At the end of February in the 22nd year of the Dark Portal, Zul'Gurub was originally in its flood season, and the heavy rainfall directly caused every river in the troll city to be turbulent and frightening. This is why the Alliance army was helpless before.
Now, the water volume in the river suddenly became like that in a drought year. Looking at the continuous rain lines in the sky, the trolls panicked and they all ran to ask the priests of Hakkar.
The priest went to the high priest, and even alarmed Hakkar. The problem was that Hakkar was the evil god of chaos, and such trivial matters were not worth bothering him. In his rage, he devoured many troll believers as sacrifices before he calmed down.
As the days go by, the amount of water decreases.
A month later, the trolls who had been entrenched in the depths of Zul'Gurub finally discovered the problem. A large amount of white matter flowing down from upstream blocked the rivers and killed a large number of piranhas.
Many amphibious creatures such as crocodiles died, and the survivors were not much better, most of them were dying. A troll hunter tried to dissect the crocodile's corpse and found that the crocodile's lungs were filled with gray-white substances.
The trolls finally started to panic.
On a hill near the western main gate of Zul'Gurub, Duke stood on the hill with a group of Alliance warriors.
the Alliance leaders were filled with emotion as they watched the water from Zul'Gurub flow through the newly built temporary dam, being diverted through the former venture capital company camp, and into Lake Naferiti.
No one thought that rivers could be played in this way.
Especially the dwarves and midgets, their eyes were full of fanaticism as they cast their gazes at Duke's back.
Once upon a time, all steam technologies were considered heresy in this continent, and even in the entire world. After all, Azeroth is a world of swords and magic.
Duke's sudden emergence changed all that.
Even the most strict and conservative old nobles had to admit that the swords produced by a large dwarf factory in a month could supply the soldiers of an entire kingdom. The economic value brought by a railway track was higher than that of 10,000 carriages.
Now, even rivers can be diverted, lakes can be drained, and even natural barriers can be turned into thoroughfares. Is there anything that technology cannot do?
If it weren't for the fact that the weapons brought by technology are still unable to defeat the most powerful magicians and various special heroes and monsters, perhaps this would have become the world of "steampunk" as Duke calls it.
Magni and the other dwarves were amazed. Magni asked Duke, "So, when did you become a water conservancy expert? How do you know that as long as there is enough cement, the river can be blocked?"
Duke curled his lips. Of course he knew.
As a student of engineering, he had seen too many renovation teams carrying out construction in a barbaric manner during his internship. For example, workers, for the sake of convenience, simply poured leftover cement into the sewer pipes, which ended up clogging most of the sewer pipes in the entire building.
It is true that water will wash away cement, but a lot of heavier cement will still be deposited in the river channel and slowly accumulate, forming a barrier lake similar to the one that is blocked by an earthquake or volcanic activity, which accumulates water in a valley.
Now, Duke used his engineering knowledge to divert most of the water in Zul'Gurub. The result is that there is no water available in Zul'Gurub, and the advancement of the Alliance army will become smooth.
Duke tapped his temple: "Knowledge is power. During those ten years in the void, I read almost all the books in Karazhan. There is a lot of knowledge from ancient people and even from other planets that you guys will never have the chance to come into contact with in your lifetime."
"Well, I don't care about the other books, but give us a copy of the book on water conservancy for the dwarves and the midgets. The terms are negotiable."
"Um."
Duke's finger was pointing, and everyone knew that where Duke pointed, the mountains and rivers would change according to the will of mortals. According to legend, this was a realm that only gods could touch, and this was what made mortals most excited.
After explaining everything, Duke patted Varian on the shoulder and said, "Okay, do as I say. We can launch a general offensive against Hakkar's forces around summer."
"Understood!" Varian nodded heavily.
"The problem of trolls has troubled the kings of Stormwind for more than two thousand years. Even though technology and civilization have advanced, you can't expect to solve the problem of Zul'Gurub in a short time. Don't compare them with the Amani trolls. After all, the Amani trolls are backed by a bunch of divine creatures with a bit of divinity, while the Gublash trolls in Zul'Gurub are backed by a real god. Even if he is a third-rate evil god, he is still a real god."
After confirming once again that his goal was to kill gods, Varian still felt a surge of excitement igniting his blood.
"Okay, I leave this to you. I will lead the main forces of all countries in Lordaeron to expedition to Silithus. Don't lose all the elite troops from our hometown!" Duke smiled.
"Don't worry, I will be patient!" Varian promised.
Duke is not interested in Haka.
