Stratholme God

Chapter 752
Lor'themar, nicknamed 'Qiang' by the paste man, had his temples throbbing wildly.

Knowing that Naxxramas is so good, he mobilized all the Gustavs in one go and blasted it in mid-air.

There are no ifs in the world.

The 12-door Gustav is not omnipotent to turn north.

It was originally a train gun, and the barrel was too huge. Considering the reaction force and the need for concealment, basically there are at most four guns in each direction.

It would be a lie to say that he has no regrets in his heart, Lor'themar knows his own position very well.

"The order I received was to protect Stratholme City to the maximum extent possible. In case of failure, the priority must be to protect the people. Therefore, safety comes first." Lor'themar forcefully 'justified'.

In this regard, of course no one will carry it with him.

……

[Gustav] From the moment the train gun has blueprints, it exists to destroy the fortress.

The original target was the maddened Maginot Line made by the French.

In the era when there were no drilling missiles, this was an artifact to destroy fortresses.

All city-level wide-area magic shields, in the final analysis, are a kind of energy neutralization. If the energy per unit area of ​​the shield can be higher than the incoming energy, it is a perfect defense, and the rest is energy consumption.

The Eversong Forest wide-area shield based on the Sunwell back then is a model of using planetary energy to protect small areas.

How could Naxxramas have the energy output of the Sunwell?

What's more, after being washed by the North Sea Fleet with shells, a large area of ​​magic runes in the fort was destroyed, which further reduced the output of the fort's shield, which was probably less than [-]% of that in its heyday.

With such a shield, the energy is concentrated on the bottom, and suddenly encounters Gustav, whose power is far greater than that of the 380mm naval gun.

For comparison, the 380mm caliber shell is only 1.6 tons, and the 800mm Gustav is 7.1 tons.

In order to prevent the embarrassment of failing to penetrate the opponent's shield against the arch lich Antonidas, McDonald also recruited a bunch of holy light priests to serve, just to temporarily charge the shells engraved with the holy light enchantment able.

It turned out to be kind of hilarious.

The gunner Willie personally operated the knife, and the two extremely accurate cannonballs hit the top of Naxxramas at the same time—that's where the headquarters is!

Originally, Kel'Thuzad thought that he had a sufficient understanding of the power of human artillery.

He was wrong, very wrong!
They underestimated human beings, and even underestimated the insanity of the traversers.

The power of this level of cannon is second only to the cannons of the later Bilgewater Plutocrats who joined the tribe in Azshara.Of course, that thing has never been opened. In theory, it can cross the endless sea to strike the stormwind city on the other side of the sea.

At this time, a deep hole about the size of four American football fields was dug out of the top of Naxxramas, blowing out the core of the permanent fortifications carefully transformed by the Scourge, and the 30-meter-thick defensive structure was directly destroyed. Blast through.

No blows, no black, Kel'Thuzad flew.

Following the shock wave of the explosion, his body flew into the sky together with the broken rock mass.

In the entire headquarters, except North and Sergey, who had stepped into the hero realm, all the necromancers died suddenly. Even the liches who belonged to the category of undead, few could survive.

This time, Kel'Thuzad experienced the feeling of being 'alive' for a long time.I felt that my heart, which I had lost long ago, was so scared that it flew out.

Even if the magic shield was turned on at the last moment, Lao Ke was still very embarrassed.

"Kill them! Kill them all!" the filthy Hilgay yelled.

Only Lao Ke was relatively calm: "Climb up immediately and go around to the east. Send all the air force to cover Naxxramas and turn in."

"Continue to attack?" Nuo Se, the plague messenger, was taken aback.

"There can't be too many cannons of that kind!" Old Ke gritted his teeth: "Even if Stratholme City cannot be destroyed, at least their fields must be destroyed. Life is very fragile, if there is nothing to eat, it will die!"

In this regard, Lao Ke has calculated the seven inches of the alliance.

Food production is the Achilles' heel of the alliance.

but……

You can see the flaw, but you may not be able to catch it!

When tens of thousands of gargoyles, mixed with a dozen ice dragons, swooped towards the city, this northern male city, which had been run by traversers for a full ten years, showed its ferocious side to the world for the first time.

Ten years have passed, and the city of Stratholme is no longer the eerie city occupied by the undead that players perceive.

Even if you don't like it, it is the "ancestral land" after all, so McDonald had no choice but to change this ancient city.

After the artillery was introduced that year, the first thing McDonald did was to bring every tower in the city under the direct control of the Duke's Mansion.

Today, these hemispherical tower tops, which are strange in the eyes of the citizens, are finally exposed.

When the hemispherical metal tower top is slowly opened by the motor, what is presented to the world is a series of 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft cannons, ranging from double, to quadruple, to six.

The turret at the city wall reveals the famous 88 guns.

On the higher rock wall, there are double-mounted 113mm anti-aircraft guns and 152mm high-level dual-purpose guns.

When more than [-] anti-aircraft guns sprayed tongues of flame in one breath, the sky above the sunken city was immediately occupied by red, green and green tracer bullets.

If there were no such intense cannon fire, this would be a climax of a fireworks display right from the start!

Fire trees and silver flowers never go night!
I never thought that this adjective, which is a foreign word to Azeroth, could one day be used to describe the air defense system.

In the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the leader Meng supported his forehead one after another.

They looked at the Scourge in the magic mirror, and they didn't know why, they just felt that these guys were a little pitiful.

The gargoyle in the third Dark Portal war is awesome, right?

The high-level gargoyles are all made of granite, and the low-level gargoyles are hard stones at the level of green bricks. Except for the full blow of the large-caliber ballista, there is no war machine that can do anything to this solid flying creature.

Under the rain of bullets from the 40mm Bofors machine gun, the gargoyle is like a doll played by a child, and it is smashed to pieces by an adult with a rough warhammer.

A round of bullets rained down, and the gargoyle shattered into hundreds of pieces at least, turning into a rain of stones and pouring down.

In the old Stratholme City, a bunch of houses would collapse anyway.

Now dozens of kilograms of stones hit a 30-degree inclined roof, and there was a crisp sound, and then all the stones fell along the eaves and onto the street.

In this scene, Tyrande's red lips were wide open and they didn't close back. It took a long time to ask: "McDonald Ken, the roof over there."

The desperate Mai rubbed his forehead, and said with a guilty conscience, "It seems... two meters thick high-density reinforced concrete?"

All the bigwigs: "..."

(End of this chapter)