Stratholme God

Chapter 1490 The sluggish Mother of Light

McDonnell glanced at Azshara twice, the kind of gaze that penetrated her body to the darkest and most unseen corners of the soul, made Azshara's heart tremble, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

"Looks like you've at least put yourself in the right place."

With a word from McDonald, Azshara immediately let Azshara catch her breath. She knew that she had passed the test, and she immediately crawled down again and bowed deeply.

"Thank you master for your mercy."

"No, make no mistake. The emperor's mercy is not so cheap."

With those words, Azshara's nerves that had just been relaxed immediately tensed up again.

Sure enough, the next paragraph came from Macdonald: "Get things done this time. After defeating Sargeras, I allow the upper elves to become the first-class race in the alliance."

Azshara was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

As the former rulers of the Kaldorei, the Highborne would not be as good as the night elves and high elves in the alliance, it would be fine for a short time, but after a long time, Azshara would not be able to suppress the elves below.This is enough to give her face.

She took face, so naturally she had to pay for it.

The status of the high elves has come up, but they didn't mention Naga.This is to cut her off from the power of the sea clan under her.However, even with Naga and Murloc in hand, can she turn the world upside down?

This is actually the greatest gift McDonald can give her.

"Thank you for the gift of my lord. I... I will definitely deal with those traitors."

Macdonald swept her frightened face mixed with joy and flattery, as if to chase away a fly: "Go."

When Azshara left, McDonnell rested his right hand on the armrest and tapped the desk with his left index finger, thinking about the current situation.

The course of history has long since changed.

I don't know if many events will happen again, after all, many big events are messed up.For example, normally it should be the [Emerald Dream] that comes out now, because N'Zoth is going to jump out, forcing Xavius ​​to jump out first and give it away without following the time node.

Thanks to the old iron Savis, let McDonald like to mention the Dragon King Empress.

And the upcoming battle of Suramar City will undoubtedly become much easier because of Azshara's intervention.

McDonnell felt confident and removed all the Nightborne bosses. Now that Gul'dan died at the hands of Duke, a good buddy in the Galactic Council, most of the raids in [Night Fortress] have been abolished. .

That's why McDonald dared to let Lao Wu go to Suramar with 2 groups.

Just as McDonnell was preparing for the attack on Suramar City, in the distant void, a glittering golden fleet was folding and flying in space.

In the universe, there are very few ships with such a flamboyant appearance, full of golden eyes.Luckily it's not some gold, but pure... holy light.

Looking in through the brilliant golden surface, you can see the streamlined hull of the very draenei style.

Rather than saying that this is a space battleship, it is better to say that it is a Draenei temple in the shape of a football.The vine-like lavender metal outer wall is wrapped with dark purple glass-like portholes, making everything look beautiful.

Inside the hull, in the spacious bridge, a paper figure suspended in mid-air, no, it was the golden Naru who spoke.

She is the eldest sister of Naruli, Zela, Mother of Light.

Facing a paladin in the strike direction, her majestic and sacred voice echoed throughout the audience.

"Turalyon! I understand your desire to save home, but this is our maximum speed."

That's right, the white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of him was the last of the Alliance's long-lost Silver Five Saints—Turalyon.

When the outer domain exploded that year, Turalyon ordered the army to evacuate, but unfortunately he himself was involved in the turbulence of time and space. Fortunately, he was picked up by the Holy Light Army and escaped death.

Zela, the mother of the Holy Light, discovered his talent in the Holy Light, and personally baptized him, making him an extremely powerful and immortal [Lightcaster].

Thereafter, in the Twisting Nether of Azeroth, where the flow of time is very different, Turalyon fought with the Legion of the Light and the demons of the Burning Legion for countless years.

In the outside world, maybe it's just 20 years.

In the Twisting Nether, this has been millennia.

With brand-new power and the entire Legion of the Holy Light, Turalyon and Zela rushed back as soon as they learned of the attack on Azeroth.

Although he recognized MacDonald's ability, Turalyon was still worried. He couldn't imagine his hometown falling under the iron heel of the Burning Legion.

"Hope we make it in time," Turalyon sighed.

Suddenly, the light-forged draenei navigator reported: "Approaching the target space... This... the target space is undergoing a large-scale space battle at the level of the space fleet. The danger of energy turbulence, please temporarily fine-tune the jump coordinates."

Turalyon and Zela were taken aback at the same time.

Where is the space fleet in Azeroth?
Turalyon knew best about his own technological level.

It’s okay to pull some primitive cannons out. Speaking of the space fleet, isn’t that too ridiculous?

While Turalyon was in a daze, Zela made a final decision: "Agreed to fine-tune."

The light and shadow flew out of the porthole of the spaceship, and those who were not at the level of an astral mage would not feel the slight twist when the light and shadow passed.

Not long after, the scene outside suddenly changed, from an extremely dynamic to a relatively static starry sky.

Turalyon and Zera were no strangers to the starry universe, but what really made them feel very strange was the mysterious and huge fleet that surrounded the planet Azeroth.

"This is..." Turalyon's pupils suddenly shrank into a small particle.

There is no need for an optical observation instrument to help zoom in, just from a distance, the flashes emitted by the mysterious fleet's tens of thousands of artillery salvos instantly whitened the faces of every soldier of the Holy Light Corps.

The beam cannon swept across half of the star field at high speed, and bombarded the old enemy of the Legion of Holy Light—the battleship of the Burning Legion.

In the past, the fel energy shields that would collapse after being bombarded by the holy light warships were useless, and the inflated flashes represented the bursting of legion warships.

The light produced by the continuous explosions on the legion warships strongly stimulated the eyes of the lightcasters.

It is completely conceivable what it must be like in the exploding legion battleship—sparks are everywhere, and the frenzied turbulent flow of destruction is tearing apart the demon's body, but the demons have nowhere to escape.

These demon troops, which were enough to destroy a planet casually, just died meaninglessly at the hands of these mysterious enemies.

However, the battleships of the Burning Legion seem to have received some kind of death order. They keep jumping out of other distant galaxies, rushing forward without fear as cannon fodder, in order that the landing ships can be killed with a one-in-a-hundred chance. Avoid the intensive protection of the Guardian Fleet, and forcefully break into the atmosphere of the planet Azeroth.

Zela spoke, her voice almost whispering: "Where is the powerful fleet coming from? In this universe, is there really a space fleet that surpasses the Burning Legion?"

(End of this chapter)