"This is Base Headquarters. Poison Thorn Squad, approach the Floating Island and observe the facilities on the island at close range. If you encounter danger, you may launch an attack directly."
The military base's chief commander gathered himself and issued orders to the three members of the Poison Thorn Squad.
"Roger. Stinger Two, Stinger Three, split up and approach the target. Reconnoiter the target. Stay alert."
"Roger."
"Roger."
The three fighter jets split up in perfect coordination, investigating everything on the Floating Island from three directions.
The jets were extremely fast. Although Dalaran was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, it did not take the Poison Thorn Squad long to conduct a rough reconnaissance of the entire island.
Naturally, the Poison Thorn Squad found nothing.
Forget floating devices or weapons facilities—even tall buildings were few and far between. No matter how they looked at it, the place resembled an utterly ordinary little island, one whose economy did not seem particularly developed.
Of course, aside from the fact that the island was floating in the sky.
Such a result was obviously unsatisfactory. After communicating with the base, the Poison Thorn Squad decided to lower their altitude and observe the island more closely.
Then tragedy struck.
As the three fighter jets descended, intending to fly over the Floating Island once more, a pale blue barrier suddenly appeared in the previously empty sky.
Caught off guard, Stinger One and Stinger Two at the front failed to react in time and slammed headlong into the barrier.
Like eggs striking a rock, the two jets were instantly destroyed, blooming into two dazzling flowers of flame and steel in the air. In contrast, the pale blue barrier stood as steady as a mountain, without so much as a ripple. Once the explosions subsided,