Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 243: Forward to the Wasteland

The coalition's crusade against C'Thun entered the second stage as the Dragonborn Legion officially took over the Emerald Defense Line. After three days of rest, the Uldum dragons formed an overwhelming formation and flew straight to Silithus. Over the wilderness, the insect nests can already be seen here.

The remnants of the Aqir were not willing to be attacked like this. They also organized an air defense force. The flying zerg took to the air and formed a formation to launch a desperate attack on the dragons. The jet worms spitting bone spurs on the ground A dense air defense firepower network was also formed.

Despite this, the dragons involved in this operation did not flinch. They relied on their excellent mobility and tough dragon scales to resist these attacks, and spit out the dragon flames representing the anger of Azeroth towards the insect-covered land. The wasteland they occupy.

Flames, poisonous clouds, and cold winds swept across this wasteland. When the first wave of air strikes ended, only a piece of wasteland and insect corpses that were burned to ashes or frozen into ice sculptures were left in this area.

"Totalize our losses, quick."

Alexstrasza is very concerned about her own losses in this operation.

The statistical results are still in progress, and it will take some time to know the results. This time, because it was a sudden air strike, the bugs here were not prepared at all. Everyone in the coalition also knew that the main bodies of these bugs' nests were here. Underground, they can give up things on the surface at any time.

Therefore, more air strikes will be needed to further damage these bugs.

"The army from Uldum is about to enter the battlefield. Guys, it's time for us to go back and rest."

Malygos suggested as he looked at the huge army of Titan creations led by Thor.

In the air raid just now, he had exhausted all his magic power, and the frozen land burned by flames was his masterpiece.

His proposal was unanimously approved by all the dragon kings present. They had already wiped out the flying bugs, and even the remaining small groups of flying obsidian Tovirs could be dealt with.

"Purify this filth! For Azeroth!"

Thor stepped into the battlefield with a warhammer flashing with lightning in his hand. The surviving insect swarms re-excavated the entrances and exits of the caves that had collapsed due to air strikes, and came frantically towards the army of Titan creations.

The number of bugs is increasing, gradually forming a large sea of ​​bugs trying to submerge this army of Titan creations, but the number of the same army of Titan creations is also extremely terrifying.

With the completion of the construction of the frontline supply fulcrum, the mechanical gnomes and earth elves set up a series of Titan technology cannons, and the light of arcane energy shone on this wasteland.

The Southern Front's westward march was extremely smooth. The Northern Front, the Dragonborn Legion on the Emerald Line of Defense, also launched their own counterattack after Daza arrived at the front line.

The improved breech-loaded artillery, combined with the dragon language magic mastered by the dragonborn legion's spellcasters, poured into the swarms of insects under the guidance of the rangers who were scouting ahead.

The swarm of insects, like a tidal wave, was destroyed in the explosion and fire.

"Open the gate! Attack! For Azeroth!"

While ordering the entire army to attack, Simon transformed into the state of Dragon Hill. He held two elven scimitars in his hands and rushed towards the already scattered swarm of insects.

The gate opened, and the warriors of the Dragonborn Legion rushed out of the defense gate with guns in hand, and stepped onto the wasteland to launch an attack on these ancient enemies of the empire for thousands of years.

The dense sound of gunfire echoed in this wilderness, and the roar of artillery was like a timpani drum.

The zerg centurions who attacked the Emerald Defense Line did not expect that the Dragonborn Legion would launch such a large-scale counterattack today. In order to avoid further losses, they decisively ordered the army to retreat; they retreated to the Silithus Wasteland. , that is their home field.

"We win!"

Azshara stood on the city wall holding a musket in one hand, looking at the battlefield with wisps of smoke rising in the distance, and happily said to Vashj who was guarding her.

"I didn't expect these bugs to be anything more than that."

Regarding this victory, Vashj began to think that these bugs were nothing more than that. She thought it was because the Imperial Army was strong enough.

