Stratholme God

Chapter 1492 It's not delicious!

In his heart, Zela didn't know how many times he scolded Turalyon.

This damn thing is what you call the Ai Xing natives! ?
Zela's arrogance comes from high technology.

The higher races in the universe always have a sense of superiority over the "uncivilized", primitive races that have not yet gotten rid of the shackles of the planet and cannot travel in space.

They may randomly capture creatures of lower races for dissection, research, and domestication, or modify them according to their own needs, and give them some [Flesh and Weakness], [Mechanical Ascension] and so on.

For example, turning Turalyon into a Lightforged, in Zela's view, this is likely to be a gift.

Yes, I bestowed intelligence and strength on a savage creature.

Thank me, stupid human beings!

Probably Zela had such a condescending mentality before.

But what about now?
Indigenous?

What nonsense!

Is the thousand-meter giant ship suspended in mid-air next to it a balloon?

Even if Zela doesn't recognize that the thousand-meter-long giant ship [Richelieu] hovering in front of her own battleship is using some kind of modified or beggar's version of [Warp Speed ​​Engine], this does not prevent her from estimating the weight of the battleship to calculate The approximate power of the engine.

With such an engine, changing to an aircraft with a smaller weight will definitely break through the shackles of the planet's gravity.

This means that the humans of Azeroth are not uncivilized inferior races, but top-level races with interstellar-level technological capabilities and strong individual combat power.

If there is only one of the two, they will still be beaten by the Burning Legion.Zela has seen too many partial races being wiped out by demons in this universe.

The alliance has both, so it's not her turn to underestimate others.

It is not certain who underestimates whom.

Ze Lalang said: "Okay! The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion came all the way, and they are actually a little tired. If you are not in a hurry, then so be it."

Rivendell nodded: "Please rest assured, we are temporarily in an overwhelming advantage over the Burning Legion. If Sargeras himself does not appear for a day, this situation will not change much."

"What if... Sargeras is resurrected?"

Rivendell smiled mysteriously: "The Goddess of Fate has already marked the price on each of her gifts. Obviously, the Alliance happens to be the one who can afford the price."

Turalyon's heart skipped a beat.It is certainly a good thing that the alliance has the confidence to defeat the Burning Legion.But he felt that bringing back the Legion of Holy Light seemed a bit redundant!

Under the guidance of the airship, the spaceship of the Holy Light Legion came to a floating island belonging to the wind element.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but after looking at it, you will find that the entire floating island has been built according to the standards of the space airport.

The huge well-shaped grid, each grid is filled with almost liquid energy of the wind element, the spaceship descends as if it descended into a lake.

Unlike lake water, there is no need to adjust the 'water level' in the grid, as the wind elemental will adapt itself to the size and weight of the spaceship, ensuring its center position is within the alignment range of the gangway.

After a large number of light-forged draenei disembarked, they suddenly found that in the rest area of ​​the airport, all the chairs and tables were height-adjustable, allowing them to fit their body shapes at will.

They were surprised to find that apart from the guards, even the waiters were a mix of different races, including not only humans, elves, and dwarves, but also their Draenei compatriots.

This inexplicable intimacy surprised the Lightcasters.After asking, he knew that the Alliance had given the wandering Delaney a large territory, and now nearly 80 Delaney compatriots lived in the Feralas area.After joining the alliance, the number of Draenei newborns increased by [-], which is undoubtedly a symbol of a good life.

Turalyon was somewhat apprehensive, and some of them chatted with Rivendell about the status quo of the alliance.Rivendell also inquired about the Legion of Holy Light without any trace.

Both sides were more or less frightened by each other.

Of course, things like being frightened are undoubtedly big on one side and small on the other.

Zela rarely interrupted the whole process, and no one could figure out what the Mother of the Holy Light was thinking.

Finally at night, after dinner, finally came the news that the emperor was free to meet them.It was just that when he took the small boat of the Holy Light Legion to the main island of the Fengshen Throne where McDonald was located, Zela turned his head: "Huh?"

What she locked her eyes on was an alliance flying destroyer flying away from the island from another direction.

"What?" Turalyon asked.

"A nasty smell."

Instead, Rivendell spoke uprightly: "Oh, that is probably the Void Elf, representing the Great Magister Ubrick Your Excellency. Not long before you arrived, these elves who studied the power of the void also returned to Aize under the guidance of fate. Lars, I intend to join the great cause of fighting against the Burning Legion. I have been emphasizing that the Alliance is a multi-racial and multi-national union. As long as you love peace and are willing to contribute to fighting against evil organizations such as the Burning Legion, you don’t have to use any power or background. important."

The alliance's all-inclusive policy is much better than the extreme "Only Holy Light Theory" of the Holy Light Legion.

Turalyon was silent, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at Zela.

Zara didn't speak.

Along the way, the atmosphere was not good, at least not too bad.

However, Turalyon was stunned once again when he entered McDonald's temporary palace.

Rather than saying that this is a palace, it is better to say that this is a cliff-like high platform. From the high-tech elevator that uses anti-gravity technology to lift visitors up, to this open high platform, you can clearly see the vast space left by the high platform .

That was reserved for the two elemental lords, Sunderland and Neptulon.

As the lords of elemental creatures, these two were huge in size, even the high platform was seven stories high, and the two standing beside them still only reached their chests.

Even if the two major elemental lords restrained the elemental fluctuations on their bodies deliberately, they could still see the overflowing wind and water elements rushing against the magic protection circle on the high platform from time to time like turbulent waves hitting the shore.

Obviously, the magic circle of this strength is purely to prevent these free elements from blowing away the things on the high platform, not to prevent the assassination of the elemental lord or something.

Zela noticed that there were two huge open spaces next to the high platform, and the residual elemental energy there represented that two elemental lords had been here before.

Zela suddenly felt bitter, which meant that this little human didn't bring the elemental lord specially to demonstrate to her at all.People are really convenient...

"Welcome, Your Excellency Zela, Mother of the Holy Light! Welcome, my old friend Turalyon. I am really happy to see that you are still in good health." When McDonnell said the first half of the sentence, it was purely formulaic Treatment, sitting motionless on the throne.When he greeted Turalyon, he stepped down from the throne and gave the gray-haired Turalyon a hug.

Zela... It's a little bit unpleasant, I still have to say the words on the table, and the standard human lingua franca is the standard human language.

"Hello! Your Excellency Stratholme, the leader of the alliance. We, the Holy Light Legion, crossed the void and came here to defeat the Burning Legion."

(End of this chapter)