Following the river south, the water will flow through the Hillsbrad Foothills, the richest area in the entire Lordaeron continent, irrigating areas such as Tarren Mill, and eventually flow into the sea through the edge of Southsea City, the capital of the Southsea city-state.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Thandolil River is the lifeline of half of the Lordaeron continent. Now the Scourge is doing this, forcing millions of people to death.
"Attack--" Holding the Hammer of Destiny high up, the entire rapid reaction force looked down from the sky, transformed into a huge arrow, and rushed towards the Scourge Army by the river.
The charge of thousands of war horses created the momentum of an army of thousands.
The earth is shaking and the sky is trembling.
"Kill these bones!" The soldiers' blood boiled.
Following the charge of the famous hero Mograine the Ashbringer, this is the battle they seek.
Even if they were led by the Scourge, they still pursued battle after battle without hesitation, because every battle against the undead was endowed with glory.
This is a glorious battle to protect our families and the beautiful creatures in this world.
Due to their limited talents, they will never have the chance to step into the realm of heroes and participate in the epic battles that have been sung through the ages by bards.
They are just mortals.
However, even if they shed their last drop of blood, they will never regret it. Because the great commander of the Alliance, Edmund Duke, said, "Those who protect faith and hope with their own lives and souls are already heroes, and your feats are always worthy of respect."
This sentence inspires them every day, every hour, every moment, every minute and every second.
Mortals can also protect this world with their own power!
"Charge!" Alexandros led Raynor and the paladins to charge through the enemy formation. On the two wings behind them, the Alliance lieutenants ordered the infantry to slow down and dismount 200 yards away from the enemy. In a trot, a neat battle line that could almost be measured with a ruler was formed.
When the battle started, it was already an invincible battle formation that could crush everything in its path.
The infantry followed the cavalry's steps, forming a five-hundred-meter-long battle line, using blunt weapons such as one-handed hammers to destroy every undead that blocked their way.
Everything was going well until they got deep into the enemy's territory, when they suddenly discovered that almost every inch of the shore, and even the land they had just passed, was shaking.
Countless undead crawled out from beneath the ground.
"Trap!?" Alexandros was suddenly shocked.
If it were just low-level undead creatures like zombies and skeletons, he would not care about even a few hundred thousand of them, unless there were hundreds of thousands of them.
The key point is that those who rose up were all intermediate undead of the level of bone demons and ghouls, and they were also equipped with a large number of abominations and zombie dogs. This was not an enemy that ordinary soldiers holding a long sword enchanted with Demon Slayer could deal with.
"The entire army marches south!" Old Mograine raised the Hammer of Destiny and pointed it to the south.
"Hehe! A wise judgment, but unfortunately meaningless." Along with a sinister laugh, the undead figure of Kel'Thuzad, wrapped in evil aura, appeared on the top of a hill in the direction they came from.
A large number of high-level death knights and high-level liches appeared from the four directions of east, west, south and north at the same time. The leaders were actually Alexandros's acquaintances.
"You..." Old Mograine's voice was a little choked. The people who came into his sight were all the heroes he had favored, who were just a little bit away from entering the realm of heroes.
Duchess Blaumeux, Sir Selyek, Lord Kurtaz... Mograine has worked with them all.
It is clearer that Blaumeux and Selyek have fallen in love and become lovers after spending a long time together. I originally wanted to go to their wedding after the natural disaster attack, but who would have thought...
Now they have undoubtedly entered the realm of heroes, but unfortunately they are in the identity of Death Knights!
They advanced like breaking through the waves, easily killing all the elite troops trained by old Mograine, and almost without difficulty reached Mograine.
"Join us! You will become the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!" Braumux's eyes, which were filled with dark magic, emitted a strange light.
Old Mograine said nothing, and swung his hammer directly at the three death knights. This was not the first time, nor the last time. As long as his comrades died and became undead, they would become hostile beings in another world.
"Hah!" Alexandros shouted three times, and with each shout, he easily knocked an Apocalypse Knight away.
"This power...hehe!" Kel'Thuzad looked at old Mograine, his red eyes flashing constantly.
Suddenly, he took action!
"Bondage!"
Dozens of blue-black dark energy chains appeared from the void and tied Mograine tightly in an instant.
What made the surrounding soldiers even more terrified was that Alexandros' eldest son, Reno, actually stabbed his father's chest with his sword.
The sword blade pierced through the joint of the left armpit, passed through the lung lobe, and went straight into the heart.
No matter how thick the plate armor is, it cannot protect this part. When Renault's sneak attack broke through the thin chain mail at the armpit joint, the result was already doomed.
"It's over! Father! Your brutal rule over me is over! Hahahaha!" Renault's eyes were red, the same scarlet color as Kel'Thuzad's eyes.
At this moment, everyone would understand that Renault's soul had already fallen.
At this moment, there was one less Paladin in the world and one more Death Knight.
"Hahaha! Without you restraining me, I'm finally free! Hahaha!" Renault laughed wildly, not noticing anything wrong with his father's body.
Alexandros, who was obviously fatally wounded and unable to speak, suddenly sighed: "Yes! It should be over! Although I have always wanted to believe that you are not the second Arthas..."
What?
Renault was horrified. He suddenly realized that the assassination he had prepared carefully for so long and simulated countless times in his mind had failed.
The illusion before his eyes faded, and Renault finally saw that the person he stabbed to death was a water elemental with exactly the same appearance as his father, not his father.
His father was standing by, looking at him with the sharpest and coldest gaze.
"No...Impossible?" Renault screamed.
"There are so many impossible things!" Along with old Mograine's sneer, Kel'Thuzad was shocked to find that the space teleportation barrier he carefully arranged was torn apart, and hundreds of portals appeared on the outskirts of the Scourge.
Powerful Alliance warriors, led by Tyrande, are on the scene one after another!
The high priest of the night elves raised his jade hand lightly, and countless star fragments drew beautiful arcs in the air, fell from the sky, and smashed onto the heads of the undead creatures.
Most undead creatures accept such attacks without hesitation.
Only a very small number of powerful members of the Scourge could dodge this attack.
Just now, the Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse, facing Tyrande's attack, even had to roll into a ball with the skeletal warhorses beneath them and fall down the hillside before they could barely roll out of the range of the meteor fragments.
"Boom boom boom!" With loud noises, meteors exploded fiercely in the places where the undead creatures gathered, and the scorching airflow swept across the battlefield. After a large number of bones were smashed to pieces, even the residue was swept away more than ten meters by the continuous shock waves. The remaining Lordaeron warriors exclaimed and gasped, and were surprised to find that most of the undead creatures had been swept away.
Turalyon, Saidan Dathrohan, and Abendis, three mighty paladins, rushed over together. The sacred golden light on their bodies was so brilliant that they were like three moving blazing golden mountains, sweeping up all the impurities that approached them and completely melting them into the golden light.