"It's still very early. This war is not that simple."

Dasa climbed onto the city wall in shining golden armor. He did not take the initiative as he did in the past, but chose to sit on the defensive line.

Because, so far, he has not found any enemy worthy of his attack.

With the existing imperial army, the defeat of these bugs is inevitable.

"His Majesty the First Emperor."

Vashj immediately saluted Dasa upon seeing him.

"Let me join the infantry formation in the next battle. My shooting is much more accurate than other soldiers."

Azshara once again tried to challenge Daza, waving the musket in her hand.

"No, just stay in the camp and don't run around anywhere. Without the ability to cast spells, you don't have any means of self-protection. Listen, girl, you don't want to see your companions trying to protect you. You, who died in front of you to protect you."

Dasa rejected Azshara's proposal without hesitation.

"I!"

Azshara really wanted to tell Dasa that she had seen it and experienced it.

But after looking at Vashj beside her, she suddenly became quiet.

In that year of wandering, she gained a lot and lost a lot, and even more gained and lost. Those companions who helped her and rescued her are people she will never forget in her life.

"Clear up, the tent is about to move forward, and we are preparing to go deep into the Silithus Wasteland. Vashj, keep an eye on this little girl."

Dasa watched the green smoke in the distance being extinguished, and then determined that the area ahead had been completely cleared, and it was time to move the headquarters forward.

"How is the war progressing on your side?"

The communication from the Virgin Mary was sent to the communicator on Dasa's wrist, and a projection of the bust of the Virgin Mary appeared.

"We have just left the fortifications. Our troops have already occupied the pass deep into the Silithus Wasteland and are ready to go deep into it. The reconnaissance force should have already gone deep."

Dasa was in a good mood at this time. He looked at the Holy Mother of Purity and said.

"Our Southern Legion has penetrated deep into the Silithus Wasteland. The dragon's air strikes combined with the attack of the Titan Creation Army led by Thor have attracted the attention of all the ancient gods. You must advance faster."

The Virgin Mother of Purity cut off communication with Dasa after reminding her.

After ending his communication with the Pure Virgins, Dasa chuckled.

"Enzos, what else do you want to say? Your old friend is about to die. Is there anything you want me to tell you?"

Daza, who was constantly being whispered by the ancient gods, took this opportunity to jump N'Zoth hard in the face.

"Smile, while you can be happy for a while now. All your struggles are in vain, and the world you are fighting to protect will come to an end."

N'Zoth continued his visions and whispers.

Dasa's mental tenacity far exceeded his expectations. Normally, such a mortal king should have surrendered to him long ago, but after such a long time, he only made his temper a little more grumpy.

Other than that, nothing seems to have changed. His will is as strong as steel!
"Everything will eventually come to an end, but this end is not decided by you. N'Zos, wash your neck and wait for me!" Daza hated the dilapidated future that N'zos showed him.

"O arrogant one! Your arrogance is worthless in the face of the coming crisis!"

N'Zoth continued his thoughts, but these were blocked by Daza.

It's a joke, who would listen to an old enemy chattering there, all the words of the other party are so noisy, it only increases his dislike of the other party, making him wish he could get rid of it quickly.

The desert of Silithus is huge, and the road ahead is very difficult.

What really hinders the advancement of the Imperial Army is not the insect swarm, but the natural environment in front of them.

The sandstorms that appear from time to time and the flowing sand greatly consume the energy of the Dragonborn Legion.

Today's imperial army is no longer the same as the troll army that used cold weapons ten thousand years ago. The current imperial army mainly uses hot weapons, supplemented by some cold weapons for self-defense.

Therefore, the amount of logistical supplies required by this force has increased significantly compared with the past.

The combat effectiveness of the Imperial Army with supplies and the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Army without supplies are completely two different situations.

During the march, you will also encounter attacks from some unexpected wild creatures in the desert, such as the giant sandworm not far away that stirred up dust all over the sky.

