Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 776: If I could give him a sword

Chapter 776: If I could give him a sword

The Alliance soldiers, who had just repelled the Burning Legion’s first wave of attacks, were stunned.

The sea turned into land?

What’s going on?

Every soldier felt that his brain was not enough.

Moreover, the water on the beach suddenly receded, and only rugged rocks and gravel exposed to the air could be seen in the place where there was water before.

Turalyon still reacts the fastest!

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat quickly! All frontline positions close to the coast must evacuate, and half of the second-line positions must be evacuated first! Don’t worry about the equipment! Evacuate the people first!"

When the emergency evacuation order was issued, the entire beach was in an uproar.

Nowadays, the best at using artillery are the dwarves, so most of the people deployed on the front line of the beach are dwarves.

These horizontally developing guys walked with their short legs and evacuated at an extremely fast pace through the large pipes preset behind the bunker, following the arrows.

It was busy but not chaotic. In less than five minutes, all the alliance forces within a hundred meters of the beach were evacuated.

It was not until then that everyone noticed that there seemed to be a blue sea line in front of the horizon that suddenly appeared on the sea.

The commanders looked more closely through telescopes and discovered that it was a super tsunami that was powerful enough to completely destroy the entire coastal defense line!

The terrifying waves were at least ten stories high, and just looking at them made one feel mentally overwhelmed.

"No! Damn it! Keep retreating! Second line!" Turalyon felt like he was going to collapse.

Although Duke told him again and again to release his power of phenomena and impose the most terrifying situations on the Burning Legion, who could have imagined that the Burning Legion would not resort to a landing battle or to bring hundreds of "ships" over, but would directly use a huge island to crash into them?

Ever since Emperor Thoradin founded the Arathor Empire, there has never been a military academy that teaches commanders to be careful of enemies crashing into them during beach defense battles.

Suddenly, Duke’s voice came into the command post via magic communication.

"The third line of defense is also evacuated - the fourth line of defense is evacuated at one, three, six, and seven points. The troops on the remaining high ground do not need to move."

"Abandon passages 3, 5, 8, and 11 after evacuation. They will be flooded and unusable."

"The 2nd Dwarf Steam Tank Regiment is preparing for a counter-charge. In five minutes, follow the order to enter the pre-set tank trench. Don’t worry about the accumulation of water. The tanks will be left there."

"The third, fourth, and fifth artillery teams are ready to advance the barrage. The firing parameters are A3, B7, and C4!"

"All griffins are dispatched, with the front army forming a crane wing formation, and the rear army forming a long snake formation."

No one understood how Duke came to this conclusion.

To be honest, giving orders beyond one’s level is a big taboo, as it will affect the prestige of the on-site commander.

However, in the face of such a devastating attack, preserving the troops was the top priority. If the adjutants hurriedly passed down the general orders, the evacuation that had been orderly at the beginning would become extremely chaotic.

"Apologies!" Turalyon bowed to Duke’s reflection.

"It’s not your fault! It’s difficult for you to let a human melee commander command an artillery system that even the dwarves don’t understand. I will write an Artillery Command Manual for the Alliance." Duke said lightly.

Turalyon was in awe of Duke.

During the ten years when Duke disappeared, the military of various countries focused on studying Duke’s battle examples. They all pessimistically discovered that Duke’s various war inventions, tactics, and tactical thinking were at least fifty years ahead of the entire Eastern Kingdom continent.

If Duke had not emerged out of nowhere, integrated the alliance in advance, and carried out various tactics and strategies that are still considered exaggerated today, the Alliance would have paid the price of at least 500,000 more soldiers killed and 3 million civilians killed.

Of course, no military leader thought that this was the work of a time traveler, and most of them thought it was just the fantasy of a mysterious wizard.

Ten minutes later, when most of the troops had successfully evacuated, the huge wave finally crashed into the shore with the momentum of a god’s hand knocking it down to the mortal world.

The sand and gravel on the coast flew into the sky.

The corpses of deep-sea giants weighing more than ten tons, as well as the small bunkers on the coast that could only accommodate two dwarves and a small cannon, all flew into the sky like toys thrown aside by naughty children.

Even the alliance headquarters, which was five kilometers away from the beach, could clearly feel the strong vibration.

The wooden kitchen outside the headquarters was creaking as if it was under some unimaginable pressure. Its wooden walls, floors, doors, and windows were all trembling as if they would fall apart at any time. The ingredients on the wooden table and cutting board jumped up and scattered all over the floor like freshly cooked popcorn.

