Med'an was suspended in mid-air, casting spells while standing on a decaying ghost ship, and felt perfectly safe.
The Draenei positions were far away from him, well beyond the range of his arrows.
Although this distance is within the attack range of certain spells, Med'an himself is one of the most powerful mages, and no magical fluctuation can escape his perception.
He never dreamed that the Draenei were hiding Secret Weapon.
"In today's battle, the Draenei will be annihilated, and I, Med'an, am destined to make my name known Draenor."
Looking at the Karabor Temple made of sand, Med'an was smug, as if he could already see the Draenei's Destiny and that he would unite the Iron Horde and become the Warlords of Draenor.
"Now," Robbie ordered.
Bang!
Yrel pulled the trigger, and the Particle Beam Weapon struck Med'an silently in the chest.
Med'an looked down at the blood seeping from his chest, a look of confusion on his face.
Med'an wore the Guardian Set, a life-saving suit that could automatically defend against deadly magical and physical attacks. Unfortunately, the mysterious particle weapon was not within the Guardian Set's defensive range.
Being struck so hard at the most crucial moment of casting the spell, the injury was secondary; the magic within Med'an immediately went out of control. Unable to control the backlash of magic, his eyes rolled back, and he plummeted from the sky.
The Particle Beam Weapon was so well concealed that no one knew what was going on. Prince Anduin and the Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos both thought that Med'an had fallen back into his old ways and made a spellcasting error.
Deprived of magical support, the ghostly fleet that filled the sky rapidly disintegrated, and rotting wood rained down from the heavens. The Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos sighed, "What a pity about this spell; it was so close to succeeding."
Prince Anduin nodded; he recognized the magic, and said regretfully:
"The Ghostly Kingdom —once the spell is successfully cast, hundreds of ghost ships will turn into a meteor shower, easily destroying the Karabor Temple. This magic is extremely difficult, exceeding Med'an's capabilities."
Although Med'an's spell failed, he did solve the problem of blocking the wrecked ship. Anduin his men to rescue Med'an, who had fallen into the sea and was unconscious, and take him to the ship's cabin for treatment.
The Iron Horde's fleet sailed through the reef area, reformed its ranks near the coast, and under the cover of heavy artillery fire, squads of Orcs charged toward the shore, launching Charge on the Draenei positions.
Robbie calmly directed the artillery barrage, bombarding the charging Orcs relentlessly.
Hundreds of Orcs rushed ashore, but before they could even get a foothold, they were torn to shreds by artillery fire. A few who charged toward the Draenei positions were quickly killed by a barrage of gunfire.
The cannons roared from the two high grounds, and the shells seemed endless, raining down on the position. The Iron Horde Orcs suffered heavy casualties, but they didn't even see what the enemy looked like.
The Iron Horde's warships were also equipped with cannons, but clearly, neither their range nor their power could compare to the Draenei's artillery, and they dared not approach within the enemy's firing range.
Garrosh brought the Iron Horde's technology, but he was just an Orcs; how much could he possibly remember?
Moreover, on the Azeroth Continent, only the Dwarves of Ironforge can forge the best steel; Dwarf smelting techniques have always been a closely guarded secret.
"This isn't right; this isn't how you fight a war."
Commander Volka's face grew increasingly grim; the battle he had envisioned was not going to turn out this way.
Hundreds of years ago, ever since the Draenei arrived on Draenor, the Orcs have never ceased their probing.
The Draenei are tall and strong, with strength and agility that completely Pain Suppression the Orcs. They are naturally affinity-for-magic, and in melee combat, the Orcs find themselves no match for them.
In their quest to defeat the Draenei, the Orcs employed every possible means. The Draenei possessed the Holy Light, so the orcs developed Shaman magic to counter them. The Draenei were powerful, so the Orcs sought to seize the power of the Gronn.
The Orcs believed they would be the ultimate victors, and even if the Draenei won ten thousand times, the Draenei, under Velen's rule and bound by faith in the Holy Light, would not exterminate the Orcs.
The Orcs only need one victory to wipe out the Draenei completely, leaving no one alive.
Garrosh brought the Iron Horde's technology, narrowing the gap between the Orcs and the Draenei, who realized their opportunity had arrived.
Having painstakingly crafted thick armor and advanced weapons, Commander Volka believed that this iron Draenei was absolutely no less formidable than the Draenei, whose weaponry and equipment had made no progress whatsoever.
Commander Volka envisioned the two armies lining up and charging at each other. The Draenei's advantage was their physical prowess, while the Orcs' advantage lay in their numbers and equipment. With the help of Naaru K'ara, they should be able to fight to a standstill.
Then Prince Anduin piloted a large ship loaded with explosives to blow up the Karabor Temple, and the Iron Horde finally won.
However, the Draenei have now changed their tactics, avoiding close-quarters combat with the Orcs and instead using long-range artillery fire to Pain Suppression.
Not only did Commander Volka feel this was unfamiliar, but Kalecgos and Prince Anduin had also never seen this style of fighting before.
The Draenei artillery fire was too intense, making it impossible to advance; Commander Volka could only rely on the air force.
Unfortunately, the Wyverns brought to this attack on Shadowmoon Valley was too small. Volka looked at the Faerie Dragons patrolling the sky, the air force of the Draenei organization, and felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Those two hills must be destroyed, and those damned cannons must be taken down. I need help."
Commander Volka looked at Prince Anduin and the Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos again, his tone much more polite.
According to the original plan, Anduin he made his appearance. However, due to Med'an's unconsciousness, there was no one to cover Prince Anduin's retreat, and the plan had to be postponed.
Anduin smiled slightly and pulled Kalecgos: "This is Kalecgos, the leader of the Blue Dragonflight, one of the Five Dragon Kings Aspect of the Blue Azeroth. He must have a way."
"Dragon King, what kind of creature is that?" Commander Volka was astonished, as there were no Dragonkin in Draenor.
Anduin explained earnestly, "Dragonkin are the most powerful creatures in Azeroth, the rulers of the skies, Mastery all kinds of magic, and Invincible beings."
Dragonkin are indeed very strong. Back then, the Orcs only enslaved a small number of Red Dragonflight, yet they still managed to defeat the Alliance. A single Whelps was enough to destroy a small fleet.
"We, the Iron Horde, don't need empty talk; we need action. Kalecgos, I believe you will prove your strength to the Iron Horde," Commander Volka said, his eyes wide.
Kalecgos filled with resentment. He knew his own strength; he was utterly useless in combat. He regretted ever trying to get close to the commander of the Iron Horde.
Kalecgos glared venomously at Prince Anduin having come this far, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and press on.
Kalecgos's entrance was incredibly impressive. In a flash, an elegant, adult blue Dragon appeared in the air, its massive body making the Draenei's weak Faerie Dragon seem insignificant.
The Orcs of Draenor had never seen Blue Dragonflight, nor had Dragonkin Draenei. They did not know what these enormous, winged creatures with sharp claws were, and trembled with instinctive fear of the behemoths.
Looking down at the tiny figures below, who resembled ants, Kalecgos took a deep breath.
Dragon's Breath is one of the most powerful weapons of the Dragonkin. After taking a deep breath and gathering its strength, Dragonkin will usually dive rapidly downwards and exhale their Dragon's Breath to maximize their destructive power.
While killing their opponents, it is also the most dangerous moment for dragons to be attacked.
Kalecgos dared not make the dangerous dive, and from a safe high altitude, he exhaled a breath of Dragon's Breath.
A large group of Draenei were struck by Dragon's Breath and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.