"For the Lich..." The newly born Death Knight had no time to shout out the slogan with his soul before the holy flames completely engulfed him.
Kel'Thuzad watched helplessly as the armor of the Death Knights he was so proud of was shattered right in front of him by the holy light that was equivalent to high heat for the undead, revealing their hard and shrunken muscles, dry bones, and clumped internal organs. Then the dark aura lingering on their bodies was blown away like steam, and finally their entire bodies and corrupted souls turned to ashes.
The chief lich under the Lich King's throne was stunned for a moment.
The timing of the Alliance's strong arrival was perfect!
It was so accurate that it arrived in seconds.
This couldn't be a coincidence. Even if they received a distress message suddenly, it wouldn't be enough to put on armor in such a short time. How could they mobilize so many alliance masters at once?
All I can say is that the Alliance must have received the news early on, and took advantage of Raynor's rebellion to prepare for a big trick on the Scourge!
If Kel'Thuzad's sweat glands were still working, he would probably be sweating profusely by now!
"Kel'Thuzad! Repent for what you have done to defile the Sunwell—" As Sylvanas roared, an arrow emitting dazzling lightning seemed to shoot from the distant sky and easily hit Kel'Thuzad's magic shield.
The entire space around the Great Lich seemed to tremble slightly, and countless dark lines spread out from the contact point between the magic shield and the arrow tip, interweaving with the lightning stimulated by the power of thunder, emitting a dazzling flash.
The two forces intertwined to form a huge net.
The next moment, more golden light hit the net. It was a long-range attack from the artifact Quel'Zaram. At that moment, the golden holy light and the purple lightning finally overwhelmed the dark icy aura, and the three forces formed a scream, followed by a huge explosion.
The explosion flashed a blinding light, but that was all. Everyone was surprised to see this scene—Kel'Thuzad actually slowly stopped in the strong impact and light of the explosion.
"No..."
Every strong man in the Alliance wanted to shout out the word "impossible", but the air seemed to become as sticky as paste.
What happened again! ?
The warriors who came with old Mograine were the least confused about the situation.
I thought it was just a normal battle to wipe out the remnants of the Scourge, but it turned out to be a decisive battle with the main force of the Scourge.
Alexandros seemed to have the upper hand, but suddenly the Son of the Ashbringer rebelled again and stabbed his father in the vitals. It felt like a replica of the tragedy of Arthas killing his father.
I thought this was going to be a tragedy, but the heroes from the Alliance arrived and the situation turned around again.
God knows, the Alliance seemed to have the upper hand, but suddenly time seemed to stop!
What is it this time!?
To the surprise of all the living, exclamations were heard from within the Scourge as well, and they saw bewildered expressions on the faces of the dead Death Knights.
An evil will has arrived from the distant starry sky, in the darkest void of the universe.
When the projection of that huge will descended on the battlefield, the space began to shake. The battlefield space, which was at least three thousand meters long and wide, could collapse at any time because it could not withstand the huge pressure.
In the field of vision, the entire riverbank of the wide and turbulent Thostoril River seemed to be twisted like a twisted rope.
The sand and gravel on the ground fluttered into the air as if against gravity, and the vast battlefield had become the most incredible and strange space.
The rushing river water rumbled against the river bank, which should have made a loud noise like huge waves hitting reefs, but no one could hear any sound.
The only sound everyone heard was a strange sound. If you have to describe what the sound was like, it was like a big-mouthed monster chewing a lot of glass shards in its mouth.
This will, which is almost at the extreme of evil, has extremely powerful pressure that spreads in all directions.
The low-level undead creatures fell to the ground, trembling in fear, not daring to move an inch. The middle and high-level undead creatures lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the projection.
The faces of the mortal warriors were all pale, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat, and their eyes were dark due to extreme fear, unable to see. Their hearts seemed to be a lone boat caught in a whirlpool of terror, ready to capsize at any time and drown in this endless tide of death.
Because the one who appeared was Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion!
The giant red demon leader grinned, "Yo! Ants who dare to defy the will of the Legion... and despicable traitors who dare to betray me, the time of reckoning has come! Hahahaha!"
Accompanied by the demons' wild laughter, every being on the battlefield was horrified to find that the space was further distorted. Kil'jaeden seemed to want to tear the entire battlefield apart, or throw it out of the world of Azeroth.
"Come closer to me--" Rhonin screamed.
Space magic was not Rhonin's specialty. As a genius in the arcane department, Rhonin also had good attainments in space magic. Especially under Duke's guidance, Rhonin was instilled with a lot of ordinary astronomy knowledge that Du thought was common sense. For a native human of Azeroth, this was undoubtedly an enlightenment. Rhonin's space magic level has made great progress.
It is obviously unrealistic to save everyone from the demon leader's shocking conspiracy. The only person Rhonin can try his best to protect is the strongest person around him.
Several heroes approached Rhonin, but two of them were too far away for him to take care of.
Because Sylvanas and Tyrande have already reached Kel'Thuzad.
"For Quel'Thalas!" Sylvanas angrily attacked Kel'Thuzad! She could never forgive him.
Even though Kel'Thuzad had never personally killed her compatriots, it was precisely to revive this bastard that Arthas massacred the city, burned Eversong Woods, destroyed Silvermoon City, and damaged the Sunwell!
"madness!"
Even in this state, are you still thinking about destroying your enemies first?
Red light flashed in Kel'Thuzad's skull eye sockets.
Even though the space around him was almost stagnant, and the place where he was was the center of time that had stopped, icy white spell runes still flashed one after another above Kel'Thuzad's white finger bones.
He stretched out his hand and pointed into the air, and was immediately freed from the restraints.
"Kil'jaeden! If you were in Azeroth now, maybe you would really succeed..." The lich grinned, and his white jawbone seemed to be making a mocking expression.
The great lich pointed with his huge finger bones, and the white runes burned like flames, forming an illusory ice-colored scepter.
This scepter was like a siege cone. As Kel'Thuzad swung his arms, it slammed heavily into the void.
It was clearly a staff, but it was full of violent aesthetics. The impact it produced was so strong that the void in front of everyone paused slightly.
Void Recall!
This evil spell can instantly destroy the spatial constraints of the same level or even higher than the caster, and teleport the caster to a previously designated location.
However, like all other emergency escape magic, its backlash effect is equally astonishing. Even with the strength of a Sun-class Archlich, Kel'Thuzad still suffered serious injuries after returning.
Over there, Tyrande glanced at Rhonin in the distance and saw that he had already covered several people with a purple arcane shield. She knew that time was running out.
Suddenly, she was wrapped in a milky white light, and her whole body was as fast as an arrow. She grabbed Sylvanas and slammed into the light produced by Kel'Thuzad's teleportation.
"You..." Kel'Thuzad suddenly felt a strong fear for these two mortal hitchhikers. He didn't know if his magic was enough to take the three beings out of Kil'jaeden's wide-space trap.
But the next moment, he immediately discovered that Tyrande only entangled him with the power of the Moon Goddess, but did not interfere with his magic.