Turalyon and other commanders were suddenly extremely glad that their command post was made of reinforced concrete. Although in Duke’s opinion, the cement mixed with the brittle and inferior steel and volcanic ash was not up to standard, it was really much better than the tofu dregs of the wooden house.

Before, some people complained about the lingering smell of cement and limestone in the command post, but now everyone was just feeling grateful.

Finally, the huge island that looked like a continent and where the Burning Legion was located appeared in front of everyone.

Whether it was the Alliance on the beach of Azshara or the leaders of various races watching the live broadcast on Mount Hyjal, they were all stunned.

That is...

A zombie craze that will be counted in the millions.

At the end of the dark, almost endless sea of ​​zombies, you need a high-powered telescope to see large groups of Burning Legion demons that are more than five meters tall, ready to go.

Fortunately, all the people here are veterans, and Duke’s precise and detailed orders down to the trenches just now allowed the alliance to avoid more than 90% of the losses, otherwise the panic would have broken out uncontrollably by now.

Duke hesitated for a moment and said, "Turalyon, Brian, I leave this to you."

They both answered in unison: "Yes!"

Less than half a minute after Duke’s image disappeared, a deafening cannon shot suddenly rang out.

Listening to the sharp whistling sound coming from the sky, the Burning Legion commander Razzak on the huge floating island showed a puzzled expression.

Unlike those liches who are loyal to the Lich King, Reki Winterbitter is the most fanatical follower of the Burning Legion. His powerful magic and cruel demonic spells make him a capable general under Kil’jaeden.

To be honest, Archimonde looked down on the combat power of the Scourge.

In the eyes of the commander of the Burning Legion, zombies, ghouls and the like are just broken things that are not even as good as dolls.

Razzak convinced Archimonde with a reason: "My lord, the humans and orcs defending Mount Hyjal are as weak as these zombies. If you go down in person, you probably won’t enjoy the fun of fighting."

Archimonde was never afraid of god-like enemies.

When Sargeras recruited him and Kil’jaeden to join his group, they fought hard against the Pantheon’s creation Titans.

So when he heard that the opponent was weak, Archimonde hesitated. Because many demon armies were pulled to the outer magic circle defense line of Azeroth by Kil’jaeden to attract the guardian dragon. He did not have many demons under his direct command.

Considering this, he agreed.

"Leiki, the task of cleaning up the garbage is now left to you. Don’t call me until the strong man from the opposite side comes out."

But now, Razzak felt that he might have failed to live up to expectations.

Because he and his men had to face the most insane cannon of this era.

Before Duke was knocked into the void, he had proposed the theory of rifling to the dwarves and gnomes. Only by adding rifling to the barrel of the cannon can the cannonball have a stable trajectory and the fired cannonball be controlled.

Otherwise, in this era of muzzle-loading guns, even the best gunners would not be able to predict where the shell would hit after it flew two kilometers. Anyone with an error of less than a hundred meters would be considered a master gunner.

In Duke’s opinion, without sufficient industrial foundation, it would be impossible to build a cannon that could fire shells five kilometers away. After all, this involves a lot of things such as steel quality, lathe accuracy, etc., which are black technologies in this world and this era.

The funny thing is that Duke once again underestimated the abilities of the dwarves and gnomes.

Dwarfs never lack imagination, they only lack reliable imagination.

Duke’s successful experience, which had been verified and practiced countless times on Earth, was simply God’s will in the eyes of the dwarves. Because in the eyes of Gelbin and other great craftsmen, Duke could find the road to success without failure, and Duke was the true god of craftsmen.

Since it was God’s instruction and work, how could the dwarf not fight to the death to complete it.

Maybe one day Duke will be in a good mood and suddenly think of how to clean up the radiation in the dwarfs’ hometown of Gnomeregan. Then the dwarfs will really be saved.

So the steel quality is not good and it will explode?

Then can I just make the barrel thicker and bigger?

How many shots will it take to explode?

My worst-case scenario is that the barrel is only used once, right?

You want high-precision rifling?

Look at my dwarf skills - tie a rope to the gun barrel, drill into it, and use a hammer and chisel to carve out a perfect rifling.

The result is the 36 Little Duke Cannons placed on the beach of Azshara.

Its barrel has a caliber of 800 mm and is 10 meters long. When the gun is deployed and fixed in combat mode, it is 28 meters long, 5 meters high and weighs 288 tons.

It sounds like the caliber is much smaller than the "small steel cannon" that killed countless orcs in the Battle of Blackrock Mountain thirteen years ago.

