When thousands of Troll shouted messy slogans, brandished a variety of weapons, and launched an attack on the prototype camp that the Alliance army had just established, the Alliance army unexpectedly experienced a certain degree of chaos.
However, Uther was worthy of being a battle-hardened general. He quickly organized a counterattack and drove out Troll who had once invaded the camp. The two sides started fighting under Silvermoon City.
Judging from the battlefield situation, the Alliance side does not have much advantage, but anyone who is familiar with the recent deployment of the Alliance army will not be surprised by this. Who gave these Troll a good opportunity?
This morning Uther just sent two thousand people to Sunsail Anchorage to expel Forest Troll entrenched there. As Quel'Thalas's largest port, Sunsail Anchorage It can be said to be of great significance to the Alliance army. Only by ensuring that this port is under its control can Kul Tiras's large transport fleet continuously provide supplies to the Alliance army.
It cannot be said that Uther's decision was wrong. After all, according to the intelligence of the scouts, there were only about two thousand Troll outside Silvermoon City at the moment. If Uther hadn't seen that his soldiers were tired after a long march, he had even commanded the army to wipe out these Troll.
But just after the Alliance's army was divided, a Troll that was much larger than expected came out from all directions. Even though Uther responded in time, his army did not have much numerical advantage, and there was a certain degree of confusion due to the surprise attack. In addition, the Alliance army did not have time to form a formation, and it was already a good performance to keep the Trolls out of the camp. Moreover, even this stalemate situation seemed precarious, as Troll might break through the Alliance's defense at any time.
"It looks like it's time for me to take the field." Aaron controlled this Dreadwake to float far away on the edge of the battlefield, watching the progress of the battle below with the members of the observation group, when Aaron suddenly said this.
"You don't want to rush down alone, right?" Varian glanced at Aaron and dissuaded. "On a battlefield of this scale, personal force can no longer control the battle. Even if a group of us join together, it won't have much effect."
Aaron Hearing Varian's words, he couldn't help but glance at him and thought to himself, is there something wrong with the guy who went to kill everyone in the demon group just to help his subordinates and ended up getting himself involved? Is there anything wrong with saying such things?
But in any case, what Varian said makes sense. Of course, Aaron never had the idea of being a hero from the beginning, but the opportunity he mentioned was referring to some of the big killer weapons carried by Dreadwake.
After a brief explanation, Aaron led everyone to drag out hundreds of improved rockets produced by Ya-Mei Trading Company from the lower deck of Dreadwake, and lined up ten launchers on the front deck of Dreadwake, and placed the first batch of rockets on the launchers.
Aaron carefully and quickly lit the fuse of a rocket, and then quickly ran to the side. Although these rockets had been tested many times to prove their stability at the time of Gnomeregan, Aaron still did not dare to stay too close to the rocket. If something unexpected happened, he might not have time to drive Divine Shield to protect himself.
Everyone who had been rushed to the stern of the ship by Aaron only saw the fuse emitting a faint light like a star. The fuse burned quickly, and then a small light disappeared into the rocket body, and a dazzling orange flame suddenly erupted from the tail.
Accompanied by the low crackling sound of burning propellant, the dazzling tail flames rushed straight into the deck of Dreadwake, causing Aaron to feel heartache. At the same time, he swore in his heart that next time he used the rocket, he must move it to the ground. It didn't matter if it was a little troublesome. It really made him feel heartbroken to ruin Dreadwake's deck like this.
The rocket trembled on the launcher for a while, and the next moment, it flew out of the launcher dragging its long balance rod and tail flame, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Dragging a long orange-red tail flame into the air, it instantly passed over the crowd that was fighting fiercely and fell straight into the Troll formation at the rear.
As the internal fuse was burned, the warhead of the rocket exploded, accompanied by a ball of fire. Centered on the landing point of the rocket, a circular fire wave swept across the Troll within a radius of twenty to thirty meters in an irresistible manner, burning these big green-skinned men to tears.
After confirming the effect of the first rocket, Aaron began to move the rockets next to them onto the launcher one by one, preparing to give those Troll a big surprise.
However, after moving two or three pieces, Aaron suddenly stopped, looked at the people standing at the stern of the boat, waved to them, and asked them to come over and help.
Although these are all big shots in high positions, none of them are the kind of people who are unwilling to work. Now seeing the power of the Aaron rocket, everyone has no reason to refuse Aaron's request. Everyone gathered around to help Aaron fill all ten launchers.
"Okay, listen to my order. Let's light it together. When the fuse is lit, we will retreat immediately. Everyone else will regret it. Even if the fuse you are responsible for is not lit, you must retreat together. You have also seen how dangerous this thing is." As the one who has dealt with rockets the most, Sicco Thermaplugg naturally plays the role of commander.
Following Sicco Thermaplugg's order, everyone quickly lit the fuse and retreated to a distance to watch the ten rockets soar into the sky one by one from the launch pad.
Ten rockets flew out one after another with bright tail flames, like a burning meteor falling into the Troll who had not realized the danger was coming. The raging flames and the ensuing explosion blew up the skin and flesh of these Troll who were originally reluctant to participate in the battle. In the blink of an eye, the Troll's formation quickly lost control and became turbulent.
Seeing these Troll clashing in the flames, but unable to organize effective countermeasures at all, Aaron, who was very satisfied with the rocket produced by his company, signaled everyone to start preparations for the next round of launch.
After everyone fired three rounds in succession, no part of the Troll's position was burning. The few Troll who were lucky enough not to be touched by the flames did not dare to move at all and could only cower and hide in places where the fire was weak.
Looking at the battlefield covered in fierce flames below, Aaron still felt that the power of these rockets was not enough. Although they looked powerful, their actual killing capabilities were not ideal.
The Trolls seemed to be burned badly, but they soon realized that the flames could not kill them, but the overwhelming flames still made these Trolls who had no intention of fighting completely lose their fighting spirit.
Even though the Amani Trollss in the Troll formation tried hard to reorganize their offensive, they could only watch helplessly those Trolls from the small Hordes fleeing in all directions. The remaining Amani Trollss were helpless and had no choice but to retreat when the Alliance army was stopped by the sea of fire from attacking.
"You're withdrawing now? I haven't..." Looking at Troll running away below, Aaron sighed with regret, and then waved to the guys behind him who were having fun. "Everyone, you can stop."
"This thing is a bit interesting." Varian casually rubbed his hands that were blackened by rocket launches, looked at the more than 30 rockets placed aside and said, "I used to see the dwarfs being so excited when they were playing with rockets and I didn't understand it, but now I can understand it."
Seeing Varian's unfinished expression, Aaron had no choice but to comfort him and said that there would definitely be a chance for him to have fun when he attacked Zul'Aman.
"Ahem, I am the king of a country, how could I..." Before Varian could finish his words, he was interrupted by Liam next to him, "Just now Uther sent someone to inform us that Silvermoon City's envoy has arrived and asked us if we want to go there."
"Of course we have to go, otherwise what are we doing here?" Varian agreed without thinking. Although he had a great time just now, he did not forget his responsibilities as a military observer.
Whether as the king of Stormwind City or as a member of the Alliance, Varian needs to understand Quel'Thalas's attitude towards the Alliance. Now is a good opportunity.