"Hahaha! You will definitely regret this!" Kel'Thuzad's laughter echoed in the void.
At the last moment, Sylvanas vomited blood and fainted...
Time goes back to the present!
After hearing Bolvar's report, Duke's face turned pale and his hands holding the report trembled constantly.
A terrible disaster has happened!
"Rhonin, Turalyon, Alfred Abendis and Saidan Dathrohan disappeared during the space transfer and their whereabouts are unknown."
"For unknown reasons, Tyrande Whisperwind and Sylvanas Windrunner were captured by Kel'Thuzad. Now, Her Majesty Elune, the Moon Goddess, has sent a request for rescue to the Alliance. She is doing her best to save the two from being killed, but time is limited."
"Alexandros Mograine is seriously injured and is recovering in Lordaeron City."
It is no exaggeration to say that this counterattack operation, which mobilized a large number of alliance strongmen, can be said to be a complete failure.
Just this report made all the joy of killing Nefarian just now washed away into the abyss.
Duke was speechless for a long time.
Beside her, the weak Calia was already crying loudly. Ilucia hugged her tightly, not knowing how to comfort her.
Vereesa stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.
Every hero who returned from Blackwing Lair had a deathly pale face.
Duke has always known that Kil'jaeden is determined to destroy Azeroth.
But I didn't expect that the fraudster would be so ruthless this time and actually take over both companies!
Should we say that he lives up to his reputation as a fraudster?
There must have been a leak of information from somewhere.
Duke knew that Renault was prone to causing trouble. Since there was the tragedy of Arthas killing his father in this life, Duke did not dare to pretend to be a saint and believed that Renault would be kind. So he warned Alexandros, secretly told Abendis, and even arranged a possible counter-encirclement in advance.
I didn't expect it to be used, and it almost made Kel'Thuzad look bad.
The only thing I didn't expect was that while the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole
As expected, the cunning Kil'jaeden and the sinister Old Gods are both difficult to deal with!
Magni came up and patted Duke on the shoulder: "Duke! I dare not say that I understand how you feel about your lover being taken away, but I must remind you that you are now the commander of the Alliance. You must make a decision as soon as possible and tell every warrior in the Alliance what to do? Varian and his men are being held back by the greenskins who believe in Hakkar. If there is another expedition, I guess we can only rely on them."
Duke looked around. Although every hero's eyes were still full of spirit, Duke knew that their mental and physical strength had reached their limits.
Magni, Grom, and Cairne are all injured.
Kil'jaeden's trap just now caused the Alliance to temporarily lose seven main heroes.
Alleria, Varian and others were held back by the trolls.
Coupled with the insect riot in Silithus, we can no longer rely on the Horde.
Be it the Alliance or the Horde, there is no way they can expect to organize a decent group of heroes in a short period of time.
However, without a heroic group, simply entering Naxxramas or Ahn'Qiraj would be like being killed.
Everyone stared at him, hoping that he would come up with a solution. They didn't want to put too much pressure on Duke. They had no choice. Because, under the conspiracy of the Deceiver Kil'jaeden, the evil forces lurking around the world have begun their general offensive.
If nothing is done, Azeroth will be doomed even before the main force of the Burning Legion arrives.
Only at this moment did Duke truly feel the weight on his shoulders.
Take a deep breath and expel the foul air from your lungs through your nasal cavity.
Duke raised his head slightly, and his clear voice echoed throughout the Stormwind's council hall: "I have to admit that our enemies are powerful! They are strong, terrible, insidious, far-sighted, and numerous. However, this is not a reason for us to surrender and retreat. Since Kil'jaeden has the ability to bring so many evil forces together to explode collectively, shouldn't we destroy them all in one go?"
All in one breath?
Eliminate them all?
Everyone almost thought Duke was talking in his sleep.
Duke smiled and turned to look at Magni: "I declare that Area 51 will be unsealed immediately. It seems that we have to use the thing inside!"
"That thing!?" Magni's eyes suddenly lit up.
Area 51, it's just Duke's bad taste.
This is a top-secret area that only relevant craftsmen, scientists, and classified troops can enter. In the Alliance's top echelons, basically only three or five people in each kingdom know about the existence of Area 51.
However, if you associate Duke, dwarf and midget, you can roughly understand what is going on.
"My plan requires support from many parties. I am urgently summoning the Kirin Tor councillors and Gelbin from Dalaran. Well, before that, I will go to see Elune."
Duke ran to the Church of Elune in Stormwind City. As a contact and as part of strengthening the Alliance, Stormwind Kingdom allowed Elune to preach in the kingdom, so a small Moon Goddess Temple was built in a corner of the church area.
Under the guidance of the priestess, Duke came all the way to the roofless main hall. Even though it was daytime, Duke could easily sense the will of the goddess.
"Edmund Duke, you are here." No matter how many times, the goddess' gaze always gave Duke a sense of peace of mind.
"Yes, goddess. I long to know the condition of my love."
"They are both fine. My power will still protect them for now. But you who have experienced the Ancient War know very well that my protection is never perfect..."
Duke was a little silent.
Yes! He still remembered that in the War of the Ancients, the Eredar Twins simply dragged Tyrande back to the Twisting Nether, which cut off Tyrande's connection with Elune, and then easily destroyed Tyrande's defenses.
If Duke hadn't happened to be playing Duke in the Burning Legion and had not reached the level of a Void Lord, there might have been a fallen banshee named Tyrande Whisperwind in this life.
Duke sighed: "Even if Kel'Thuzad and Arthas had ten thousand guts, they wouldn't dare to run to the Twisting Nether."
Elune's illusory female figure also sighed: "I hope you know that Sylvanas Windrunner is not my priest, and my protection for her is not perfect."
"I'll do it as soon as possible!" Duke gritted his teeth.
"You have a month." Elune nodded.
Duke didn't dare to think about how much divine power it would take to protect his high priest in the enemy camp and add a burden. Anyway, Elune was absolutely kind. Duke knew that this was all because he had saved Azeroth.
Duke bowed deeply: "Thank you so much!"
"I don't need your gratitude, as long as I can punish C'Thun this time. Their madness... Alas!" Although Elune and C'Thun and other ancient gods are all called gods, they are not of the same kind. Thanks to Blizzard's crazy habit of changing the settings and eating their own setting books. Duke, who came a few years earlier, didn't know whether Elune was an ancient god, a star soul of Azeroth, or a Titan.
Anyway, he is the best ally of the justice side!
Right now, in Naxxramas.
If Kel'Thuzad still had balls, he would be in great pain.
In the core area of Naxxramas, a terrible special prison was opened up. Eight liches stared at the beautiful couple snuggling together in the middle of the prison day and night.
Of course, for a group of liches who no longer have penises, no matter how beautiful mortal women are, it has nothing to do with them.