However, if we consider that the range of this Little Duke Cannon is more than four times longer than that of the ’Small Steel Cannon’, with a maximum range of over 10 kilometers, any commander with a brain would know that the military value of the Little Duke Cannon is a completely epoch-making product.

If it weren’t for the equally unscrupulous Dalaran mages who developed an upgraded version of the military magic Protective Artillery Shells based on the Protective Arrows magic specifically for use in mage towers during the past decade, the dwarves might have had the strength to conquer the world.

That’s going too far.

Such a huge machine encountered great difficulties in assembly, transportation and firing test. However, in order to save the world, the dwarf craftsmen assembled 36 Little Duke Cannons within three days.

When a cannonball weighs more than three tons and the dwarf secret room guard needs to use God descends to earth to transform into a small giant to load the cannonball, you can imagine that the power of the explosion cannot be small at all!

The huge floating island, which had come close to the edge of the beach, produced a continuous and terrible storm.

First there was a powerful explosion that shook the earth. At the front edge of the floating island, not to mention the zombies where the shells landed, even the thinner edge of the island was directly blown down, causing the horrific effect of land sinking.

Anything within the direct range of the shells disintegrated immediately, no matter if you were an elite ghoul with a body as strong as steel, a gargoyle made of hard obsidian, or a bone dragon with extremely thick bones, all of them turned into countless fragments and flew away like butterflies in a storm.

The metal shrapnel splashed out by the exploding shells easily tore into pieces all the standing creatures nearby.

Even the zombies three hundred meters away were blown to and fro. Even the undead monster Abomination, which weighed more than five tons and was made up of a large number of corpses, was like a ball of grass blown away by the strong wind caused by the explosion, and no one knew where it rolled to.

"What’s going on!? Can anyone tell me what’s going on?" Razzak was furious in the soul connection network.

"It seems to be human artillery." A low-level lich replied.

"Bullshit! Of course I know about cannons, but they can’t fire that far!"

Under this horrific blow, even the Scourge, a legion that was known to have no morale problems, could not control itself and fell into chaos.

Five minutes passed quickly.

The terrifying whistling sound was heard again in the sky.

This time, Razzak chose to let the liches cast spells and set up a huge magic barrier.

The next moment, the power of science and industry and the mysterious power of magic that had nothing to do with each other collided in mid-air. At that moment, the entire eastern sky was sparkling with the glow of magic.

Frost elements and dark forces formed dense runes in the sky that emitted evil auras. These runes formed a huge shield that resisted the kinetic energy brought by the huge shells.

Originally, this overlapping gray-black shield seemed to be able to resist these shells, but when the first shell was detonated by magic in mid-air, clear cracks suddenly appeared on the entire magic shield. Countless magic runes exploded in mid-air, and the destruction immediately spread in all directions.

The protective shield built with the magic power of liches such as Razzak could not withstand just 12 super shells.

The result was that 24 shells landed closer to the center of the island, and there seemed to be a delay before the destructive shock wave swept across the entire front of the island.

Although Tyrande and Malfurion were already concentrating on their own work, they were still attracted by the horrifying explosions and light and shadows in the projected image.

Their faces, which were naturally slightly purple, now looked a little pale.

"By Elune, are the Alliance’s weapons so terrible now?" Tyrande gasped, but she immediately patted her chest as if she was afraid: "Fortunately, it fell on the heads of the Burning Legion."

Malfurion was more objective: "It’s alright. This level of attack is far from enough to break through the magic circle of Mount Hyjal. Moreover, the strength of the Alliance is at least a good thing for us now. But this reminds me..."

"Um..."

The two night elf bosses were silent.

So similar!

As survivors who had personally experienced that horrific scene, they could not help but think of the explosion of the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the entire world of Azeroth only had one continent, Kalimdor.

At that time, the territory of the Troll Empire spanned the entire continent, accounting for nearly 70% of the continent’s area.

At that time, the civilization of the High Elves was extremely prosperous, and Queen Azshara’s power was unparalleled.

With the earth-shattering explosion, everything changed dramatically. The huge continent of Kalimdor was blown into three large pieces (actually four pieces, the night elves thought Pandaria was gone). The Troll Empire’s separatist soldiers began to weaken. The upper elves who advocated bringing the Burning Legion into Azeroth were exiled to the depths of the sea, cursed, and turned into today’s Naga.

Fortunately, the heavy gunfire only brought back bad memories for Tyrande and Malfurion...

Over there, on the giant island where the Burning Legion is located, the situation is very exciting.