After all, it was not Duke's turn to personally take action against a third-rate evil god who was weaker than Ragnaros. As long as he followed Duke's method and killed the high-level priests of Gurubashi one by one, Hakkar's power would be weakened. It was most appropriate to give it to Varian for training.
Over there, because of Duke's plan, Kel'Thuzad had to use the Scourge's old tricks to fight the Zerg of Ahn'Qiraj. Now there is almost a result.
Before, they knew they were being tricked, but after all, both sides were really angry. It was impossible for them to continue to join forces to deal with the Alliance and the Horde in disguise as before without any hatred.
But Duke knew that the situation could change at any time.
It was a pleasant surprise that the two gangs had spent so much time fighting each other.
"The Skybreaker is dispatched - we are catching up with the main force of the Alliance heading west!"
As early as January, the main force of the Alliance had already begun its westward expedition.
The army preparing to attack Silithus this time was a huge force including 350,000 troops and 400,000 logistics troops. Of course, the so-called 400,000 logistics troops were actually mostly soldiers and civilians from Theramore.
The 350,000-strong army was divided into three parts.
The first is the night elf army. They set out from Feathermoon Fortress on the southwestern island of Kalimdor. The total strength is about 50,000, but they are all elite sentinels and druids.
The second is the Theramore Army. Before the night elves joined the Alliance, Theramore was the Alliance's bridgehead in Kalimdor and was much stronger than it was in history. With Duke's intentional or unintentional refugee diversion and support, Theramore has become a huge military city-state with 150,000 troops and 350,000 dependents.
This time, except for the 20,000 troops left behind, almost all of Theramore's troops came out.
On the Skybreaker, the deafening hum of the propeller was blocked by the soundproof magic array. In addition, Duke repeatedly emphasized the vibration isolation layer when designing the Skybreaker. Sitting on the Skybreaker was not as bumpy and shocking as imagined, but was almost the same as riding on a boat.
On the stern of the Skybreaker is the meeting room.
Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window and looking down at the clouds floating below, the big guys in the Alliance who had never ridden in a flying battleship felt it was very novel.
Because Turalyon and four others were missing, Mograine was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, and Solarian, Jaina Goldsword and Sally Whitemane and others were assigned to Varian to fight Hakkar.
the Alliance's strongest combat force this time has been weakened a lot compared to the last time they fought Molten Core.
There's nothing we can do about it.
On the other hand, if Duke had not found a way to make Kel'Thuzad and C'Thun fight each other, the situation in the world would probably be worse than it is now.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a large group of huge black shadows covered the entire flying fleet. It immediately attracted the attention of the guards, but then everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor is the dragon from the Wyrmrest Temple.
Alexstrasza, the great life-giver, the red dragon queen. Although her dragon form is much smaller than the Skybreaker, no one would doubt that the Skybreaker is just a big toy in her eyes.
The huge dragon's body was shrinking rapidly, and when she slowly landed on the main deck, she had become the beautiful queen with a hot body again.
"Hey! My little Duke, are you thinking about me, your sister? Or have you forgotten how kind I am to you after conquering this little female dragon?" Alexstrasza teased Duke.
Seeing the Red Dragon Queen, Onyxia, who appeared in the form of Countess Katrana, was like a mouse seeing a cat, and kept shrinking behind Duke.
Although she is quite petite in human form, she can't escape no matter how much she shrinks!
"Come out and show yourself! You haven't done anything directly detrimental to Wyrmrest Temple. As long as you admit your mistake, the great red dragon will forgive you." Duke said as he pinched the back of Onyxia's neck and twisted her out like a mother cat holding a disobedient kitten.
In the eyes of others, this seemed like a common action like a brother pinching his sister's neck, but in the eyes of the Red Dragon Queen, it naturally had a different meaning.
Even the back of his neck was hit by Duke... Haha! How interesting!
A playful expression suddenly appeared on the red-haired ms.'s face.
Onyxia's entire body felt like it was struck by electricity. The muscles on her face and her entire body were unnaturally stiff. It was one thing to be reduced to Duke's mount and ridden day and night. It was another to shamefully admit her mistake in front of her fellow dragons.
In front of her dead brother, Onyxia didn't feel anything, perhaps because she felt that Nefarian was doomed to die. But now she had to bow down in front of the most powerful Dragonflight, the former mortal enemy of the black Dragonflight. Firstly, she felt unhappy, and secondly... this was clearly another "public execution"!
Duke pinched her neck, declaring his ownership of her!
The most important part of her body, the back of her neck, was kneaded neither too hard nor too lightly, and Onyxia felt that her shame was about to explode.