"I advise you to give up quickly and join the great Lich King! You won't last long. I will make one of you a dark ranger general and the other my right-hand man." Kel'Thuzad persuaded them to surrender.
In the center of the liches' vision, two beautiful women were hugging each other, their rosy lips almost touching.
If you don't pay attention, you would really think that the two have been dead for a long time.
In the eyes of the undead, it was a different scene: the two people's heartbeats were very slow, but their vitality was still strong. Their small noses gently touched each other, and for almost a minute, a long and small breath came out of one of their nostrils, purified by the power of the moon god on the surface of the body, and then inhaled into the nostrils of the other person.
This is a state of suspended animation similar to hibernation.
Kel'Thuzad gritted his teeth in hatred. Not only was he tricked by Kil'jaeden, but he was even able to escape by hitching a ride with two survivors.
If they could kill the two and turn them into undead, it would undoubtedly be a great success for the Scourge, because these were the leaders of the two kingdoms after all.
Who knew that Elune would waste a huge amount of divine power to protect them. Kel'Thuzad was furious, and he used his abominations to hack them, and used a large number of liches to cast spells to grind them. He tried almost everything, but he couldn't hurt the two women at all.
I originally wanted to starve them to death or let them die of thirst, but who knew that they had a way to enter a state of suspended animation and successfully delay time.
Obviously, with his Antonidas level strength, he cannot shake the protection of the Moon Goddess.
"Bastards! When our great Lord wakes up, that will be the day of your downfall!" Kel'Thuzad could only hope that Arthas, who had merged with the Lich King Ner'zhul, would wake up.
Unfortunately, that seemed to be a distant thing. After Arthas put on the Lich King's helmet, his entire body and soul were sealed on the Frozen Throne, and there was no sound ever again.
The fusion of souls is very complicated, and no one can tell how long it will take.
Kel'Thuzad could only wait.
On the other hand, after bidding farewell to Allen, Duke waited for the Kirin Tor councilor from Dalaran.
Duke first saluted several Kirin Tor councillors, then got straight to the point: "As everyone knows, Speaker Rhonin is temporarily missing. So according to the previous agreement, I will exercise the power of the alternate Speaker of the Kirin Tor and temporarily take over the leadership of the Kirin Tor Parliament."
"Of course." Several councillors responded.
After Dalaran was destroyed by the Scourge, the neutrality of the Kirin Tor Council was actually gone. Because including the new city of Dalaran, almost the entire kingdom was rebuilt within the framework of the Alliance. If the countries were at most adding water to milk before, now it is simply adding milk to water.
In particular, several councillors were basically forcibly brought up to the Archmage level by Duke, so the Kirin Tor Parliament also has a new bill that "any mage in the Alliance who reaches the Dawn Sun level will be automatically regarded as the substitute for the Kirin Tor Speaker regardless of their nationality." When the Speaker who was elected by Dalaran Reagan is absent or unable to perform the duties of the Speaker, the substitute Speaker can take the position with the consent of more than three councillors.
Now Duke is just going through the motions.
After a few words, Duke added the title of 'Speaker of the Kirin Tor' to his title.
Soon, the gnome master smith Gelbin Mekkatorque arrived.
Duke looked around, at Gelbin, Magni, and several Kirin Tor councillors, and said loudly: "I declare! Skybreaker Project - Launch!"
Anard is a low-level lich.
Since he was a human archmage in his lifetime, when his soul was captured by the Lich King after his death, he naturally became a lich.
In the Barrens, his undead soldiers were gathering together the bodies of a massacred village.
"The quality of orc skeletons and zombies is indeed better than that of humans. It's a pity that orcs don't have much chance to give birth to witches...monsters..."
It was clearly just an ordinary soliloquy, but in the end, he was shocked to find that it took dozens of times longer to convey his thoughts.
"Slow...down...spell!?"
He realized something, but was completely powerless to change the status quo.
He wanted to call for help, but no skeleton around him could sense his mental commands.
The next moment, his consciousness completely dissipated, and he didn't even realize that a young wizard in a blue and white robe was standing behind him.
"Hmm! Interesting! Really interesting!" Duke touched Anand's skull, and the soul-related abilities he learned from the Burning Legion came in handy.
After the other party's memories, as well as the mental communication channel and the composition of the Lich King's magic mark were transmitted to the system AI for classification, Duke touched his chin and said, "This is the so-called Soul Searching Technique, right?"
Vanessa complained about Duke's behavior at the right time: "Oh! Has the filthiness of the terrible beast Duke finally reached the sky? Have you fallen to the point where you don't even spare a bone?"
Duke was so embarrassed: "Hey! Damn maid, don't say anything nonsense. I didn't do anything out of line."
"Oh! Even the fact that you used white liquid to dye the Black Dragon Princess white doesn't count?" Vanessa turned her head away with disdain.
Ugh! Vanessa's evidence is damn strong.
Duke was speechless!
However, the next moment, Duke raised his hand, and without anyone seeing him casting any spell, a ball of fire fluttered and in a flash the lich lying on the ground was turned to ashes, while the lich's clothes and equipment were not damaged at all.
"Master, you are..."
"Tell Jaina to follow the plan."
At the same time, Kel'Thuzad felt extremely irritated.
After becoming a great lich, he thought he had lost the emotions that a living being should have, but unfortunately, the spiritual attributes of anger and irritability still remained in his soul.
He didn't know how long Duke's attack on Blackwing Lair would last, nor did he know whether Kil'jaeden had deeper plans for the Scourge. He only knew that he had to take advantage of the opportunity when the living were busy with their own affairs to collect some powerful servants for His Majesty the Lich King.
"The troll riots are just a small trick. The one who can truly influence this world is the one behind Ahn'Qiraj..."
Kel'Thuzad swept the red light in his skull's eye sockets across the stage, where the three Horsemen of the Apocalypse were repairing their bodies with shadow energy.
Kil'jaeden's spatial trap was a bit strange, and it felt a bit... lacking in lethality. Although it caused considerable damage to the Scourge, it was not fatal.
It seems that among the three horsemen of the Apocalypse, Kurtaz, the most seriously injured, only lost his lower body, which is fatal to the living, but just that to the undead.
Kel'Thuzad was still dissatisfied: "Not good enough! We must have a strong enough individual, a Paladin would be even better."
After becoming a great lich and conducting a large number of inhuman experiments, he has basically come to the conclusion that the strongest undead must be transformed from the strongest living being.
Without the living, there would be no dead. The growth of the Scourge still had to rely on powerful living beings. This was not good news for Kel'Thuzad, who believed in the supremacy of the dead.
As a servant, Kel'Thuzad can only follow the existing rules until the Lich King awakens again.
Kel'Thuzad felt annoyed as he looked at Renault Mograine, who was standing in the direction of the attack and fidgeting a little further away. This kid had not shown his true value at all. If he succeeded in assassinating his father and dragged the famous Ashbringer into the realm of the dead, Kel'Thuzad might have given him the status of a second-tier leader.
