"Pay attention to avoid! The enemy's bombardment has started again!"
"Damn it! Isn't it over yet? Will their cannonballs never be able to hit them all?"
"Stop talking nonsense! The enemy will launch an attack after the bombardment! The front line will then need fierce fire support!"
"Prepare the fel artillery positions! Move quickly! You damn lazy fools!"
"That's not enough! Where are the Shadow Warlock and Fel Mage? How come they haven't moved since three hours ago?"
"Do you fucking think the casters are perpetual motion machines? They have been fighting continuously for more than twelve hours, and their mana has long been exhausted."
"What about the portal? Has the portal connecting to Argus been opened?"
"No. I don't know what happened. Both the portal and the communication have been interrupted. We can't get any supplies or soldiers at the moment."
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Accompanied by the roars, quarrels and roars of the senior demon commanders of the Burning Legion, the already riddled position was once again mobilized to prepare for a new round of attacks.
Obviously, these guys don't know what happened on the planet Argus, but simply believe that due to some unknown reason, their connection with the headquarters has been cut off.
Once the portal is connected again, the legion's endless demonic army can immediately reverse the situation and give the opponent some color.
However, unlike his subordinates who still maintain an optimistic attitude, Kil'jaeden cannot laugh at all now.
Because after the Devil Astartes passed through the portal and landed on the planet Argus and established defenses, he could always get the latest battle report from General Elodus of the Antolan Commanding Council.
For example, the mobile troops that the Burning Legion finally gathered were all killed by the opponent's destructive weapons. Another example is that Illidan Stormrage, the damn night elf traitor, actually led a small team into the core of the earth.
He traveled everywhere and even took control of the avatar left behind when Sargeras invaded Azeroth.
In short, anyone with some brains and sense can tell from the successive reports that the situation is not good.
Kil'jaeden seriously suspected that the interruption of the portal and communication was actually caused by the enemy sending elites to raid the core node of the portal located in the Burning Throne. Maybe even the guardian Hasabel was killed.
Only in this way can we explain why not only the connection to the portal was interrupted, but there was also no response from the communication.
But what puzzled him was how the other party quickly broke through numerous obstacles and entered the Burning Throne deep in the earth's core in a short period of time, and even destroyed or even took away the portal node?
You must know that the entire Burning Legion's resource and troop deployment relies on the cross-planet portal network.
Therefore, its importance is self-evident, and almost every road leading to this area is heavily guarded.
While Kil'jaeden was stroking his chin and lost in thought, the bombardment of New Phyrexia, which occurred every two to three hours on average, finally began without any hesitation.
Thousands of demons were seen hiding in underground bunkers or defensive buildings made of magic metal, and some even directly propped up magic protective shields.
After just a few minutes, dense black spots appeared in the sky.
As these black spots grew larger and larger, ear-piercing screams echoed over the Burning Legion's positions.
Then violent shaking, explosions and fire covered a large area around it.
Boom boom boom boom!
Countless gravel and soil, mixed with demon corpses torn apart by the shock wave and mutilated, rose into the air. In addition to exploding, some shells would also produce incidental effects such as lightning, frost, arcane, holy light, etc.
Effect.
Although the fel anti-aircraft guns were firing at full strength to intercept, it was still of no avail in the face of such a dense and ferocious bombardment.
Fortunately, there were casters in important areas responsible for holding up the shields, so the losses suffered were not serious.
The ones with the heaviest casualties were always the Flame Imps who were used as cannon fodder, and the Gangerge who were used as coolies and low-level technicians.
In addition, several evil artillery positions are also the targets of key attention.
Almost every saturation bombardment in New Phyrexia will destroy the fel artillery positions in the designated area, clearing the way for subsequent attacks.
When the fel artillery position on the high ground on the west side was completely reduced to ruins, the frantic bombing that lasted for half an hour finally ended.
Before the demonic commanders of the Burning Legion could recover from their dizzy state, thousands of shimmering oil creations launched a fearless charge.
Most of them are puppets that Shuoyou randomly pieced together from corpses and metal collected on the battlefield, and are specially designed to enhance their melee combat capabilities.