"No, I..."
He clearly wanted to resist, wanted to refuse to admit his inferiority in front of Alexstrasza, but his body suddenly became hot and his face was flushed unbearably.
Finally, Onyxia stepped forward as if resigned to her fate, and saluted the Red Dragon Queen with the etiquette of a human maid. But she spoke in Dragon language, which roughly meant, "Onyxia, the sinful dragon under the command of the human Edmund Duke, greets His Majesty."
The dragon race is proud, claiming to be the source of all beasts and the top of the food chain. It is difficult for her, who was once hostile to the Wyrmrest Temple, to admit that she is a servant of a lower creature.
Because it was too embarrassing, as soon as she finished speaking, Onyxia lowered her head and didn't want to raise it again.
"Yeah, well said." Duke grabbed her neck and pulled her back. In the eyes of others, he was stroking her neck as if he was stroking a cat.
"Huh? How interesting!" Alexstrasza's playful expression became even more amusing. But she quickly turned serious and said, "This time, I came here to discuss the matter of Silithus with the combined forces of the Alliance and the Horde on behalf of Wyrmrest Temple."
"Can the Wyrmrest Temple send troops this time?" Duke asked.
"Yes, but not much. I took five hundred dragon beasts and half-dragons from Nozdormu. Together with the other three factions of Wyrmrest Temple, the total number is one thousand. Please understand, because we have been very busy on the Void Battlefield." replied the queen.
When the bigwigs of the Alliance heard this, they all showed moved expressions. After all, it was a rare thing for the Wyrmrest Temple to send troops directly.
"Also..." The Queen suddenly handed Duke a thing similar to a compass: "Sense it yourself."
When Duke sensed it, his expression was confused.
This is not a compass at all. It actually indicates the status of the Red Dragon Queen, which can be roughly divided into several levels:
I'm very busy - if you dare to bother me, I'll reward you with a breath of dragon's breath.
Quite busy - don't call me if you are not a mortal.
On duty - OK, but I probably can't leave.
Soundly sleeping - unless the world is destroyed, don't call me!
I have some free time - is there anything fun to do? For example, delicious food! Delicious food! Delicious food! Important things should be said three times.
After watching the fifth gear, Duke rolled his eyes. Alexstrasza is still so willful! But this thing is an upgraded version of Didi Hitting People, right?
Her current status is 'on duty'.
"Huh!" Duke exhaled a breath of foul air: "Anyway, thanks to the support of the Wyrmrest Temple. We mortals will work hard."
"Okay, I'm busy. I'll leave it to you this time!"
She came as she pleased and then left as she pleased, the Red Dragon Queen is so cool.
However, before leaving, a sentence transmitted from the compass into Duke's spiritual world made Duke silent for a long time: "If by any chance this world needs a black dragon to inherit the position of guardian dragon, do you think you can trust Onyxia?"
To be honest, Duke doesn't know the answer either.
The protective magic circle of the planet Azeroth is so powerful that it can even resist the power of Sargeras. This is based on the fact that the five guardian dragons are still alive. Duke killed Neltharion earlier than in history, which certainly weakened the power of the evil side, but also gave the demons more opportunities.
If the position of the guardian dragon was not so important, there would not have been so many people in history who inherited the position of guardian dragon.
Duke shook his head and drove the thought out of his mind: "Okay, now let's formally discuss how to deal with Naxxramas."
Duke first put out a calendar: "First, if nothing unexpected happens, Naxxramas will restore its power at 9:00 a.m. on March 11, and the fortress will be able to fly into the sky again..."
Before Duke finished speaking, Magni jumped up and said, "Wait! You didn't open Naxxramas, how can you be so sure that it will recover its mobility at this time?"
Duke looked at Magni with the eyes of a retarded child, which made the dwarf king feel guilty. Magni sat down and muttered in a low voice: "Well, you guys who play magic are all 'old bastards'."
Duke rolled his eyes.
Well, shorty, you've cursed all the mages.
By the way, I just said it once accidentally, why do you remember such a sinister and abusive word so clearly?
Of course, Duke doesn't need to do anything to vent his anger.
The newly promoted Archmage of the Dawn, Jaina, stabbed the dwarf's butt with her ice sword, causing Magni to scream.
Let's get back to the point. Duke put his hands on the military meeting table and said, "As long as Kel'Thuzad fails to break through to the demigod level, he will not be able to do anything to me. This is determined by the realm. Please don't worry too much. And what if he becomes a demigod? Don't forget, Nefarian and Ragnaros also fell at our feet as demigods. Don't forget! Where did the top-grade equipment in your hands come from?"
