Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

Accompanied by the hissing sound of high-pressure gas.

The machine that uses the exquisite principle makes a slight sound.

The nutrient liquid in the nutrient tank is drawn out by the tubes one by one.

The nanorobots are also recovered.

The huge nutrient tank is slowly opened.

Several intelligent robots help Sven from the nutrient tank to an operating table that has been prepared long ago.

On the operating table, the rotating mechanical table slowly falls down, extending dense silver wires.

The silver wires spread along his body, wrapping him up.

These extremely light silver metal wires are like nothing, each of which is only the size of an atom.

The reason why Sk can see these silver wires.

Simply because their number is too large.

The thin wires wrap him up.

The intelligent robot begins to adjust his body data.

Sk feels that a huge amount of data has appeared in his mind.

The silver thread connected to his brain and neurons, and a vast amount of information and data also poured into his thinking cortex.

Sk had never felt that his brain could think about every problem so clearly.

In a few milliseconds, his brain had understood the Holy Light to a terrifying degree.

Everything in his eyes turned into data.

In his eyeballs, countless information suddenly lit up.

The weight, volume and other data of the objects were displayed in his brain.

917

Unprecedented power poured into his body, giving him the illusion that he could easily tear the whole world apart.

A tall figure walked in from outside.

His footsteps were heavy and rhythmic.

The golden armor on his body represented that he was a stranger.

Serving a powerful and mysterious leader.

A great man dedicated to saving the human race in the multiverse.

"What's the situation?" asked the person who walked in.

"The target data is normal, and the biological combat engine has been successfully implanted."

The robot spoke.

Sk looked at the warrior. He had seen him before, but he didn't know his name.

"What's your name?" Sk asked.

"You can call me Tiss, a member of the guard of Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists. I'm glad that you will be one of us." Tiss whispered, "Not everyone is qualified to fight for the leader. We only need the strongest people."

"I am honored for this. What about my comrades?" Sk asked.

"The other two warriors have also entered the final stage and will be transformed soon." Tiss said, "The army is ready. Now, we are just waiting for you."

"What kind of army?"

"An army that is enough for you to easily recapture your homeland." Tiss waved his hand, letting the robot come over and gave it an order, "Send him to the recovery room. He must recover as soon as possible so that he can be put intoOn the battlefield."

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A few days later.

Sk stood on a huge metal platform.

In front of the magnificent metal building, he looked very small.

The rumbling machinery spewed out flames, and the sound of iron hitting iron came from all directions.

Sk had never thought that steel and fire could forge such a miracle.

A magnificent steel city stood in front of him.

Countless mechanical creatures were working in it.

The mountains and rivers were crushed, and the ores in them were thrown into the furnace for quenching.

The molten iron was separated into hundreds of metals, forged into blocks, and then cooled and reforged according to a certain proportion.

These mixed metals were cut, etched, folded, forged, and made into finished products.

The hammer in Sk's hand was forged in this magnificent factory.

It is more powerful.

It can easily emit thunder and holy light.

In front of such a weapon, no enemy can resist.

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On the other side of the platform was an army of nearly thousands of people.

Holding the latest weapons, they stood in a neat line waiting for Sk's orders.

Men and women of appropriate age were organized.

Wearing armor and holding spears, their eyes were full of expectations for revenge.

Sk stretched out his hand, and a huge screen appeared in the air.

Stratholme, known as the pearl city of Lordaeron, appeared in front of everyone.

Stratholme has become a horrible plague land, with countless zombies and monsters wandering in the ruins. Swinging.

There are no living people here.

Stratholme is the origin of the plague and the starting point of Arthas's corruption.

Scirk chose it as the first place to be recovered.

The undead plague started here and will end here.

All the soldiers stood up straight.

Even if they didn't make a sound, they could sense that their rage for revenge was burning.

"We will recover our homeland and make the instigator pay the price. ”

Sk raised his hammer, surrounded by thunder and holy light.

The soldiers remained silent, and then followed the order to go to their respective posts.

Then, a huge metal ship took off and headed straight for Stratholme.

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Mount Hyjal.

Nordrassil, the world tree known as the crown of the sky, stood on the top of the mountain, majestic and sturdy.

The dragon bestowed countless blessings on this giant tree, and it was these blessings that allowed the night elves to gain eternal life.

And now, this holy land regarded as home by the night elves is suffering from the invasion of demons.

The second in command of the Burning Legion felt the terrifying magic fluctuations coming from the land of Lordaeron.

There are more terrifying creatures that have arrived.

They must seize the world tree as soon as possible, only ifOnly in this way can the life of the entire world be polluted and more members of the Burning Legion be summoned.

Archimonde led the main force of the Burning Legion to the top of the mountain.

The human army led by the Dalaran mage Jaina has been defeated.

Even the Orc Army is about to collapse.

The Burning Legion cooperated with the Scourge, and the rebellious orcs who drank the blood of demons.

For a time, the offensive was terrifying.

The coalition of the three tribes was beaten back step by step.

"We need a group of reinforcements." Looking at the enemies rushing towards Mount Hyjal, the druid Malfurion looked at Medivh who turned into a crow prophet in front of him.

The power of demons and undead is too strong.

It is completely beyond their ability to fight.

Only by seeking external assistance can there be a glimmer of hope.

Medivh hovered in the air and then flew towards the direction of the land of Lordaeron.

There, perhaps, is the only hope for survival in this world.

If the owner of the mysterious magic power is willing to assist the coalition.

Then they still have a chance of victory.

Otherwise, facing such a powerful Burning Legion and Undead Legion, they will only shed their last drop of blood.