At that moment, the entire island seemed to have suffered a terrible earthquake. Huge wrinkles appeared on the wide ground near the front of the island, and all the zombies who were unable to dodge fell into the deep gaps and were crushed into meat patties. The towering stone peaks in front of the island that had been transformed into sentry towers collapsed like dominoes, affecting countless undead monsters.

"Attack! Attack! Rush to the shore immediately--" Razzak gave the order in a panic.

He finally understood that letting the undead stay on the island would only make them targets and be consumed meaninglessly. Even if the island had not yet completely washed up on the coast of Azshara and thrown the undead into the sea, those idiots would at least walk on the seabed and complete the landing.

Many zombies with missing limbs jumped into the sea according to the orders of high-level liches and necromancers.

In such a chaotic situation, only less than 10% of the frontline troops were evacuated. Instead, a large number of gargoyles flew into the air and began to cause casualties to the alliance.

The Griffin Legion only blocked most of them, and the Dwarf Knight’s Storm Hammer also smashed many gargoyles into rubble, which scattered like flowers from the sky. However, many gargoyles still swooped down to the Alliance’s position.

Every time they attack from the sky, it always brings about a bloody storm.

Or disembowel some poor wretch.

Or carry some more pitiful fellow up into the air and drop him down from high above, smashing him into a pulp.

Or maybe they were unlucky enough to run into a Paladin defending nearby and were directly blown up by the Hammer of Wrath.

"Asshole, wait for my troops to reach the shore..." Lich Rei thought maliciously.

At this time, a large number of undead creatures swarmed ashore like a tide.

The dwarven steam tanks that had just rushed into the pre-built tank trench began to open fire.

"Fire, fire! They are antiques from thirteen years ago anyway! Let them exert their remaining energy! Fire with all your might, and don’t be afraid of the barrels exploding!" Brian commanded loudly, his thunderous roar spreading throughout the entire front-line position.

The old dwarven steam tanks still use old smoothbore mortars, with thick barrels and short range, but still powerful. Especially as the heroic weapons that ended the Second Dark Gate War, it feels like this is the final destination of these tanks, which adds a special meaning.

The dwarf gunners sweated as they loaded the shells and fired at an efficiency close to the barrel’s limit. When these experienced gunners found that the barrel was overheating, they simply abandoned the tank and ran away. They climbed onto the mine carts that had been prepared on the narrow rails with their short legs, cranked the levers, and "whoosh" started the human-powered mine carts and ran away.

Razzak was almost mad with rage.

The one million undead troops under his direct command had lost 30% before they even met the enemy. Another 10% were lost due to various reasons such as falling into the sea and being washed away by the tide and being pressed by the floating island.

As soon as they landed, the despicable dwarves ignored the zombies and ghouls and fired directly at the few crypt demons, blowing the large spiders to pieces. That was not all. The vanguard was almost close to the steel cannons, but the dwarves ran faster than rabbits with their pitifully short legs and didn’t catch many people alive.

Without corpses, the Scourge couldn’t launch their snowball attack, which they were so good at, and the losses could not be made up.

Razzak could already imagine that if Archimonde, who was resting in the back, knew about this, he would be in trouble.

He could only get ruthless and push his troops forward with all his might.

At this moment, the huge cannon sound that had stopped for a long time and everyone thought would never happen again suddenly rang out again.

Lei Ji was stunned.

He would never have imagined that the reason why the huge cannon, which could fire a round every five minutes, stopped for so long was because Turalyon personally ordered the Little Duke Cannon to adjust the firing parameters and aim at him who was in front of the island.

"Can cannons kill undead liches?" asked Turalyon’s adjutant.

"It shouldn’t work. But even if we can paralyze the command of the Scourge for a short period of time, it would be a good thing." Turalyon decided to give it a try.

The huge shells that fell down with a bang, although they were blocked, Razzak failed again. The shells fell densely in the area where he was, and even though he was a powerful Grand Magus-level lich, he was pushed into the rubble of a collapsed stone pillar with a muffled groan when he almost ran out of magic power.

His guards were in even greater disarray. Since Death Knights were not very afraid of physical impact, they did not take much damage, but they still staggered. Many Death Knights were even blown away and fell heavily dozens of meters away.

Through the telescope, I saw the figure with white frost elements wrapped all over his body standing up again in the dust.

Turalyon gritted his teeth in hatred.

"If I use Quel’Zalaam to strike him with the sword at this moment..." Turalyon thought maliciously.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared behind .

Before anyone could react, a golden rapier had already stabbed from the back, piercing Razzak’s chest.