The spoils of killing a genuine demigod are so incredibly rich.
Having said that, Magni touched his Fire Demon Hammer, and then smiled at Gavinrad, who was holding the Wind Sword next to him as if he was hugging his lover, and laughed at the same time.
Including Archimonde and the demigods before, the Alliance has already killed three!
Duke continued, "According to the intelligence, there were originally fifteen, or groups of, leaders in Naxxramas. However, due to the bombardment of Dalaran and the consumption in Ahn'Qiraj, the most accurate intelligence now is that there are only six (groups) of leaders left."
As soon as Duke raised his hand, Vanessa handed the prepared report to each boss.
"The construct giant Thaddeus in the structural zone, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the military zone, the black witch Farina and the giant spider Maxna in the spider zone, and then the frost dragon Sapphiron and the ice lich Kel'Thuzad?" Tirion flipped through the report, looking at the introductions of the six leaders, as well as the terrifyingly detailed characteristics and skills of the leaders, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Duke has no secrets about his enemies! This is what the so-called god of prophecy is all about, right?
Looking at Duke, Tirion couldn't help but sigh in his heart - fortunately Duke is on our side.
At the military meeting table, Duke used magic projection to create the latest three-dimensional projection of Naxxramas: "Originally, Naxxramas had four districts, but now the plague district has been completely destroyed by the main artillery bombardment of Dalaran. There are only three left. What we have to do is to kill the leaders of the remaining three districts as quickly as possible while Kel'Thuzad is trapped."
"Fastest speed? Do you mean to divide the troops?" Tyrande frowned.
There aren't many strong alliance members participating in the war, so why do we need to divide our forces?
"Yes! There is a very, very important reason here. But I'm sorry, I can't tell you now. If you believe me, then please support me. If you don't believe me, then vote. The minority shall obey the majority." Duke said mysteriously.
Everyone couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
Alleria seemed to have thought of something: "Where are the heroes of the Horde?"
"They will protect us from the possible arrival of the leader of Ahn'Qiraj when we assault Naxxramas."
"That's fine with me."
The so-called vote was not even a formality. This was not the time when the Alliance was founded 21 years ago. Duke was young and inexperienced at that time. Now Duke's prestige and power in the Alliance are absolute.
And everyone trusts him 100%.
As expected, the bosses decided to implement the troop division plan.
At this time, Naxxramas was in a state of gloom. The wise undead only felt that the situation was not good, but they were not so angry that Kel'Thuzad had to be thankful that the undead had no such thing as morale.
They are dead, not blind.
the Alliance, the Horde and Wyrmrest Temple are making such a big move. If they can't detect this, then they can just use their own souls as fuel for soul torches and burn them.
But Kel'Thuzad was helpless!
When the battle was at its most intense, he even thought about abandoning Naxxramas and fleeing with his army. However, it was not that he did not want to escape, but that he really could not escape.
This is Silithus, a desert area covered with yellow sand. The closest place from the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj to the border of Silithus is 300 kilometers away. Let's not talk about the fact that low-level undead will die quickly under the sun, such as the rotten flesh on the bodies of zombies. Even if we only save those middle and high-level undead who can use dark power to protect their bodies and not be killed by the sun, it will be difficult.
Silithus was full of huge insect nests. Each large insect nest contained at least a million insects. If we gave up the strategic location of Naxxramas and left the undead army exposed in the desert plains, destruction would be the only outcome.
So Kel'Thuzad was delaying, trying to delay until the fortress's floating system was repaired.
However, even with his erudition and great wisdom, he was still unable to deal with the vicious trap left by Duke in the flight system!
If you directly access the intelligent management system derived from Titan, questions such as "What is the catchphrase of the Wind Swordsman?" will pop up.
Kel'Thuzad had no idea who the Wind Swordsman was. If he gave any answer, the system would tell him the 'correct' answer: "Pretentiousness is like the wind, always with me."
Kel'Thuzad listened to these questions patiently for a whole night, but they were all new and the answers were all annoying. Not only did he feel that his IQ had been severely lowered, but he also felt deeply humiliated.
Why can Duke play with the Titan creations that even the Burning Legion can't understand so smoothly?
But Kel'Thuzad just can't do it.
He just doesn't believe this!
It must be said that all the great mages who could reach the Sunrise level were either abnormal with an IQ of at least 200, or some cheating devil with the system. Kel'Thuzad used a stupid method. He used slow and steady efforts to eliminate all the remaining wills on the Titan creation.
