Vasqi, who knew nothing about modern industry, was stunned to see this scene.

It is obvious that if the coalition forces are not stopped, a decent small fortress can be built at most one day.

But surprise is short-lived.

"Master..." Deepwater Lord Carrathres whispered to Vasqi.

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

Vasqi smiled charmingly: "What's the point of catching these mortals? Can it pose a real threat to the Temple of Viper Snakes? Or do you want to see me strangle these humble ants in the body of a demigod?"

"Of course not! The great Queen." Carrathres lowered his head deeply.

One of the slender arms raised gently to form a graceful arc, Vasqi made her decision: "Once five or more heroic powerhouses appear, subdue it."

“Abide by your will.”

The Alliance Engineers there were also trembling.

"Hey, do you think those long tails with six hands will come out in full swing?"

"Don't worry, Lord Marcus said that he won't come out."

"Oh oh oh!"

The engineers did a lot like piles of building blocks. They connected and inlaid prefabricated steel plates two meters square with screws, placed them at the reservation position and then poured cement into them like sandwich biscuits.

A fortress covering an area of ​​about one square kilometer rose up almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All day, no Naga floated on the water and blatantly peeked at the fortress. Perhaps some, peeping under the water could not be detected at all.

The Allied guards are still rotated once an hour.

But every hour passed, the tower behind him would rise one floor.

There are twelve arrow towers on the outer layer. When the steel concrete concrete slab walls connecting these arrow towers are made, twelve towers of higher arrow towers immediately emerge between the gap between the arrow tower and the arrow tower.

After the twenty-four arrow towers were completed, the second wall was built immediately in the inner circle, and six magic towers filled with mysterious aura were erected inside.

Layer after layer, as if burning, prefabricated pieces were inlaid. For each extra layer, the colorful patterns on the magic tower that were dazzlingly complex were brighter.

Until the tenth floor.

Of course, this is not a mage tower that allows mages to live, live, do experiments, and defend against foreign enemies in the traditional sense, and completely integrates attack and defense. This is a pure magic amplifier, using high-purity magic crystals and a huge magic circle, to upgrade each magic master who presides over the mage tower from personal magic to war magic.

Several times, Mologri*'s tide stroller wanted to rush up, but was pulled by Carrathres.

"No hurry! No hurry! Now this group of worthless miscellaneous soldiers doesn't even count the snacks before meals. We must be patient."

Almost at the same time, in the Fortress of Teredor, east of the central central Zanga Marsh, the powerful members of the Alliance and the Tribe had already gathered together.

This fortress, which originally belonged to the Delaney people in history, has now become a base for advance for the coalition forces because of someone's order to fill the lake.

The fortress located on the top of an extremely huge stone mushroom looks unattainable. The roots of the mushrooms, reinforced by dozens of magical protection spells, are even more indestructible. The true gods come here, don't expect to shake them at all.

In the hall where the tribal powerhouses rested, Sar was calmly cleaning his famous [Hammer of Destruction]. He used the tweezers produced by the alliance to carefully clean up the minced meat stuck to the edge of the square hammer head. Although the high temperature and heat of the hammer will turn everything into coke, biological fat is difficult to burn out. Over time, there will always be a bit of gelatin.

"Are you ready?" Orgrim asked.

"I'm always ready." Thrall replied lightly.

They did not talk about this mission. Although the alliance and the tribe always had various deviations in their positions, they chose to believe Duke without reservation.

As a leader, you will never hesitate to guess your enemies and allies with the worst plans. Because the leader never represents a person, but a huge group.

Only in this way can those who trust him and give his life and soul to him not sacrifice in vain because of the leader's misconfession.

A mature leader should never believe in any outsider. After all, when you believe in your own allies than you believe in yourself, you can be said to have absolute trust in your allies.

This is not an easy task.

Whether it is Saar or Orgrim, they all believe in Duke, and believe that he has an absolute trump card to deal with Vasqi.

Thrall's adjutant came: "Great Chief, Varian, the Alliance Storm King, is waiting for you outside."

"I'll come right away."

Thrall took the tribe's strong men out and saw each other in military uniforms. Everyone had firmness on their faces. Every pair of eyes had absolute confidence. This was a firm look that only after going through all difficulties and being baptized by more than one cruel battle.

Varian put his hands on the hilts of his two artifact swords, his eyes as lightning: "It's time!"

Saar nodded: "Let's go!"

Headed by Anastrian, the strongest mage of the tribe, the wizards from both sides of the alliance tribe cast spells together and opened a portal that could allow four carriages to pass in parallel. At the other end of the portal was a brand new small fortress built on the ruins of the twin towers.

As soon as the Sun King arrived at the fortress, he immediately flashed into the mage tower south of the fortress central square. It can be found that with the fortress as the center, a huge flame shield with a diameter of more than two kilometers was quickly generated. A huge fortress looked like a huge fireball from a distance.

Surrounded by a group of alliance powerhouses, the great star solanlian hugged her hands. The pair of delicate and soft palms faced a large crystal pointed cone that was three stories high. The purple ling cone emitted the surging arcane energy fluctuations that attracted everyone's attention.

"Wow" round after round, as if the sea of ​​tides were surging outward.

When he arrived at the center of the square, Solanlian stirred up the magic circle that had been engraved on the ground, producing a greater arcane reaction.

When Solanlian let go of his hands and let the ten-meter-long pointed cone slowly fall into the center of the magic circle, a winding lightning suddenly appeared in the purple-black sky above the ruins of the twin towers.

Inmeasurable elements gather here at high speed, making the thin clouds suddenly visible to the naked eye. The clouds boil like thick porridge.

When this boiling reached in just a few seconds, a purple-blue light spot suddenly appeared in the sky facing the top of the crystal cone.

Just like a hill falling into the water, the arcane energy with the light spots swinging outwards set off a round and round energy frenzy in the air, spreading outwards with a diameter of several miles.
Chapter completed!