Stratholme God

Chapter 803 That's it
Many people are not used to the sudden change of weather from hot summer to frosty winter.

Originally, Mr. Ke thought about sending out all the leaders in one go to destroy the tree-lined fort first.It's a pity that the powerhouses of the alliance came too fast. Almost at the same time as the location of Naxxramas' fall was confirmed, several archmages arrived through the teleportation circle.

In less than 10 minutes, the League of Legends reached three quarters.

For half an hour, apart from the generals guarding the various places, such as Shandris Yuyue, old Mograine, and Celijek, the big bosses of the alliance gathered together.

The two fortresses entered the stage of tug-of-war, and greeted each other cordially with artillery.

It's not that Mr. Ke never sent undead troops to attack, but the previous big explosion wiped out the lower floors that had the most miscellaneous soldiers.

Mr. Ke scattered tens of thousands of undead people out, and he didn't even use other weapons of the alliance to show his power. He just washed the ground with a Katyusha, and he frankly lifted most of the ashes, and left the rest to the mortar.

No way, the Scourge simply pretended to be dead and huddled in the fortress, with a wonderful aura of "if I put a chastity archway, you won't come in".

Not to mention, McDonald refused to rush in immediately.

"I need to talk to Thrall first."

talk!
Must talk!
Nothing to talk about!
This time the sand sculpture player made a great contribution.There was a problem with fighting Naxxramas originally, but also fighting together.

Entering two armies in one hole, there is really a case, if the advance is not smooth or something, there will be a jump when you turn around.

Well now, it seems that Naxxramas has lost at least one large area to the Taurajo camp, enough for the tribe to play by itself.

In addition, when Naxxramas crashed, it traversed the barren land from west to east, pulling while walking, throwing undead and plague gas all over the ground.

Seeing the green cloud and mist lingering on the earth for a long time several kilometers away, everyone shivered.

This thing is much more powerful than the poisonous gas of World War I.

What airborne transmission, what skin contact transmission, almost all the transmission skills in "Plague Inc" are full.

There is no other way but to send a large number of spray trains to burn.

Even if McDonald had prepared a large number of gas masks and biochemical protective clothing, it was useless. You have to fight when you enter the epidemic area. Who can guarantee that your protective clothing will not be punctured 100% during the battle?

Instead, this thing became an excellent buffer zone separating the alliance and the Horde army.

Vol'jin rode over on a wyvern, and we negotiated in half an hour. If the alliance or the tribe encountered a hero who became an undead after their death, they would just raise it and return the ashes and purified relics later.

There is no way to talk about it like this.

Outsiders don't know, but travelers know very well that the four horsemen of the apocalypse are absolutely nested together.

Damn it, Anduin Lothar, Brainless Roar, Solas, Durotan, it would be great if such a group of dead could be left to the Horde.

I don't know if this is poisonous milk or reverse poisonous milk.

Over there, young Varian's eyes were bloodshot, and he clutched something in his hand, maybe it was a souvenir Lothar left him.

"Uncle Anduin, wait for me!"

Wa Wangna gritted his teeth and would do anything for revenge. If you tell him to sell his wife for Kel'Thuzad's dog head, maybe he will.

McDonald looked at Valeera beside him.

Wa Niang in history blinked: "My lord, what's wrong?"

"Uh, it's fine."

His reaction was very strange. In the eyes of Queen Xi, he immediately felt a little uncomfortable: Brat, it's over, and I won't be named Windwalker if I don't squeeze out a child when I go back.

McDonald didn't care, and took advantage of the gathering of the heroes of the alliance, he held a meeting in the military conference hall of the fortress.

"According to the information sent back by our infiltrated elites risking their lives..."

Someone's opening remarks made the bosses silently roll their eyes, come on, who doesn't know that your trident is considered a war spirit, so don't lie to people about that crap.

"Naxxramas before it was blown up is roughly divided into four major areas - the military area, the plague area, the structure area and the spider area, as well as the unknown core area above that. According to intelligence, the powerful Ice Dragon Shaman Feron and the Lich King's number one lieutenant, Kel'Thuzad, will be in the core area. Before facing the Grand Lich, we must be prepared to sweep at least three areas."

"Are there three armies?" Varian asked.

"Hurry up, it also means a greatly increased risk! Young man, you have to remember that you have not only one Anduin in your heart, but also your citizens, your soldiers, and the vassals who trust you. " Magni comforted.

The Bronzebeard family has been friends with the Wrynn royal family for generations. Magni, who has lived for hundreds of years, has dealt with N Wrynn ancestors, and is Varian's elder in the absolute sense.Varian listened best to what he said.

Pursing his lips, King Wa nodded heavily: "I understand."

"You can trust me, a bad old man, and your brother McDonald, he has never let anyone down."

Seeing that the atmosphere was normal, Tyrande took advantage of the opportunity to change the topic: "My subordinates have already gone to investigate, and there must be the latest information soon."

The Sand Sculpture player lost 99% of the time in that big explosion, and while going up to the sky with the power furnace, he also lost the opportunity to continue monitoring.

It's not that there are no players left, it's just that they dare not move.

The ghost knows what the state of Naxxramas is, maybe it will disappear if you poke your head, and no one will monitor the movement trajectory of the fortress if they are all dead.

When sending out reconnaissance troops, players are no match for the night elf sentinel heroes who specialize in reconnaissance.

Not long after, Sera Moonguard returned.

McDonnell's expression was a bit exciting: "I thought the tribe would choose a military zone. I didn't expect it to be a structural zone."

King Wa anxiously asked, "What's in the military zone?"

MacDonald looked solemn: "A large number of death knights were found there before. According to Kel'Thuzad's management of various undead creatures separately, if Lothar is in Naxxramas, it must be in the military zone. "

Unexpectedly, it was Varian who offered it: "I suggest fighting the military zone last."

"Ok?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm afraid that if I run into Uncle Lothar, I will lose control. Instead of this, let me go to other districts first, clean up the troubles and then concentrate on facing him."

Magni nodded: "This is a way."

It's not a question of sweet before bitter or bitter before sweet.

The four areas are evenly distributed like a four-leaf clover. Even if it becomes a clover now, once the offensive in a certain area is stagnated, it will be very passive.

Sierra* Yuewei pointed to the map that she drew out based on the sketches provided by the sand sculpture players, although it was only the frontier districts of each district: "There is a big hole in the fortress here, if we enter from here, we will defend against the enemy on both sides at most. "

Looking at the spider area with a big hole in it, McDonald made a decision: "It's here."

(End of this chapter)