"Third Royal Mecha Legion, hurry up! Why aren't you in position yet?"
"Careful! Isn't the flagship assembled yet?"
"Where are the Jedi Knights? Get over here and lift the ship..."
"..."
With Gaul's surrender, there were no longer any legion bases, and the decisive battle had broken out in Gaul.
Therefore, reinforcements from the British Empire and the United States also had to hastily construct connected bases in Gaul.
"This is a high-magic world. We must accurately choose our landing points."
"Everyone, remember your positions."
"Azeroth is indeed their home ground. According to intelligence, the Leader of the Third Empire has completely conquered Northrend, with Icecrown Citadel as his headquarters.
"Furthermore, leveraging his influence, aside from the destroyed Dalaran and Kul Tiras, they have already conquered the entire Eastern Kingdoms.
"But precisely because of their strength, they have aroused the natives' vigilance. We can descend upon Kalimdor, Zandalar, and Pandaria, then join up with the Native Powers resisting the Scourge, along with the offshore bases."
"..."
The Allied Forces' command structures at every level began repeatedly stressing entry preparations and precautions.
Azeroth was a high-magic world. Although it was suspected to be a planet, satellites seemed difficult to launch successfully for some reason, so communications could not cover every Reincarnator. They could only rely on their team commanders' items and authority to stay in contact.
Even with this kind of legion-bound descent, entering a high-magic world could still result in separation and all kinds of unforeseen accidents.
As orders were issued one after another, the preparations gradually neared completion.
Then, dazzling beams of light appeared above the temporary legion camp.
They enveloped the entire camp.
From massive super-flagships to individual personnel, all were simultaneously pulled into the mission...
Twenty years had passed since the Dark Portal opened. The war