Now... you are just a third-rate Death Knight, go away wherever you want!
Kel'Thuzad raised his huge hand, pointed his cone-like bone fingers to the east, and ordered: "Naxxramas begins moving! Target - Southshore City-State!"
Kel'Thuzad's memory as a human was not too far away, and he knew very well that humans were fragile creatures that would starve to death in large numbers without food. At this time, the production areas of the Eastern Kingdoms and the southern continent were concentrated in the Westfall and Elwynn Forest. The problem was that the hateful Duke ran Stormwind Kingdom like an iron bucket.
The Sentinel Territory was upgraded to the Sentinel Fortress, forming a defense chain with the Xiquan Fortress and other pivots. In addition, a large number of cavalry and tank units formed a rapid reaction force, making the small force of the Scourge useless.
In order to demonstrate the power of the Scourge and allow the once suppressed Cult of the Damned to rise again, Kel'Thuzad thought it was necessary to destroy the capital of the Alliance as an example, just as Arthas did six years ago.
Nanhai City - This is a miracle city that was developed from a small seaside town 20 years ago. As an important port connecting the north and south continents, Nanhai City's defense is also good. However, it still lacks the foundation of the old kingdom's main city.
The city walls can be built with the help of dwarven machines, but the work of carving the magic runes on the city walls cannot be done quickly. The magic power and mental strength of a magician are limited. Even for the most powerful magician, one hour a day to carve magic runes is already the limit.
Therefore, the magic defense level of Nanhai City can only be considered medium to low.
In fact, the same situation exists in New Lordaeron, but Kel'Thuzad believes that His Majesty the Lich King would be more interested in conquering Lordaeron himself.
He chose a very clever time, letting Naxxramas approach in the air just after nightfall. If everything went well, Naxxramas could raid Southshore City around midnight.
Night is a time when humans' vision is greatly reduced, but for the undead who can only perceive the outside world through their souls, this is their golden time.
Everything seemed to be going well until...
Kel'Thuzad was astonished to see a huge floating island appear in the sky of Southshore City, which was no less in size than Naxxramas.
"That is..."
Kel'Thuzad will never forget the purple dome-shaped wizard towers standing on the island. They are the crystallization of magical wisdom accumulated over 2,800 years. They are also the witness of human magical civilization.
Although it was destroyed once by the Scourge, it has apparently been rebuilt.
And it appeared before the Scourge in a brand new posture.
Kel'Thuzad's voice was almost a whisper: "Dalaran..."
It is completely impossible for mortals to imagine how a city weighing millions of tons can be put into the sky.
This is totally unscientific!
All right!
Discussing science in a magical world is often just bullshit!
In fact, after Duke accepted Rhonin as his disciple, he discussed with Rhonin whether to find an opportunity to rebuild Dalaran and raise Dalaran to the sky.
Who would have thought that Rhonin's reaction would be so confusing.
"Up to the sky? How is that possible? We mages can't fly ourselves, so how can we make a city fly up to the sky?"
At that moment, Duke was also stunned.
This cannot be blamed on Duke, because before Du traveled through time, there has never been any official explanation as to what principle was used to raise Dalaran and Naxxramas to the sky.
Duke was so annoyed that he searched on Baidu.
It turned out that Blizzard was unreliable and didn't give any explanation. Instead, similar information was found in the Dungeons & Dragons setting collection, which was the basis for the World of Warcraft game setting.
In the ancient Nesser Empire, there was once a genius magician who developed a magical secret treasure Miser Energy Core!
This artificial magic device looks like a crystal ball, but its diameter is nearly fifty meters. The sphere emits a very bright light, as dazzling as looking directly into the sun, and there are some faint shadows wandering on the surface. A gorgeous pedestal fixes this perfect spherical device.
Its function is very simple. It transmits the original energy of the magic network of Mystyra, the goddess of the magic network in Dungeons & Dragons, to the entire earth. This allows the arcanists to create an anti-magnetic field between the entire magic local area network and the earth without casting magic permanence, allowing huge mountains to be suspended in the air.
Therefore, the most powerful arcanists in the Nesser Empire often cut off entire mountains, then invert them and suspend them in mid-air to create floating cities.
Duke once thought that after traveling through time, he would never find something like the Misser Energy Core again in his life. With the mentality of waiting for the right moment, he did not care whether Dalaran could float into the sky as it did in history.
Until he went back ten thousand years to participate in the War of the Ancients.
Thanks to the trust of Lord Sargeras, Du participated in the construction of the portal connecting the world of Azeroth as a Void Lord.
As the nominal technical director of the Burning Legion at the time, Duke came into contact with a lot of Titan's black technology left by the Pantheon.
For example...the power reactor of the void battleship.
Even with the power of the system, Duke couldn't understand the meaning of the ancient Titan runes on the power reactor.
This did not prevent Duke from making a copy of all the data using the system.
After returning to Azeroth, Duke built a power reactor in the same way, but found that it could not make any ship, or even a piece of metal, fly.
Duke was disappointed for a long time, and secretly asked Rhonin, Jaina and Aegwynn Aegwynn to form a magic research team to conduct research.
Until recently, in a secret experiment in Dalaran, Duke successfully made a small mage tower fly ten meters off the ground.
He finally understood what the problem was.
The Titan Power Reactor's range of influence is limited to objects that have been reinforced with high-intensity and high-density magic circuits.
But anything that has not passed through the magic circuit is of no use.
Dalaran's surface buildings and underground areas have been strengthened by countless generations of mages over the past 2,800 years and have long since become a true magical creation.
In fact, two months ago, Duke had asked Gelbin to build a set of copycat giant void power furnace engines.
It's for today!
Of the two largest mage towers in Dalaran, one is dim and the other is shining brightly.
That is the mage tower of the Great Mage Duke of Antonidas.
However, the one who presides over this wizard tower now is one of Duke's recognized partners, the Archmage of the Archmage, Queen Jaina Proudmoore.
"Report! The Scourge's floating fortress Naxxramas is within range." JainaGolden Sword reminded Jaina.
"Do you want to go?" Aegwynn said with a smile.
Jaina waved her hand and issued an order from her dantian: "Light of Dalaran, prepare to launch!"
The so-called Light of Dalaran actually gathers the magic power of all the mage towers together, and after the magic power is synchronized through the twelve largest mage towers, the magic power is injected into a giant magic circle prepared in advance, which is then shaped and blasted out.
Theoretically, even the largest battleship in the cash world would be reduced to nothing as long as it was hit by one shot.
That was just a theory, because no one had ever tried the giant war magic at the main gun level that Duke mentioned.
If you are not careful, it is not uncommon that you will be blown into pieces before hitting the enemy, and then scattered evenly on the ground.
Well, the best description is what a goblin named Ditra always says: "Explosion is art."
The Archmages of the Moon, led by Jaina, spread their perception to every major magic transmission pipeline in the city of Dalaran and monitored everything nervously.
