Stratholme God

   Chapter 1476 'Mysterious' Reinforcement

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

   As long as the flesh is destroyed, they can return to the Twisted Void to reshape the flesh and be resurrected again.

   This is based on the premise that the damage to the soul is not serious.

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 become very long, and most of the memory will be lost.

   At that time, 'I' will not be 'myself'.

   This is what the devil fears the most.

   Obviously the opposing space fleet is perfectly targeting this.

  The demons do not know how this mysterious fleet did it. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the other party is definitely the life and death enemy of the Burning Legion.

   "Counterattack! Counterattack!"

   "Call for Support!"

   "What are the fleets at the back doing, hurry up and enter!"

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

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

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

  The core race does not take the vassal seriously, and the boss does not take the younger brother seriously. The entire legion is such a model that the boss controls the subordinate leaders, and the little boss pulls a group of younger brothers out to burn, kill and loot for the boss.

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

   Spaceship That's really a lot!

   Just after 70% or 80% of these spaceships were blown up, more green transition lights appeared about 20,000 kilometers away from the main battlefield.

   A batch of 15,000 demon battleships arrived.

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

  In each battleship, there are at least four-digit demons.

   "McDonald's, can your friend stand it?" 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 Legion can bear. The entire battlefield of the universe depends on whether McDonald's reinforcements are powerful.

"I know." McDonald watched this scene blankly, he even had time to touch Ysera's head, and then smiled: "The Burning Legion is indeed strong, but it's a coincidence that my Friends are also strong."

   should go with his announcement.

   The existence that was staring at this scene immediately noticed the new mutation above the sky - it was almost pinched, and another batch of interstellar battleships jumped over.

   Giant shadows turned from virtual to solid.

   That is a space battleship with a very Stratholme style——

   Generally speaking, in order to balance, space battleships are often designed to be more... rounded, because the output of each engine of the spacecraft is different, and the balance is not adjusted well, that is, the life is constantly spinning.

  These battleships ignore this cosmic law with their unique technology tree.

   For example, this one in the magic mirror surveillance screen of the imperial study room: the five-kilometer-long giant ship has four layers of artillery decks, and the stern is as high as a building. The thick barrels on the deck with a diameter of more than 30 meters and a length of less than 100 meters are reminiscent of the mortars of old Azeroth.

  The body of the ship is full of gold-trimmed reliefs, giving people a sense of pomp and reality to the extreme.

   It is clear that this fleet is not the same as the previous fleet.

  When this fleet was formed in turn, they immediately used the slightly different artillery of the technology tree to draw the new demon fleet into the storm of destruction.

   The unfamiliar fleet that suddenly appeared is another friendly army?

   Longmian Temple and the top leaders of the alliance were dumbfounded.

   Cannons don't lie!

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

   "What's the matter?" 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.

   Not to mention that Tyrande gave birth to a baby dog, McDonald's couldn't refuse just by looking at the towering and trembling Hyjal Peak.

In the magic mirror group connected to the Throne Conference, McDonald said: "Please rest assured, that is my ally. The Burning Legion has destroyed thousands of planets, and many of them are not used to their existence. We have a common enemy. Lord Velen, do you agree?"

   "Of course." Velen nodded vigorously.

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

   In fact, the old **** stick cursed in his heart: I believed in your evil, I knew there was such a strong force in the universe, how could I use the primitive people to join the alliance with you.

   Don't look at the fact that the draenei are broken and settled, after all, they were once richer. Even if most of the technological civilization in their hands has been lost, those interstellar warships will not deceive people.

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

   "Outside?" Magni froze.

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

   Khadgar frowned: "What kind of communication?"

   "The use of 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, an image of a handsome human with yellow skin and black hair appeared in the mirror.

   He began to introduce himself in fluent Common:

"My name is Duke. At the request of His Excellency Macdonald Stratholme, I will send 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 ship that attempts to penetrate the atmosphere. As part of the agreement, we will not participate in the crusade against the demons below the atmosphere unless further requests are received from Astral Soul."

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

   Duke glanced at King Wa, his eyes were a little weird: "You go ask McDonald's about this."

   Magni asked: "How many space battleships do you have and how many troops can you help?"

"Military secrets, no comment!" Duke gave Magni a soft nail: "It will definitely be blocked, but it is impossible to block all of them. Even if only one in ten thousand battleships penetrates, it is enough for you to drink a pot. of."

   "I have one more question..." Velen said.

   Who knew that Duke didn't sell Velen's face at all, and directly ignored him: "I still have to command the fleet, so be it. If you have any questions, you can ask McDonald's. Whether he talks or not, it's his business."

   (end of this chapter)