This is very similar to formatting and erasing your computer's hard drive.
In order to build something new, he had to destroy all the programs and systems, and then rewrite new programs for the Naxxramas floating system according to his own will.
Rewriting the creation program of the Creator Titan is definitely not an easy task.
After a month of non-stop research, Kel'Thuzad finally figured out that the fortress was kept suspended in the sky by seven things called "Void Power Reactors" in the east, south, west, north, center, and two above and below.
As a wizard specializing in necromancy, it is really a thankless task to understand the scientific side of things.
The most troublesome thing was that the power reactor originally located in the plague zone was damaged, which made the entire fortress lose its original balance. Even if the power reactor was operated according to the original design, Kel'Thuzad estimated that there was a high probability that even if it flew, the fortress would continue to spin in the air at high speed.
Either you fly to somewhere unknown, or you fall again.
Naxxramas is very solid, but that is relatively speaking. If there were another fall from a very high altitude, the fortress would probably fall apart, but all the creations inside would collapse.
You only have one chance!
Kel'Thuzad made countless virtual models to explore the power and balance of the fortress. He even thought about turning the fortress to the west, because the east side was an almost completely destroyed plague area. If the west side was facing downward, the most vulnerable east side would be facing upward, avoiding the attack of the bugs from underground. The only problem became air defense.
As soon as this hypothesis was proposed, it was strongly opposed by his subordinates.
Although there are leaders like the giant spider Maxner who are not afraid of environmental changes, most of the undead are still in human form. They simply cannot accept that the originally navigable flat land of Naxxramas has become a huge vertical facade.
Moreover, can you ignore the enemy's attack by placing your most vulnerable side in the sky? There are also many flying insects and enemy leaders.
Like a giant bug with a green background, named Princess Hakkar or something.
The research ran into trouble again.
After eliminating more than 300,000 Titan runes that should have been meaningless, Kel'Thuzad finally found a strange set of unified commands.
Basically, when he typed 'up' on the nearly blank control panel, it would generate upward momentum throughout the fortress; typing 'down' would generate downward momentum.
"Hahaha! I found it! I found it--" Kel'Thuzad was ecstatic. He almost handed over all the defense to the only intelligent leader, the black witch Farina, and concentrated on cracking the control system of the reorganized fortress.
This is the only solution.
Originally, for the sake of control, Kel'Thuzad did not place too many highly intelligent leaders in the fortress. Because his will was enough to control the entire fortress. As the war progressed, the weaker leaders in each area were killed one after another, either in the artillery fire of Dalaran. The only one with more brains was Farina. The rest were either warriors, or brainless constructs, or nerdy liches who focused on forbidden magic and biological research.
"Farina, while I concentrate on studying the fortress's flight system, I'll leave the defense to you! My request is that no functional area should fall, and that the core area should not be attacked. If there is any danger, you must come to me as soon as possible."
"I see." The beautiful black witch subconsciously squeezed her Mariana Trench, and then suddenly realized that she was winking at a blind man, oh no, a lich without a penis.
But power really intoxicated her, especially when thousands of soldiers were willing to go to destruction under her command. The pleasure brought by supreme power almost made her moan with joy.
But she soon stopped laughing. As a mage, her qualifications were second-rate. Kel'Thuzad had no interest in sending her to the front line if he had known her character.
The result was that she had basically been a spectator in the battle with the insects. The terrifying sea of insects almost stunned her at the beginning.
As a last resort, she sent out the powerful Abomination Reserve and Death Knights early on.
"Oh!?" The Twin Emperors, the two leaders whose status in the Temple of Angela is second only to C'Thun. Their combat power is not the strongest under C'Thun, but they are undoubtedly the most suitable to be commanders.
The brothers sensed it almost the moment the Scourge's reaction became slow.
But they did not respond immediately. After fighting for so many months, they knew very well how difficult it was to deal with the lich leader Kel'Thuzad.
They instinctively suspected it was a trap.
However, when they secretly changed the composition of their attacking troops, used highly mobile flying bugs to beat the lack-of-cover Abomination troops miserably, and used long-range attack bugs to tease the Death Knights, they once again confirmed that the opponent's commander had been replaced.
Thus, a larger-scale and more sophisticated attack began!
The combination of tactics, such as dividing and combining forces, making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, made the Scourge army commanded by Farina lose its way.
But the Scourge is still a powerful army, and the liches continue to use corpses to create undead warriors such as abominations, using more troops to maintain the battle line from collapsing.
