Stormwind God

The "sand" quicksand scepter slammed on a huge gong, with the deafening gong sounding, the beetle wall of dozens of floors opened the biggest door bang.

The next moment, an almost endless wave of insects rushed out, hitting the point where the coalition formation was at the gate of the city, as if the continuous waves of slaps hit the embankment.

Even if it is well prepared, all the coalition can do here is just to maintain the front, any attempt to continue to advance is impossible.

It was like this ...

"Fire, blast his mother!" Shouted Brian Bronzebeard, the new commander of Naxxramas. There was a continuous flash of light from the bottom of the fortress.

That's the glory of artillery!

Ordinary battleships, with a three-story gun pod, are already awesome.

Naxxramas has pushed this limit.

From bottom to top, after modification, there are eighteen floors. The top and bottom eight layers are all artillery below 155 mm. The middle six floors are all kinds of heartbroken stuff.

Super-caliber mortars, cannons that were originally train-level, and even fortress guns. The super artillery that was originally abandoned by the dwarves because it was too difficult to handle or was not very practical, was now pulled out by Magni's paper order.

After all, there was a big baby Naxxramas, and as a mobile fortress with a main city-level portal, except for Iluchia's life and death, he insisted on the order left by Duke to forbid the great craftsman Gelbin to install a laboratory in the fortress. Besides, the dwarves and the dwarfs packed everything that was ill.

The result turned Naxxramas into such a brutal existence within a month: 2,000 guns of various calibers, with a target of more than 5,000. There are 36 mage towers and 108 are under construction. The ultimate goal is 256. Among them, there are 36 mage towers for Huiyue mages, and 3 sun-level mages.

Even though there are only 2,000 cannons, there are only 500 on one side of the four faces. Its power is absolutely terrible.

"Fire it!" Brian was inexplicably excited.

Unlike his two elder brothers, although the gods in the heavens can also do it, they are not strong. Brian's talents basically point to long-range weapons.

After his careful study, he even put forward the idea of ​​transforming Naxxramas into a polygonal fortress. In this way, no matter what direction the enemy attacks the fortress, he will be attacked by a more three-dimensional storm.

Now, under the cover of artillery, the Qiraji people in tons are blown up into the sky, turned into dregs, and scattered on the ground in the way of heavy rain, forming a thick mountain of corpses.

Brian frowned, and gave a second command: "All mortars are fired instead!"

A few minutes later, the entire beetle wall almost turned into a fire purgatory.

Fortunately, the wind is from north to south, otherwise the scorching smell of the burning corpse will definitely make people unable to eat any meat for a few days.

After half a day of shelling, it seems that the Qiraji army also knew that it would not be a coalition opponent in the wilderness, and a large number of insects retracted.

"Go forward!" Brian ordered so.

But soon, a warning came from the fortress's control system.

"Didi! Warning! Warning! There is an unknown gravity field ahead. Naxxramas forcibly rushes, and there is a danger of crashing again."

Except for Duke, no one understands how this system warning came, only speculation that Cthun seems to be doing something wrong.

"Brother, do you want to force an assault?" Brian asked.

Magni took a slap to take pictures of his third brother's horned helmet: "Stupid! Cthun is anyhow an ancient god. The alliance has worked so hard to get a floating fortress. It will be miserable if you take it off the next time. Would the juggling guys let Dalaran take the lead? "

"Yes Yes Yes!"

After all, there was such a formidable flying fortress that really crashed, and the advantage of the alliance will be greatly weakened.

It took the entire day for the Alliance to clear the passage behind the Beetle Wall with steam tanks and cranes. In front of the coalition were two huge areas: the east was smashed by Naxxramas, let's call it the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, where a lot of powerful creatures were detected. To the west is the main building of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

"I suggest that the soldiers be divided into two paths! Otherwise, all the offensives will only make the other side cut off." Thrall said.

Magney and the leaders of the alliance groaned.

It is true that the alliance and the tribe form a coalition. In front of them, despite the efforts of sincere cooperation between the two sides, in the absence of Duke, neither Magni nor Varian, have enough strength and prestige. Thrall, he has absolutely unified command in the coalition.

After a little thought, Magni and Varian glanced at each other and understood each other's thoughts: the twisted melon is not sweet.

"Then the troubled tribe to attack the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj!" Magni turned and said, "Your Majesty Jaina."

"Well." Jaina answered, and walked past Thrall, handing in a thirty-page document: "This is the commander of Duke Marcus, who consulted a lot of historical data on the battle of quicksand, Information from the dragons and night elf commanders who participated in the war. "

Suddenly, Thrall, Woking and Grom narrowed their eyes.

An old friend, even if their positions are different, Duke's information is rarely wrong in the event that the coalition forces face a strong enemy.

"General Rajaxx ... Oslian without a scar? Thank you Duke for me!" Thrall nodded heavily.

"Please note that the records on the historical materials are not complete. These are only the recorded parts. The rest are subject to change." Jaina emphasized.

Of course, she knew that Duke should have detailed information about the color of the hair on the other leader's butt. But the Alliance has no obligation to provide it to the Horde!

If it was a tribe like a bereavement in the past, Duke might give details in the idea of ​​maintaining the strength of the coalition.

Well now ...

The three sisters of Windrunner stared like arrows and shot "Sao!" Behind Thrall. Similarly, the priests and paladins of the Alliance looked at them with a bad expression.

Had it not been for the more formidable enemy, the Qiraji and C'thun, it would have been all martial.

Thrall was a little embarrassed, but didn't regret it. He foresaw the scene from the day he recruited the forsaken into the Horde camp.

Former chiefs such as Orgrim and the former Sun King Anastrian and the Silvermoon Council all turned into death knights and lich standing behind, and the alliance can blame them. .

That's why Thrall proposed division and Magni would agree.

Without Duke or Anduin Lothar, the bulls who beat the tribe, they really couldn't help it.