This cannon isn't big; it's more like a mortar, and one person could easily carry it away.
The cannon barrel is made of some kind of translucent crystal, and a magical power flows slowly along the barrel, displaying seven-colored light. The angle can be adjusted. The cannon mount is a black disc shaped like a millstone, and it feels like some kind of metal.
What kind of cannon is this? The material is unlike anything I've ever seen before; it's not from the minerals of Azeroth or Draenor. Robbie sensed a perfect fusion of technology and magic.
"It was found in the warehouse," Yrel said. "The older generation of Draenei said it was called Particle Beam Weapon. The Draenei brought many of them from Argus Planet, but later, Velen advocated for closer contact with nature and a return to primitive practices, stipulating that only simple hand-to-hand combat should be used. All of these were dismantled, leaving only this last one."
Thanks to the Draenei's long lifespan, there were survivors among those Draenei Velen; otherwise, no one would know how to use this thing.
After a demonstration by the Draenei technicians, the Particle Beam Cannon fired a finger-thick magical beam with automatic aiming and correction capabilities. The beam was very powerful, capable of penetrating even rocks. Its drawback was that it required charging, taking an hour to fire once.
"You must control this yourself and use it at crucial moments," Robbie said to Yrel.
A wound the thickness of a finger, even with the medical advancements of this world, would hardly be fatal even if it hit a vital spot. Yrel curled her lip, asking somewhat casually, "What's the crucial moment?"
"When you think it's time to use it, that's the crucial moment."
"Boom."
The flagship of the Iron Horde, the Destroyer, equipped with massive Iron Destroyers, shook violently with a deafening roar, seemingly on the verge of capsizing.
Giant waves rolled and churned, as if a colossal beast was frolicking in the deep sea. The seawater rippled and foamed in waves. Two small frigates nearby were in trouble, tossed about by the giant waves.
Volka, the leader of the Iron Horde fleet and a strong Orcs with a scarred face, proudly demonstrated the power of the Iron Destroyer to Prince Anduin.
Anduin chuckled inwardly. As expected of foolish Orcs, they only pursued power. Unfortunately, this giant cannon had extremely poor accuracy, making it difficult to hit the enemy. In addition, its range was limited, making it not very practical.
After firing just one shot, the cannon barrel had already turned red and was showing signs of softening, which shows that the Iron Horde's smelting technology was not very good. Rather than showing off the power of the Iron Destroyer, they should be more worried about the danger of the barrel exploding.
Accompanying Anduin were the Half-Orcs Med'an and the Blue Sky King Kalecgos. Kalecgos, in human form, had long sky-blue hair that fluttered in the sea breeze. He held Commander Volka's hand as if they were family, showering him with sweet words and quickly praising the Iron Horde to the skies.
Flattery, filth, disgusting.
Anduin loathed Kalecgos's attitude. He was a Dragon King, after all; had no dignity? Azeroth had not only disgraced himself, but had utterly disgraced Azeroth.
Fortunately, the Orcs really fell for it. Volka quickly became sworn brothers with Kalecgos, the two of them arm in arm, leaving Anduin and Med'an standing aside.
Med'an's face was grim and his expression was extremely unpleasant. Anduin guessed the reason: the creation of the experimental subject Med'an had failed. The Guardian Medivh was very disappointed with the Orcs under Thrall's leadership, believing that the blood of Demons Corruption the Orcs' bloodline, which led to the failure of the perfect life form.
The Iron Horde of Draenor were not Corruption by Demon Blood; their bloodline was purer, and the Guardians sought to select the strongest individuals through a series of wars.
The thought of facing Destiny and failing to secure a powerful patron like Saurfang the Great filled Med'an with dread about his future and uncertainty about his future. It was no wonder he was in a bad mood.
Anduin had no time to worry about Med'an; now he needed to worry about his own Destiny.
Back in the cabin, with no Orcs watching over them, the Worgen Priest Udir had been waiting for quite some time.
"Med'an is an idiot. I can't entrust my safety to him. Udir, is what I need ready?" Standing by the window, gazing at the vast sea, Anduin head.
Udir quickly stepped forward, took out a delicate little box, and handed it to Prince Anduin:
"Prince Highness, it's ready. This is ancient Ancient Amber from the ancient Mantid Empire, indestructible and pure. It can protect your entire body, ensuring you won't suffer any harm, and it can sustain your life. Even if you're trapped inside for days and nights, you'll be fine. It's even more effective than a mage's Ice Block."
Anduin nodded; this was exactly what he needed. He examined the small box carefully and asked, "How do I use it?"
Udir, with a clever and capable expression and a fawning look, said:
"Prince Highness, everything has been considered. The mages have installed an automatic activation function on it. As long as the surrounding Elemental Power exceeds a certain limit, it will activate automatically, so there's no need to worry even in case of emergencies."
"Excellent!" With a life-saving item, Anduin finally felt relieved.
"Prince Highness, we've received some information," Udir whispered. "The Defias Brotherhood acquired over a hundred cannons and several thousand guns, reportedly for the Draenei."
"Cannon?"
Anduin simply smiled and dismissed the question.
The cannons are powerful, but the biggest problem is their accuracy. Moreover, for top-tier experts, being hit by a few cannonballs is not a big deal, since they have various magical protections.
"It seems the Draenei are finished. Once the Karabor Temple falls, the Draenei of Shadowmoon Valley will be doomed and will inevitably be slaughtered. Udir, you need to be prepared to take in some fleeing Draenei, select the young, strong, and able-bodied ones, and send them to Exodar. We'd better have something to say to Velen."
Udir quickly wrote it down.
This is a world of magic, and magic is what truly determines everything.
Could hundreds of cannons be compared to an Archmage? Anduin resting for a while in the cabin, Commander Volka sent someone to invite him; the Karabor Temple was not far away.
On the deck of the flagship Destroyer, Commander Volka grinned widely and said:
"These foolish Draenei have actually set up obstacles on the beach. It seems they're truly out of options. Before the great Iron Horde, the Draenei will surely be annihilated."
The advance troops had already scouted the area; the beach was covered with various obstacles. There were no barbed wire fences in this era, and the so-called obstacles were nothing more than sharpened pieces of wood.
"What a ridiculous trick! Let them see the Iron Horde's cannon fire. All ships, prepare to fire and destroy the obstacles on the beach," Commander Volka ordered.
Just then, the lead ship of the Iron Horde fleet suddenly stopped. Because they had entered a narrow channel with no room to turn, the entire fleet had to halt its advance.
"What's going on?" Commander Volka asked.
An Orcs guard reported that the ships ahead were stuck and could not pass.
"Why did we run aground here? Does anyone know what happened?" Commander Volka asked, bewildered. The Iron Horde was unfamiliar with naval warfare; this was all new stuff Garrosh had brought.
Anduin, equally clueless, remained silent. Kalecgos, the Aspect of the Blue, though lacking in strength, had accumulated considerable experience over the years.
"Shipwreck tactics? That's a low-level tactic used by Pirates." Kalecgos displayed his erudition.