Until March 11th.
In the northwest of Silithus stands the newly built fortress of the Cenarion Circle. On this day, this fortress built in the desert using natural magic welcomed an endless stream of troops.
Green-skinned orcs, mostly lavender-skinned elves, white-skinned humans, and three long lines of troops, stretching from the edge of the fortress all the way to the horizon.
Also coming were huge dragon men and dragon beasts.
What is even more unimaginable is that the dwarves shouted slogans and laid railways at an astonishing speed of 3,500 meters per day since the fall of Naxxramas.
The steam locomotive transported the prefabricated rails to the end of the railway, and the dwarf construction workers carried them by hand to lay the railway.
Due to the conspiracy of a certain time traveler, under the pretext of importing volcanic ash to make cement, five years ago, a high-quality double-track railway was built from the Hot Sands Port of Tanaris in the southeast of Kalimdor continent, running from east to west across the Tanaris Desert and directly to the Un'Goro Crater.
All the dwarf workers have to do now is to build from the pass of the crater all the way to Cenarion Fortress, a total distance of more than 100 kilometers.
Where there are railways, there are artillery shells and a steady supply of supplies. Kel'Thuzad has a deep understanding of the Alliance's tactics.
Duke had brought Naxxramas here as Cannon fodder, and Duke had long been extremely sensitive to the Alliance's actions. Now the Alliance, the Horde, and Wyrmrest Temple were coming together to attack, and everyone knew that after the Alliance had settled the internal strife, it had freed up its hands and was ready to pick up peaches.
Kel'Thuzad could no longer bear it, and broadcast to the entire fortress: "Attention all members of the Scourge, the fortress has begun to activate!"
The activation of the fortress was nothing to the low-level undead who didn't have much brains, but for the high-level undead who still had some ideas, it was definitely a matter of secret relief.
No one wants to be destroyed, even if they have already died once.
The Undead had little morale, but the high-level Undead were more intelligent. Seeing the swarm of insects gaining momentum, the Undead wizards began to be less stingy with their magic power and began to release large-scale magic.
Plague clouds and wide-area shadow magic covered the main roads of Naxxramas. The insects died easily in the main roads, and their bodies blocked the subsequent insects, resulting in chaos.
Kel'Thuzad, who was in the control room at the core of the fortress, was actually very confused. He was not sure whether the command group summarized from the basic control commands was really the source command. After all, the prosperity of the Pantheon was 25,000 years ago. With Sargeras' Burning Crusade, many Titans were killed and a large number of Titan creations were burned. The authentic Titan language has been lost.
Most of the Titan creations obtained from the Burning Legion have been transformed by demons. Similarly, the Titan creations occasionally obtained in the world of Azeroth have been transformed countless times over the long years, even the language.
Kel'Thuzad carefully compared the source code commands he found, such as "good good study.day day up!", and he concluded that this was different from any language he knew.
It is different from the common language of humans, and is definitely not a variant of Elven, Troll, Eredun, etc., because the wording and sentence structure and grammar are all different.
"It should be the language of some destroyed country or race." Kel'Thuzad concluded.
He had no choice but to get Naxxramas out of danger as soon as possible. Behind Ahn'Qiraj stood a true god, and an evil god with a very bad temper. If he and his Naxxramas were destroyed here before the Lich King woke up, it would be a waste.
It is unknown whether the Lich King will avenge him in the future.
With the insect swarm in front and the coalition forces of the Alliance, the Horde, and Wyrmrest behind, being stuck in the middle, there is only one way forward: destruction.
So he can only gamble!
The huge bony palm, which was as big as a basin, was pressed firmly on the purple-blue control screen of the high-tech void power reactor.
Kel'Thuzad yelled, "Up! Up! Up!"
The entire huge fortress suddenly shook violently!
The long-fallen fortress had a mysterious glow of energy on its bumpy outer walls, and mystical patterns spread out like water waves, as if rippling or spreading.
The cold air dissipated, but everyone felt that this was an ancient ferocious beast with boiling blood awakening, baring its shining fangs at anything that was eyeing it.
"Yes! Yes! That's it! That's right!" Kel'Thuzad was extremely excited.
Not only him, but other leaders of the Scourge also showed excitement.
Lord Kurtaz, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, rode his undead warhorse and charged at hundreds of giant insects in front of him.
"Meteor!" The Death Knight, who was a dwarf in his previous life, suddenly raised his right hand and summoned a huge flaming meteor, which shot towards the hundreds of insects at the entrance of the passage.
