds in the sky.

They swooped down so fast that the Alliance’s griffins had no time to arrive at the scene. Unfortunately, they pounced on nothing and had to follow the griffin squadron that arrived later and fight in the sky.

On the sea, a figure that seemed to be standing on the water snorted coldly.

"waste!"

It was a big lich. He gently clenched his claws which were full of bones. The next second, screams came from beside him.

"Ah - sir, spare me -" It was a huge female Naga with a beautiful face, but every part of her body exuded a dangerous aura.

In the original history, she single-handedly directed the fall of the blood elf king Kael’thas and became Illidan’s sharpest minion. She was once the personal maid of Queen Azshara and the future Queen Vashj of the Fang.

Originally, she was not supposed to directly participate in the Burning Legion’s Mount Hyjal operation. However, by a trick of fate, she unexpectedly joined the Burning Legion in advance and became a vanguard in the invasion of Mount Hyjal.

"Useless trash, since you are still of some use to the Burning Legion, get out of here!" said the Archlich with great contempt.

"Thank you! Lord Reki Donghan!" Vashj hurriedly dived into the deep sea.

The beach was in a strange situation.

The Burning Legion stopped its attack, only the dying sea giant was still struggling, and even the bubbles rising from the sea surface disappeared.

Just when Turalyon was confused, he was startled by his adjutant’s reminder.

"look!"

Following the adjutant’s finger, Turalyon was surprised to find that the sea level had turned into the horizon.