This kind of wild animal caused some trouble to the Dragonborn Legion and delayed some of their marching speed, but that was all.

The artillery and muskets set up were enough to drown this desperate guy with a barrage of steel.

"What a magical creature. Does it have any other value?"

Azshara, who was a mage, was very curious about this strange creature.

"If you are interested, you can communicate with the mages on the front line, of course after they return to camp."

Daza would not stop Azshara's curiosity. He felt that curiosity was a good thing.

During this period of fighting, Dasa also gradually learned some of the tactics and strategies of today's imperial legions. After all, the strategies and tactics of the cold weapon era are no longer suitable for the army that has entered the hot weapon era.

"Well, I see."

Azshara nodded, indicating that she understood.

The northern legion advanced slowly due to the natural environment, while the southern legion advanced slowly simply because there were too many insect swarms.

Perhaps C'Thun was stimulated after seeing such a large number of Titan creation legions in front of him, and he was doing his best to save himself.

On the one hand, he urged the insect swarm to attack with all their strength to delay the westward advancing Titan Legion. On the other hand, he was contacting N'zoth, hoping that he could help.

Originally, He was about to corrupt the entire Titan creations guarding the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj area. As a result, the secondary Titan guardian who suddenly appeared more than ten thousand years ago took away all the Titan creations guarding here. Let His plan fail.

Afterwards, although He contained and controlled a group of Aqirs and continued to grow them over the past ten thousand years, but now faced with the returning army of Titan Guardians, he found that he was still no match.

C'Thun was a little desperate.

"Are you desperate? C'Thun. Do you feel what I felt back then?!"

In the eternally sealed prison, a clear female voice suddenly appeared, and a female elf with long purple hair combed to one side appeared here.

"Xal'atath."

C'Thun's big eyes blinked at the female elf outside the prison.

"Uh-huh, it's finally time for you idiots to pay the price, hahaha!"

Xal'atath enjoys seeing his former colleagues.

"We have not failed, and you are not here for no reason. What do you want?"

C'Thun didn't think that Xal'atath came all the way to him just for this meaningless taunt. He must have come to tell him something.

"My soul fragment."

Xal'atath looked at C'Thun with wide eyes.

"What benefits can I get?"

C'Thun's big eyes stared blankly at Xal'atath.

"Your ability to protect yourself."

Xal'atath chuckled and looked at the other party.

After listening to Xal'atath's words, C'Thun was silent for a while and then released a large piece of soul fragments. These were the few things left when he devoured Xal'atath.

Xalatas saw that there was only such a small piece left, and there was no expression on her face. She took back what belonged to her, and at the same time threw a purple-black scimitar full of the style of the ancient gods. In front of this prison.

After doing all this, Xal'atath took cat steps and left C'Thun's sealed land. Before leaving, he took a photo of the big red button on the wall.

As the button was clicked, the originally quiet alarm sounded loudly in the sealed prison. C'Thun also felt that the seals the Titans had placed on him were being weakened layer by layer. Although he had not completely broken away from the seal, at least Now He has the power to create the Faceless Ones.

An army of faceless men was enough to delay him enough time to get out of trouble.

Void will surely sweep this world!The order of the Titans will be destroyed.

In the desert northeast of Silithus, the dragonborn army was marching slowly along some fixed sand dunes. According to the reconnaissance information in the sky, the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj was still southwest of their current location.

The scorching sun made these warriors from the North feel very uncomfortable, but fortunately the spellcasters in the team could alleviate their discomfort.

Only when the sun sets in the west does the intense heat dissipate.

In the big tent at night, Dasa welcomed an unexpected guest.

"You have changed so much, mortal."

Xalatas appeared very unexpectedly in Dasa's tent. His appearance was definitely not good news for Dasa.

Because this ancient god who escaped from trouble is really too dangerous.

"Sarah, Tas."

(End of this chapter)