The hundreds of insects in the front turned into charcoal in an instant, and the insects behind were not in a good situation either. In the face of the overwhelming force, they were directly blown away and fell from the rising passage of Naxxramas.
"Hahaha! You are worthy of being Lord Kel'Thuzad! Finally, I don't have to look at those disgusting bugs every day." The black witch Farina let out a long sigh, showing a relieved expression.
After she took over the command, the Scourge was beaten to a pulp and the other leaders complained about her. Now that Kel'Thuzad had regained control of the fortress, she retired.
She was thinking about a lot of things. Although she suffered a great loss in command, at least she didn't collapse!
"Maybe I can be promoted to the chief of a certain district with this achievement?" Looking at the insects getting farther and farther away from the ground, and the insects below becoming smaller and smaller, and about to escape from the sea of suffering, Farina couldn't help but look forward to it.
At this moment, Naxxramas suddenly jumped violently, which also scared Sir K and all the undead creatures.
Then, without any warning, the entire flying fortress began to lose its levitation and fell down with a loud bang.
"No, no, no! What's going on? I want you to go up! Up! Up! Up!" Kel'Thuzad screamed. He quickly scanned the console with his scarlet soul eye and saw that almost all the data on the console was normal. The only problem was that the system seemed to have determined that he was going down, not up.
What's going on! ?
The more Kel'Thuzad shouted: "Up!", the faster the fortress fell!
As a last resort, he could only try to change his words: "Down!"
As a result...it fell even faster.
"Bang--" With a loud noise that shook the earth, Naxxramas crashed into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again. Because it rose a distance before falling back, this time it did not fall on the original ground, but directly smashed the rock layers of the first floor of the temple and the first underground floor.
The undead in Naxxramas naturally lost many arms and legs, and the surviving members of the Cult of the Damned also suffered relatively serious casualties.
There was absolutely no time for the Scourge to react, and the fortress actually flew up again by itself, but this time it was almost the same, flying to a height of 500 meters before falling down again.
Then, a minute later, it flew up again and fell down.
This time, it smashed back and forth like a pile driver, breaking up the second underground rock layer...
On the Skybreaker, the Alliance leaders stared at the scene in amazement.
The cone-like Naxxramas was simply a when it crashed into it!
Well, if the first time was a , then the second time was a , and the third time was a with a mace...
That's miserable!
Gavinrad wanted to make a dirty joke, but suddenly found that the atmosphere was a bit inappropriate, so he could only ask: "Boss, you secretly controlled Naxxramas? Are you going to smash this flying fortress like a walnut?"
"Smash it? It's not that easy to create a Titan creature. Besides, both sides' ultimate moves haven't been used yet! But it will be soon..." Duke murmured.
It simply confirms what Duke said.
The next moment, the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj seemed to come alive, and thick tentacle with eyes stretched out from the holes of each huge building in the temple!
Those blue eyeballs at the top of the tentacles look like a dense patch of seaweed from a distance.
These eyes are so ominous and scary that, regardless of whether you have trypophobia or not, just looking at them makes you feel nauseous.
These giant eye tentacles are the eyes and tentacles of the ancient evil god C'Thun.
It would be funny to think that these tentacles with eyes were just people who came to watch the show. Three seconds later, hundreds of giant tentacles opened their eyes wide at the same time.
Rays of natural prism light, similar to chain lightning, shot straight into every passage entrance and damaged hole in the outer wall of Naxxramas.
"Whoosh——" With almost no sound, tens of thousands of insects and their enemies were reduced to ashes and turned into nothingness in this huge thunder-like electric net.
Feeling the sudden high-energy reaction from below the temple, Kel'Thuzad was frightened out of his wits.
He tried his best to force his magic power into the control system, attempting to use his own magic circuit together with the control circuit of the Titan power reactor.
"Get up! Get up—" This kind of violent cracking was what Kel'Thuzad had always avoided. After all, he didn't know what the consequences would be if he connected his magic circuit to a power reactor with such a huge energy demand. Perhaps he would gain control of the system, or the power reactor would reversely drain his magic power.
This is another big gamble!
I don't know whether he made the right bet or lost.
Anyway, the entire Naxxramas rose up slowly for the fourth time.
However, this time C'Thun must be furious, and he is not going to let go of this fortress that has repeatedly challenged his power. What's more, the fortress itself has the aura of the Titans that he hates so much!
If the Titan creation cannot be enslaved, then destroy it completely.
In less than three seconds, a huge red beam of light, reaching from the sky to the earth and with a diameter of at least fifty meters, shot up from the ground, breaking through the thick rock layer and shooting straight towards Naxxramas which had just taken off.
