Stratholme God

Chapter 1476 'Mysterious' reinforcement

Demons are not afraid of death because the core of their souls [soul core] is pressed in the hands of the big boss Sargeras.

As long as the physical body is destroyed, they can return to the twisting void to reshape the physical body and be resurrected again.

There is a premise for this, which is based on the fact that the soul is not seriously damaged.

The soul core is the core, but not the whole of the soul.Most of the soul body is lost outside and cannot be returned, so the resurrection will be very long, and most of the memory will be lost.

At that time, 'I' is not 'myself'.

This is what the devil fears most.

Obviously, the space fleet on the opposite side perfectly targeted this point.

The demons don't know how this mysterious fleet did it. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the opponent is definitely the life and death enemy of the Burning Legion.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

"Call for support!"

"What are the fleets in the back doing? Hurry up and enter!"

No one knows how many demons there are in the Burning Legion.Some say four trillion.Some say ten trillion.There are different opinions, and no one is sure.

In fact, even Mr. Sa himself doesn't know how many subordinates he has, let alone other high-level demons.

The Burning Legion is composed of nine demon races including the Eredar, the Fel Lord, and the Shivarra.In addition to the core demon race, there are also a large number of vassal races such as imps, demon hounds, and void demons.

The core race doesn't take the vassals seriously, and the boss doesn't take the younger ones seriously.The entire legion is such a model where the boss controls the subordinate leaders, and the little boss pulls a bunch of younger brothers to burn, kill and loot for the boss.

One thing can be confirmed, the number of demons is indeed measured in [billions], and then...

There are really many spaceships!

Just after [-]% to [-]% of these spaceships were blown up, more green transition lights appeared about [-] kilometers away from the main battlefield.

A group of fifteen thousand demon warships arrived.

The key point is the battleship, not the number of demons.

Inside each battleship, there are at least four digits of big and small demons.

"McDonald, can your friend stand up?" Alexstrasza's voice was a little cautious.Not to mention the second batch, the first batch alone has exceeded the upper limit that the entire Red Dragon Army can bear.The entire space battlefield depends on whether McDonald's reinforcements are strong.

"I know." McDonnell watched this scene with a blank face. He even had time to touch Ysera's head, and then smiled: "The Burning Legion is indeed strong, but it just so happens that my Friends are strong too."

in line with his announcement.

Those who were staring at this scene immediately noticed a new change in the sky—it was almost a pinch, and another batch of interstellar warships jumped over.

Huge shadows turned from imaginary to real.

It was a very Stratholme-style space battleship——

Generally speaking, for the sake of balance, space battleships are often designed to be more rounded, because the output of each engine of the spaceship is different, and if the balance is not adjusted properly, it will keep spinning.

These warships defy this law of the universe with their unique technology tree.

For example, the one in the monitoring screen of the magic mirror in the Royal Study Room: a five-kilometer-long giant ship with four artillery decks and a towering stern.The thick gun barrels on the deck have a diameter of more than 30 meters but are less than 100 meters long, reminiscent of the mortars of the old days of Azeroth.

The body of the ship is covered with embossed gold trims, giving people an extremely flamboyant and flashy feeling.

It is obvious that this fleet is not on the same road as the previous fleet.

When this fleet deployed its formation one by one, it immediately used artillery with a slightly different technology tree to drag the new demon fleet into a storm of destruction.

The strange fleet that suddenly appeared is friendly again?
Both Dragon Rest Temple and the top management of the alliance were dumbfounded.

Artillery doesn't lie!

The two mysterious fleets expressed their positions in the simplest and most straightforward way.

"What's going on here?" During the throne meeting, the leaders who received the news sent inquiries one after another.

The leader, of course, was Tyrande who was pushed out.

Don't say that Tyrande gave birth to a baby for the dog thief, just looking at the trembling and trembling large Mount Hyjal, McDonnell couldn't refuse.

Connected to the magic mirror group of the Throne Conference, McDonald said: "Please rest assured, that is the ally I brought in. The Burning Legion has destroyed thousands of planets, and many of them don't like their existence. We have a common enemy. Sir Velen, do you agree?"

"Of course." Velen nodded vigorously.

Not many people noticed the gleam in Velen's eyes.

In fact, the old magic stick cursed in his heart: I believed in your evil, I knew that there are such powerful forces in the universe, why should I join the group of primitive people of your alliance.

Even though the Draenei were poor and settled, they were once wealthy. Even if most of the technological civilization in their hands was lost, those interstellar warships would not lie.

At this moment, Sally Whitemane, who was in charge of communication during the throne meeting, suddenly raised her hand and said in a trembling voice, "Report! There is an external communication request to access."

"External?" Magni froze for a moment.

If it was an old acquaintance like Wyrmrest Temple, Sally would definitely not use the word 'external'.

Khadgar frowned. "What communication?"

"The one using arcane energy is exactly the same as our magical communication system. It comes from... outer space."

This is the most shocking.

"Access." McDonald said lightly.

A few seconds later, a handsome human image with yellow skin and black hair appeared in the mirror.

He began to introduce himself in fluent lingua franca:
"My name is Duke. This time, at the request of His Excellency Macdonald Stratholme, I am sending reinforcements on behalf of the Galactic Order Council. According to our prior negotiation with the Azeroth Star Soul, we will be responsible for the battle outside the planet's atmosphere. Stop every Burning Legion warship attempting to break into the atmosphere. As part of the agreement, we will not participate in the crusade against demons below the atmosphere unless we receive further requests from the Star Soul."

"Excuse me..." Varian said boldly: "What is the Galactic Order Council?"

Duke glanced at King Wa with a strange look in his eyes: "Ask McDonnell about this."

Magni pressed, "How many spaceships do you have, and how many troops can come to help?"

"Military secrets, no comment!" Duke gave Magni a soft nail: "It can definitely be blocked, but it is impossible to completely block it. Even if only one ten-thousandth of the warships break in, it is enough for you to drink a pot of."

"I have another question..." Velen said.

Unexpectedly, Duke didn't want to show Velen's face at all, and just ignored him: "I still want to command the fleet, so that's it. If you have any questions, you can ask McDonnell. Whether he says it or not is his business."

(End of this chapter)