When the display panel representing the magic power filling degree changed from white to yellow, and then from yellow to orange, all the Kirin Tor members present, as well as the Archmage of the Moonlight who was transferred from various countries, looked at each other.
"Raise your hands if you agree to fire!" Jaina shouted.
This is the final vote.
If successful, it will be a landmark moment in the world of Azeroth.
If we fail... all magicians will have to bear the consequences together!
As arms rose one after another and the entire Dalaran reached a consensus, Jaina gave the order in a clear and powerful voice: "Fire!"
While giving the order, several fingers pressed on several magic rune buttons.
Twelve purple-blue beams with a width of more than five meters shot out from the spires of the twelve Grandmagus Towers in Dalaran.
It was as if the clock had struck twelve, and they all gathered neatly on the tallest and largest Grand Magus Tower in the center of Dalaran.
Jaina closed her eyes tightly and used all her strength to control this terrifying force that exceeded her limits.
Finally, after one eighteenth of a second, she successfully pushed out the huge amount of magic power that had been gathered according to the magic circuit that Duke had set in advance.
At this moment, the pitch-black night sky, which was originally pitch dark, became as bright as day.
The arcane energy that looked like a solid substance with a texture was ejected like the entire Thodolil River rushing in. In less than two seconds, the exaggerated energy beam conquered a distance of 10,000 meters and pierced the wall of the floating fortress of the Scourge, Naxxramas.
Although the magic shield had been activated, it was still powerless under such a terrible main gun bombardment. The outer wall of the fortress, which had been processed by countless generations of magic runes and the outer armor of the fortress, which was as hard as diamond, could not even withstand half a second, and the defense was directly declared a failure.
"The magic circuit of the No. 3 Mage Tower overloaded and collapsed."
"Number seven too!"
"No. 11 lost contact!"
In Duke's Sunrise Mage Tower, a large number of mid-level mages were in chaos. There were cheers from the crowd, shouts to the diligent commander, and reports from the calm ones.
Jaina frowned a little, because this meant that the quality of the Grandmagus Tower in Dalaran was mixed, just like the earth-shattering main gun shooting just now, there was no hope of firing a second shot in the next few months. Moreover, the command structure of the entire Dalaran needed further adjustment and reorganization, what a mess it was.
Immediately her beautiful golden eyebrows relaxed.
Anyway, at least the result is good.
On the huge magic mirror screen, one can clearly see that after the arcane light Cannon bombardment, the light beam pierced through the outer wall of the fortress and went straight into the interior. The surrounding space was blown to pieces by the highly concentrated arcane energy. Many places were burning in an instant. The strange purple-blue arcane fire was clearly visible from ten kilometers away.
The explosion occurred.
The vibrations and loud rumblings shook the entire Naxxramas Fortress. In the central command room of the fortress, all the liches stood up. The high-level liches were suspended in the air and of course they were fine, but most of the low-level and mid-level liches lost their footing and fell to the ground. The scene was very ugly.
"What's going on!?" Kel'Thuzad pounced on an object that looked like a crystal ball not far away in fear.
Just now, he felt that he had lost his mental connection with several leader monsters.
He couldn't believe this was true.
However, when he observed the damaged area through the monitoring crystal ball, everyone could feel that the frosty aura lingering around Kel'Thuzad had become many times stronger.
He was angry!
He is scared again!
In the surveillance field of vision, thick smoke was everywhere, green slurry exploded everywhere, and the monsters that had lost their leader and were incomplete were moving around randomly, even biting their companions madly.
Just with one strike, the Plague Zone, one of the four major areas of Naxxramas, was almost completely destroyed. The three leaders, Plaguebringer Norse, Filthy Silge, and Loatheb, were all killed, leaving nothing behind.
At this moment, a female scream attracted Kel'Thuzad's attention: "Dalaran's main gun is charging!"
What!?
Kel'Thuzad watched in horror as huge purple-blue halos began to light up on the twelve mage towers that had just stopped. He recognized it at a glance: it was the light of high-purity arcane energy.
"Can there be a second shot?" Kel'Thuzad did not notice at all that his voice was distorted by fear.
What a joke, such a terrifying thing can actually fire continuously? With that kind of power, unless it was the Lich King himself, any existence below the level of demigod would definitely be wiped out with one shot.
The banshee's scream, which is very characteristic of the undead, is the alarm sound of Naxxramas.
"The wall between the plague area and the spider area is broken! Arcane energy begins to spread in the spider area!" The voice of the curse cultist communicator sounded extremely shrill.
Farina almost jumped up and down: "Close the protective wall! Send Bones to rescue the spider eggs! Quick!"
Kel'Thuzad's huge skeleton claws suddenly grabbed the black witch's shoulders: "Shut up! It's impossible to save your damn spider eggs now! In order to prevent the disaster from expanding, the damaged area must be temporarily abandoned!"
"Don't give up!"
"Pa!" The great lich slapped his disobedient subordinate in the face.
"Organize a counterattack! Form a melee attack before Dalaran is fully charged! Use the death power of the great Lich King to submerge this damned sky city."
Kel'Thuzad now looks more like a gambler who has lost all his money.
He is gambling!
I bet Dalaran doesn't have such a huge reserve of mana!
I bet Dalaran won't be able to fire the second main gun!
At this moment, in the command center of Dalaran, the mages were a little scared when they saw that Naxxramas was advancing instead of retreating.
"Has our deception plan failed?" Jaina asked tremblingly.
"No, it succeeded! And it failed." Jaina rubbed her eyebrows.
The so-called charging just now was actually just her following the tips left by Duke and asking a group of Grandmaguss to cast Arcane Radiance on the Mage Tower and pretend to charge.
It would be best if we could scare Naxxramas away.
The female high elf that Aegwynn transformed into put her hands on her hips and said, "It seems that Kel'Thuzad is planning to slaughter us all and turn us all into liches, and then he can make up for the losses."
The arrogant ones are afraid of the stupid ones, and the stupid ones are afraid of the desperate ones!
The undead soldiers don't care about money or their lives. If you leave them alone, they will definitely increase in number. They are even more vicious than gangsters.
Every elite member of the Alliance has to go through sixteen years of adulthood, and then several or even more than ten years of training.
If it is a magician, it will be even more scarce.
This kind of exchange of fire was definitely not what Jaina wanted.
Moreover, if we take today's main gun test data back for research, and then come back when everything is complete and the main gun is upgraded to a perfect version, our chances of winning will definitely be much greater.
Aegwynn saw the hesitation on Jaina's face: "What? Do you want to retreat? After all, there is still that person..."
Jaina brushed her brilliant golden hair in a heroic manner and said, "How is that possible! If I destroy Nanhai City, Sister Ilucia will blame me to death."
Now, Dalaran is located above the sea southwest of Southsea City, just blocking Naxxramas coming from the west sea.
