"Blood Knight, charge!"

"For the Holy Light!"

On the beach in the southwest area of ​​the Grizzly Hills, a battle was taking place. The two warring parties were the vanguard of the coalition forces and the Vrykul troops headed by Skadi and other war lords.

The sound of cannons rumbled on the sea, and more than a dozen Suramar magic warships opened fire non-stop, carpet bombing the beach, cleaning the battlefield over and over again. When the gunfire subsided, the Blood Knights and the Silver Hand Knights followed closely.

He launched a charge, thrusting like a sharp knife into the Vrykul line that was blown to pieces.

The battle came and went quickly. In just a few minutes, the Vrykul retreated in full force, leaving corpses scattered all over the beach.

After establishing a foothold in Howling Fjord, the coalition forces of all races began to dispatch ground troops according to the original plan. With the assistance of the Suramar fleet, they advanced along the coastline to the west of Northrend.

Although the Scourge had an absolute numerical advantage, they were helpless against Suramar's magical fleet.

In the past 10,000 years, Suramar's level of magic and technology has developed to the extreme in Azeroth, far beyond the reach of this world and the Scourge. And the Dragon Legion has firmly maintained control of the air, and the undead

It is difficult to launch an air strike.

Therefore, the vanguard of the coalition forces, which never leaves the range of the magic artillery, is almost invincible. Fighting near the coastline, a single volley of magic artillery can repel most of the attacks of the undead. The undead walk away

, they rested on the spot, went to the preset location, and continued to build ports and supply points under the protection of the fleet.

In addition to being unable to go deep into the interior to collect the resources needed for construction, and having to rely on fleets to transport them from the Howling Fjord at the rear, progress is indeed a bit slow, but doing so is better than being safe.

Looking at the vrykul going away, Liadrin shook off the putrid blood that was like mucus on the holy sword Quel'dra, and couldn't help but shook her head. These vrykul are no longer the coalition forces landing in the Howling Gap.

At the beginning of the Gulf, the Vrykul resisted bravely on the coastline.

They accepted the transformation, gained the eternal life they dreamed of, and were forever reduced to slave-like natural disaster undead. Although their combat effectiveness was greatly enhanced thanks to the unified deployment of the natural disaster mind control network, in front of the coalition vanguard, the elite Blood Knights

In front of the Paladin of the Silver Hand, he is still a bastard.

"Give me the map."

While the human paladins were cleaning the battlefield, Liadrin called softly, and an attendant immediately handed the imaging device into her hand.

She swept the ground with her boots, and the sand that was stuck together with the stinky blood spread to both sides, revealing the clean beach below. During this period, several maggot-covered Vrykul limbs were also removed.

Scanned to the side.

A few years ago, she was just the apprentice of Quel'Thalas' high priest Von Delor. Although she had experienced dangerous environments and been on the battlefield, she would have been very uncomfortable seeing such a scene, but now she is used to it.

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After completing all this, Liadrin pressed the button on the side of the imager and placed it on the beach.

A blue magical mist spurted out from this small device, and in an instant a three-dimensional holographic map was constructed in mid-air. All details within a radius of one hundred kilometers were marked on it.

The part shrouded in green mist is an area that has been monitored by the fleet's detection magic at all times. The small red dots that are moving into the distance represent the Vrykul troops that have just evacuated from here, suspended information

It even shows the specific number, and if you reach out and touch it, it will even show the injury status of each individual.

The parts shrouded in gray fog are areas that are not under real-time monitoring of detection magic. The mages of Suramar City vividly refer to the gray fog as the "fog of war."

Yes, this device with infinite functions was created by the night elves in Suramar City. It is said that they were using this kind of imaging device a long time ago... Uh, no, Liadrin remembered, they seemed to call this

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Portable battlefield information integrated access port?

They shared this novel gadget with every commander of the coalition forces of all races, claiming that it was a brand-new thing that could rewrite Azeroth's extremely backward war mechanism and help all races move towards the future. They also said that in the future,

In future wars, information will be the most important resource. Future wars will be information-based wars, which simply leaves commanders scratching their heads.

It was only the third war that made officers from all races and countries realize their own shortcomings. Faced with a "central brain" like the Lich King, with countless middle- and high-level undead sharing the pressure of control, the top and bottom were like one body, and there was no late stage

The Scourge is worried about supplies; the Burning Legion is faced with the integration of air and space, real-time information sharing, and has power far beyond their imagination. They deeply feel that Azeroth's war mechanism is backward.

After a period of digestion, they finally gained something. Now a so-called "information war" has emerged. How can they accept it?

But it turns out that those Suramar mages were indeed right. This is not only a living map, but also a detection device. The command headquarters in the distance can obtain battlefield information in real time and transmit new instructions instantly.

To the frontline troops.

The blood elves have similar gadgets, but they have never spread to every corner of the army on such a scale, and they have never had such a wide variety of functions.

Who would have thought that such a palm-sized gadget could actually integrate thousands of spell models. There is also a central server specifically used to process battlefield information in the Suramar Master Headquarters in Dagger Sheath Bay.

This made the blood elves, who had always regarded themselves as masters of the most profound arcane magic in Azeroth, unable to help but admire it.

Not only that, the holographic map also marked every battle that took place on this continent in real time, as well as the real-time positions of all coalition forces.

At first, Liadrin was worried that it would be captured by the enemy and become a medium for the Scourge to obtain coalition intelligence. However, those Suramar mages said that only the commanders who had been included had the authority to access the information port.

Protective magic cannot be broken through by the Scourge.

The confident tone when he spoke was just short of saying "None of the primitive people in Azeroth can understand our magic technology."

This is not arrogance - as a blood (high) elf, Liadrin knows exactly what arrogance is in the true sense - but a kind of knowledge brought about by the absolute generation difference.

After hearing the story of the Broken Isles earlier, like most of her people, Liadrin found it hard to believe that her "relatives" in Suramar City actually possessed a magical civilization that far surpassed the other peoples of Azeroth for many generations.

After getting along with each other for these few months, she now truly believes it.

She looked at the center of the map, which was the beach where the Blood Knights and the Silver Hand Knights were located. After seeing the huge yellow question mark floating above, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This means that the combat mission has been completed.

This information integration port will issue the latest instructions from the command center, which is represented by a yellow exclamation mark floating over the target location. After accepting the order, a mission briefing will appear in the information bar on the right side of the holographic image, and a yellow exclamation mark at the corresponding target location will appear.

It will turn into a gray question mark and turn from gray to yellow, indicating that this command has been completed.

While watching, the yellow greeting disappeared and was replaced by a brand new yellow exclamation point. Liadrin felt deeply that soldiers just couldn't be idle, so she reached out and touched the exclamation mark. A line of Salas text appeared in front of her eyes.

——Have a night's rest on the spot.

Compared with the combat missions one after another, this "mission" is extremely easy. Speaking of which, since setting off from Dagger Sheath Bay half a month ago and fighting all the way here, the Blood Knights and Silver Hand Knights have served as the vanguard.

The group has no time to spare.

They needed to rest and recuperate, but they also had to stop to give the disengaged troops behind them a chance to catch up.

After uploading the feedback on accepting the mission, Liadrin asked: "Have the casualty figures been calculated?"

Sethia Dawnrose came over carrying a bundle of firewood, threw it on the beach, and took out the magic flint—also a gadget from Suramar City. They called this a lighter—to start the fire.

He said in a accustomed tone: "Zero casualties, madam. We are completely victorious. Once again."
Chapter completed!