Because they have no souls, they all look a little dull and silly.
However, the good thing is that since they have neither soul nor self-consciousness, these shiny oil creations cannot produce fear, fear and other negative emotions at all.
Once the order to attack is given, no matter how fierce the firepower is or how invincible the enemy is, they will still rush forward without hesitation.
The most important thing is that through a round of saturation bombardment, New Phyrexia successfully forced the enemy to hide in places that can provide protection for itself, causing almost all the troops on the front line to escape.
Because if you don't run you will be killed.
Rather than being blown to death in vain, it is better to hide and wait to withstand this round of attacks before taking back the position.
The New Phyrexia Creation took advantage of this time difference to directly close the distance, forcing the demons of the Burning Legion to engage in a bloody fight with themselves in narrow trenches and tunnels, until all the cannon fodder involved in the attack were dead.
Through this cruel pairing tactic, not only can the enemy's effective strength be weakened to the greatest extent, but it can also continuously squeeze the opponent's survival and tactical space.
After all, there are only so many demonic armies that have entered Azeroth, and now every dead one is one less.
On the other hand, here in New Phyrexia, you can get as much cannon fodder as you want.
Not only the enemy's corpses, armor, and weapons can be fully utilized, but also your own.
This means that as the war continues, the amount of cannon fodder created by Shioyou will only increase like a snowball.
Once a certain critical point is exceeded, seemingly impregnable fortifications can be filled with a steady stream of cannon fodder.
"How long will it take for the satyrs and the remnants of the Scourge to arrive here?"
Kil'jaeden stared at the tug-of-war battle lines in the distance and suddenly asked.
The adjutant responded quickly: "Sart should be able to reach the outskirts of Mount Hyjal in about three days.
The Scourge Legion led by the Dread Lord will take at least another week.
As you know, the strength of the alliance is no longer what it used to be, and it is basically impossible to cross the sea by ship.
The Kul Tiran fleet led by Jaina will sink all hostile ships that attempt to cross the Great Sea.
Even the most rampant Bloodsail pirates and Blackwater pirates have now disappeared and gone into hiding.
So the safest way is to hire a goblin airship.
Although these green-skinned dwarfs are both cunning and greedy, it is undeniable that as long as they pay enough money, they are even willing to risk being labeled as [traitors] to provide services to anyone."
"What about the groups of warlocks hidden within various races? Haven't they made any noise?"
Kil'jaeden frowned and continued to ask.
Unlike the other demons of the Burning Legion who think highly of themselves and look down upon mortals.
Having experienced the failure in the War of the Ancients, he knows very well how great the potential of mortals in this world is. Basically, every bloodline contains more or less the power given by the Titans, as well as the flesh and blood curse of the ancient gods, so
It must not be taken lightly.
If it can be used well, it may become a surprise weapon and play an unexpected role.
In this aspect, Kil'jaeden is much better than Archimonde.
Whether it is planning to let the orcs drink the blood of the Abyss Lord and become the legion's puppet, or twisting Ner'zhul's soul into the Lich King to trigger the undead disaster, it can be said to be a model of creating miracles at the lowest cost.
The eredar adjutant shook his head helplessly: "I'm extremely sorry, great fraudster.
Since the last war has just passed not long ago, all forces in Azeroth are highly vigilant towards us.
Moreover, for some unknown reason, Queen Calia of the Kingdom of Lordaeron suddenly and without warning arrested warlocks and people who studied psychic magic in the area she ruled.
This directly resulted in our people being caught as soon as they started their activities.
Other member states of the alliance have followed suit.
Some timid warlocks hid immediately after sensing that something was wrong.
Now this operation has basically failed."
"What a bunch of trash!"
Kil'jaeden was obviously full of contempt and disgust for these guys at both ends of the pack, who were unable to do anything but wanted knowledge and power first.
If it were in the past, in a situation like this, he would directly use some tricks to kill the opponent the next time he summons a demon, and then bring the soul back and torture it, so that everyone can see that he dares to violate the law.
What's the end result?
But unfortunately, he can't do that now.
To be continued...