If Dalaran retreated, then Southsea City would be exposed to the enemy's front. When Naxxramas flew over Southsea City, even if a brick fell from the sky, the unlucky ones would still be the soldiers and civilians of Southsea City-state.
Dalaran cannot retreat!
Time passed by minute by minute. When the two fortresses came within 5,000 meters, the commanders of both sides gave the order at the same time: "All magic Cannons are ready to fire!"
The tense emotion seemed to spread through the nerves of everyone in the central command room at the speed of light.
Her facial muscles twitched, Jaina swallowed her saliva, raised one hand, and waved it down: "Fire!"
Kel'Thuzad shouted the same order without any particular order.
This time, countless huge black beams of light shot from the fortress to the sky city of Dalaran. Similarly, Dalaran responded with colorful light Cannons. Obviously, diverse elemental attacks are more difficult to defend. Dalaran desperately tried to maximize its shadow protection to reduce losses.
The magic shield is not omnipotent.
It can withstand the largest amount of magic attacks with the lowest concentration, but it cannot effectively protect against the piercing of high-concentration magic beams.
A large number of shadow light Cannons pierced through the protective shield like sharp spikes piercing paper, and shot at the first row of wizard towers on the west side of Dalaran, causing various explosions. Small black light bubbles quickly emerged and disappeared.
The commanders in Dalaran could see this scene on magic screens.
Each shadow bubble was enough to withstand the energy waves caused by the simultaneous explosion of several steam tanks, which also meant that at this moment, Dalaran also lost hundreds of magic professionals!
Arrange counterattacks, evacuate and treat the wounded, and even move the city of Dalaran clockwise so that the unattacked mage tower can confront the firepower of Naxxramas. In the mage tower of Dalaran, Jaina almost racked her brains to deal with this fortress battle that no one in this world has ever played before.
Fortress versus fortress sounds exciting, but only when you experience it yourself will you know how brutal this confrontation is.
After only fifteen minutes of fighting, Jaina had heard no less than ten familiar or previously heard names appear on the casualty list.
She clenched her fists tightly and gave clear instructions in a voice that was trying hard to control and not let it tremble.
Originally, this position was not hers, and Duke could have taken charge of everything.
Duke gave her this opportunity, and said it very nicely: "My journey is to the sea of stars, and the defense of the floating city is left to you."
This was not only a test of her command, but also the cruelest test of her magic control. Because many times, when the magic circuits in Dalaran were destroyed or blocked, she had to go into battle to solve the problem herself.
Manipulating such a huge amount of magic power, Jaina felt that something in her body was stirring, or in other words, her long-frozen magic circuit was eager to break through...
Just as the two sky cities that were beyond the imagination of mortals were firing at full force, a cult communicator in Naxxramas suddenly screamed, "Something is approaching us! It's so fast! Oh no! There's something above the clouds in the west!"
"What is it this time?" Kel'Thuzad screamed.
"I don't know! The turbulence of the clouds affects our perception of soul power." Another lich replied.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear 'I don't know'. I want a judgment, even if it's wrong!" Kel'Thuzad roared a little hoarsely.
"Well, if I have to say what it looks like, it's a battleship!"
"What? A battleship? The kind of battleship on the sea!" The lich speculated unreliably, then pointed his pointed white finger bones towards the sky.
If Kel'Thuzad still had a heart, it would probably have jumped out of his chest in fear.
Just above the clouds far to the west of Naxxramas, accompanied by a thunderous noise, an unclear strange being was breaking through the clouds like riding the wind and waves. From a distance, it looked like a pot of boiling porridge, except that something was coming out of the porridge.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had drawn open the curtains of the dark room. When the clouds rolled and expanded to their limit, a huge golden eagle head broke out from the clouds.
Just right!
The clouds dispersed in an instant, and a ray of extremely bright moonlight sprinkled on a golden flying eagle statue as big as a house, followed by a huge metal spike...
At this point, not to mention Naxxramas, even the officers in the Southshore city-state who were watching the battle through telescopes guessed what this thing was.
"It seems that the man my daughter chooses will always do many things that are beyond the limits of our imagination." Duke Barov joked that he was already the queen's daughter.
"Father..." Ilucia felt embarrassed.
As an old noble, as a knowledgeable old man, as the behind-the-scenes ruler of one of the largest ports in the Alliance, and the operator of the largest maritime caravan in the Alliance, Duke Barov naturally recognized this thing - this is the figurehead!
The figurehead was so exaggerated that he could easily estimate that the object that was about to emerge from the clouds must be a huge ship.
The battleships of Kul Tiras were no match for it. No, not even King Daelin's former flagship could have had such a huge and somewhat vulgar figurehead.
This can only be a super battleship, and a dwarf-style super battleship at that.
But how could the dwarves have super battleships that fly in the sky?
The only answer lies in that bastard lover Duke who took advantage of his daughter and didn't buy a ticket after she got on the boat.
Well, it's because the Barov family owes this kid Duke so much.
The old duke had already prepared himself mentally, and he would accept it even if he had an illegitimate child.
His eyes returned to the sky.
The huge ship broke through the clouds while making a loud buzzing sound.
Below the ship, there were eight tumbling tornadoes, pulling clouds several thousand meters long, like courtiers greeting the king on his way out, crawling below.
There was not a single sail or mast on the huge ship. The entire ship looked like a primitive inland boat powered only by oars.
However, below the so-called waterline, there were no oars, but eight huge propellers with a diameter of at least ten meters. The strong winds they created provided a powerful suspension capability for this giant battleship with four decks.
At the stern, two propellers as big as a steam tank provide unimaginably powerful power for the giant ship to move forward and backward.
Looking at the terrifying firepower arrangement of 32 Cannons on each floor and 128 Cannons on one side, Ilucia held his forehead and said, "I finally know what he did with the money I earned."
Along with this giant ship, two smaller frigates, supported by only four propellers and equipped with strange sails, appeared in everyone's sight.
Although they were also the size of first-class battleships, unfortunately the first super battleship that came out was too huge and completely overshadowed them.
Almost the moment they arrived, they turned their ships horizontally to form an inclined plane, which looked like a three-dimensional "three" shaped artillery formation from a distance.
On the flagship, Duke laughed uncontrollably: "Hahaha! Huge ships! Big Cannons! This is the romance of a man! I don't want to stay in that rigid floating city!"
"Yes! You are absolutely right!"
"Cheers to the first battle of the Skybreaker!"
"cheers!"
Duke suddenly realized something was wrong. Why were Kurdran, Magni, and Gelbin, three damn dwarves, toasting and drinking?
"Hey! You guys are drunk, who's in charge!?"
"Don't we still have you?" Magni said with an expression that said 'I trust you to do the job', which made Duke roll his eyes.
Gelbin jumped onto the armrest of Duke's command seat and patted Duke on the shoulder: "We have helped you realize your dream. Now, no one has ever tried how a warship fights in the air. Commander, just go for it."