Kel'Thuzad was so frightened that his teeth were almost broken.
He could no longer hold back, and this time, he crushed a strange rune stone that he had taken out of the space bag. Originally, this treasure that the Lich King Arthas had personally given him before he fell asleep should have been his last resort.
Unfortunately, he could no longer hold back.
An incomparably gorgeous white light suddenly poured out from the suspended fortress.
Others could see from afar that huge clusters of ice were pouring out of every window, every passage, and every blasted hole in the outer wall of the entire fortress.
In less than one hundredth of a second, these ice clusters formed an extremely dense forest of ice spikes, and in one tenth of a second, the entire fortress was wrapped in ice like a ball.
This is a big move that is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Perhaps, only such a trick can resist the terrifying attack from C'Thun.
The special skill, which was like a frozen tomb, collided with C'Thun's Dark Flash in mid-air.
At that moment, the entire sky of Silithus seemed to be shining with the brilliance of laws and elements.
The clouds in the sky were blown apart in an instant. Even so, on the dissipating clouds, in all places where projections could be made, densely packed purple-black flame patterns still appeared.
More dark forces were attacking the huge ice ball that covered the entire flying fortress. Under the flickering light, the spectators in the distance could clearly see the overlapping layers of light silver networks flashing under the ice.
Duke said solemnly: "Is that the line of law!?"
Not every strong person can see so many things. All they can see is that the violent explosions and energy turbulence have messed up the entire sky.
The aftermath of the explosion spread in all directions, with Naxxramas as the center. It seemed to be delayed for a moment before a shock wave that swept across everything broke out.
In just half a second, tens of thousands of Ahn'Qiraj flying insects were crushed into large and small pieces by the shock wave, falling from the sky like heavy rain.
The powerful elemental energy fluctuations caused all the magic mirrors used for surveillance to lose their images.
It doesn't matter. Even from 10,000 meters away, on the suspended Potian, one can still clearly see the huge cloud of flames rising in the distance.
Duke turned around and said to the Alliance's heroes: "It's not so easy to get a bargain. Nowadays, which strong man doesn't have one or two desperate tricks? If we had rushed up rashly just now..."
Everyone knows the answer - at any moment, the Skybreaker, which represents the Alliance's highest technology, will be affected by the vast ice of Naxxramas along with a group of powerful warriors, or it may be caught in the turbulence of destruction by C'Thun's Dark Flash.
That is a typical burial.
"Alright! Give the signal to attack! If we don't go up, Naxxramas will fall into C'Thun's hands."
Three red flares rose into the sky and exploded in the clear, cloudless sky. The red spherical flares looked like three large fireworks.
Thrall raised his Doomhammer high: "Lok-tar!"
"Lok-tar!" Fifty thousand orcs raised their metal weapons, wearing heavy armor, and began to advance towards the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj ten kilometers away.
Further ahead are thousands of dragon beasts and half-dragons, who will serve as the vanguard of the coalition forces.
On the left wing is a unit of dwarven steam tanks equipped with sand filters and dust grilles.
On the right wing, there are more than ten thousand human cavalry.
One kilometer behind the orcs was a neat central phalanx composed of humans, dwarven gunners, Dalaran mages and elven archers.
The mission of all mortal armies is to deal with the Zerg army of Ahn'Qiraj.
Kel'Thuzad's heart was bleeding. The ultimate move given to him by his master was a desperate move that would kill 10,000 enemies but injure 7,000 of his own. Freezing the entire Naxxramas would certainly be able to withstand such a powerful bombardment.
What's the cost?
In just a moment, all the fragile objects in the fortress were destroyed by the expanding and squeezing ice.
Fragile skeletons and rotten zombies, various precious experimental instruments and materials, and of course those cursed cultists who were originally alive.
As the leader of the Cult of the Damned, Kel'Thuzad absolutely understood the importance of having living subordinates. It was precisely because of these living people's testimony that he could win over those corrupt nobles and make things easier in the human world.
Now, except for the black witch Farina, there is no living person in the entire fortress.
Gritting his teeth, Kel'Thuzad shouted, "Unblock!"
The ice cannot last forever, otherwise even the undead would have all kinds of troubles.
However, just as Naxxramas was freed from the ice and this time it did not take off but moved westward in an attempt to escape the Silithus area as quickly as possible, the fortress was shaken violently again.
This time it's no longer a problem with the fortress's floating system.
"Oh no! the Alliance's flying ship crashed right in!"