Duke bared his teeth and looked at the data prompt in the system. In his field of vision, there was a perfect parabola calculated after calculating the wind force and wind direction, extending from the Skybreaker to Naxxramas.
Duke waved his hand, and his voice spread throughout the fleet through magic: "The wind is northeast by east, force three, level three. All gunners, pay attention to the simulated parabola of the artillery fire. When it overlaps with the white cross, press the ready button!"
In this era, shelling is a technical job that requires a lot of personal experience.
Only Ironforge, which has so much raw materials that it can't use them all and produces more Cannonballs than bread, can afford to employ a group of gunners.
The following dialogue is the most heard in Ironforge:
"Want to hook up tonight?"
"Make a date! Make a date to the death!"
So, it would often happen that two groups of dwarf tank crews would drink several pounds of wine first, then stay up late at night and go out to use Cannons to hunt wolves and catch rabbits, causing chaos in the entire Dun Morogh.
Well, if you want to have sex, then let's have sex. There's nothing wrong with that!
Not to mention that before Duke traveled through time, the dwarves were still using rough iron Cannons without rifling. Even after Duke introduced concepts such as shooting elements and rifling, the hit rate of artillery fire was still impressive.
There is no way. Before the invention of computers, in the classic naval battles of the First and Second World Wars on Earth, the hit rate did not exceed 10% unless the distance was close to shoot at immobile targets. Having a hit rate of more than 5% was already considered a god gunner.
No matter how accurate you are, you must first fire two shots roughly, then slowly calibrate, judge the enemy's and your own position, direction and speed based on experience, estimate the lead time, and finally fire.
As for how accurate it can be, only God knows.
After all, at a distance of three thousand meters, even a large object that is a hundred meters long will not appear larger than a fingertip to the naked eye.
Duke's series of 'inventions' overturned all of this.
First, he installed a high-power telescope on the front and top of each gun.
Then the image in the telescope is directly enlarged to the 32-inch magic mirror display above the gun port.
Finally, just like playing a game, a dotted line is marked on the monitor - that is the arc of the Cannonball simulated after setting the shooting parameters. As long as the barrel is adjusted to coincide with the dotted line, it will basically hit the target.
When Duke's invention came out, it once again changed the entire war.
It's not that the old gunners are no longer capable. With the help of the new system, they can hit more accurately and fiercely, but the standards for qualified gunners have been easily lowered.
After only three months of training, new gunners can easily achieve a hit rate of over 50% on a fixed target with a diameter of 50 meters at a distance of 2,000 meters.
Now, the target is Naxxramas, a huge floating fortress with a length and width of kilometers. Even if it is three kilometers away, it is too easy.
"Okay! The first shot is left to you!" Magni raised his glass high!
Duke curled his lips but still raised his hand high: "All fleets, listen up, fire three salvos! Then the Skybreaker will make a serpentine maneuver, the Black Pearl will rudder to the left, and the Flying Dutchman will rudder to the right, and spread out the formation."
Followed by Duke's fierce right hand chopping down.
The entire Skybreaker began firing from the gun ports at the bow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Coming from far away and gradually getting closer, it sounded a bit like dull thunder coming from the sky. When the sound of Cannons became like firecrackers, stretching from the bow to the stern building which was three stories high, even though the sound insulation magic had been set up early in the morning, the violent vibration coming from the hull that was so strong that it shook the earth still made Duke feel a little unbearable.
"Well!"
This Super Skybreaker, which is countless times stronger than the original version, has the typical thick and hard dwarf style. Each 155mm Cannon has rifling and a hydraulic gas recoil and return mechanism equivalent to the level of World War I on Earth to reduce recoil.
However, when 128 Cannons fired one after another, the powerful recoil still caused the entire ship, the Sky-Breaking, to move at least fifty meters to the left in mid-air.
Including the two battleships, the three giant ships had a total of more than 200 Cannons roaring at the same time, creating a spectacular scene. Even if the Moon Goddess's Chief High Priest Tyrande personally launched Falling Stars here, it would not have been as powerful as it is now.
In the eyes of the soldiers and civilians below, as soon as the three huge ships rushed out from the rolling dark clouds, a dazzling flash of fire suddenly appeared on the side of the ship, followed by an extremely terrifying death roar that could be clearly heard even on the ground 10,000 meters away.
When the shells filled with destructive intent crossed a distance of three thousand meters and slammed heavily into the outer wall of the Naxxramas fortress, explosions and flames suddenly appeared continuously in this fortress filled with the atmosphere of sin.
The fortress was on fire, but the fire was not too big.
But fire is definitely not a good thing for this fortress filled with undead.
Kel'Thuzad was so angry that he jumped up and down on the spot!
"What's going on? What's going on? Where did the Alliance get the flight control warship? Did that idiot Archimonde die in Mount Hyjal and even lose his void warship?"
The roar of the great lich is destined to be meaningless.
Duke confirmed the results of the battle and the impact points through the telescope, and seemed to mutter to himself: "It seems that Naxxramas really can't withstand the artillery shells..."
As staunch advocates of big battleships and Cannons, how could the Dwarves' Cannons be so weak at only 155 mm?
Those 155mm rapid-fire guns are used for fire suppression and air defense.
By the way, let's test whether Naxxramas's magic protection system is still effective. After all, these days, even the big villains have learned to put Protection from Cannonballs magic on the city walls and fortresses.
The real killer weapon, of course, is the three triple-mounted turrets installed on the ship after Duke's magical modification!
The caliber is not that great, just 460 mm.
For the crazy dwarves, they think the caliber is too small. It's just that the workmanship is not up to standard, and the recoil is too terrible. If you want to install it on a flying battleship, this is already the limit. There are larger caliber guns, but the problem is that the keel of the ship can't bear it!
Magni reluctantly agreed to install a 460mm triple turret.
After Duke ordered the main guns to fire, a deafening roar came from the Breaking Sky within just three or four breaths.
That was the roar of the main gun firing at full power!
One, two, three... nine. Nine golden beams of light pierced into the dark and evil giant fortress like sharp blades.
The hard outer layer of stone took most of the damage from the previous bombardment.
This time, facing the bombardment of the 460mm Cannon, the outer wall of the fortress, which had been ravaged time and time again, finally couldn't withstand it and exploded.
Kel'Thuzad had previously worried that the Alliance would send troops to land, so he sent a large number of undead creatures to the outer layer of the fortress. As a result, all of these undead creatures met with bad luck. The skeleton soldiers, flesh constructs, and the like were blown to pieces in an instant, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The gargoyles that were about to attack had their wings or bodies pierced easily by the debris raised by the explosion, and fell from mid-air with strange cries and wails.
The huge abomination was blown into a rotten tomato, spilling pieces of dirty blood rain.
The undead army that Kel'Thuzad had been accumulating for many years, intending to use it to conquer the entire world of Azeroth, was now painfully and helplessly stepping into the abyss of destruction in the face of the terrible artillery fire.
Duke laughed uncontrollably. "Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire all the shells! Blast him!"