You know, the system previously prompted that "If you can absorb more elemental divinity, the power of the sword will increase significantly."
But now it is strongly recommended to come back after upgrading, and there is only one explanation - it will be more beneficial for Duke to inject after upgrading.
If Duke was still in a slightly confused state before, now Duke has fully understood that the time to become a demigod has come.
As long as we finish up Naxxramas...
With Atiesh, Duke is now a legitimate Guardian of Azeroth. If there is any difference between him and the previous Guardians, it is that he lacks the demigod-level magic injected by the entire Council of Tirisfal.
It doesn't matter, as long as he breaks through to the demigod level, everything will be solved.
Duke gently lifted Atiesh, and suddenly felt that his arcane magic circuit had increased by more than 200%. The surging magic power reverberated in the huge circuit formed by the connection between himself and the artifact staff.
If Duke, who was a third-class star before, had magic power overflowing every minute and every second like rivers and lakes, then now it really feels a bit like the ocean.
Duke turned to face the soul of the ice dragon and said loudly: "Sapphiron, I ask you, are you willing to serve under me and become my exclusive elemental messenger. Fight to protect the world of Azeroth, wash away your sins, and achieve the goal of returning to Dragon's Rest Temple in the end?"
There was nothing to think about. Sapphiron in spirit form lowered his proud head and said, "I do!"
Duke said no more, raised his staff, and shot a beam of blue light at Sapphiron's huge soul. Like pulling out a cocoon, everyone saw countless black filaments being pulled out of Sapphiron's soul and dissipating in the air. Then the frost in the entire hall began to gather on Sapphiron's spirit.
A series of "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sounds were heard, and under Duke's magic power that transcended the mortal world, not only Sapphiron, but even the hall where they were seemed to have melted into frost.
It's just that one goes out and the other comes in.
As the entire space began to become illusory, Sapphiron's soul began to materialize.
The ugly white bones were covered with muscles condensed from elements, and then a dragon skin as white as snow appeared out of thin air.
Ten seconds later, there was one less fallen bone dragon in the world, and one more elemental dragon transformed from the purest frost element.
From this moment on, Sapphiron became an elemental creature similar to the phoenix.
Now that Sapphiron has been dealt with, the next step is to divide the spoils.
the Alliance heroes quickly and simply picked out the epic equipment they wanted. Of course, except for a very small number of level 80 items at the Naxxramas level, the rest were equivalent to level 60 equipment in the game. These fifteen people basically didn't care about them, so they were probably left to Varian and the others.
On this day, the battle was still stalemate at Cenarion Hold in northern Silithus.
Although the coalition army gathered the elite troops of the three major forces of Alliance, Horde and Dragon, it still could not push the front line to the Beetle Wall in the middle of Silithus, let alone the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
Grom Hellscream, covered in bath gel, was covered in green and yellow. These were the body fluids of the insects. After solidifying, they not only emitted a foul smell, but also looked ridiculous.
After retreating to the fortress, Howler could not help but complain to Thrall: "Warchief, how long are we going to defend? If it really doesn't work, we can organize a commando team and destroy that damn insect nest first."
Thrall did not answer directly, but asked: "How many elites do you think the Horde needs to sacrifice to achieve this goal?"
Grom was stunned by the question. His expression was first unwilling, then sad. Although the Horde has mobilized tens of thousands of people this time, and even the thousands of elite soldiers who attacked Blackrock Mountain, looking at the old and the young, you can tell that this tribe's army is just a facade.
It has been seven years since the orcs crossed to Kalimdor. It is far from enough for the new generation of orcs to grow up. Those five or six-year-olds will need at least another ten years before they can fight. There are only about 100,000 orcs crossing to the west.
After the conflict with the night elves in Ashenvale, the Battle of Mount Hyjal during the invasion of the Burning Legion, and the latest Scarab War, it can be said that almost all the orcs who can fight are here.
Without the support of the Tauren, Trolls, and Goblins, the Horde wouldn't even be able to gather a hundred thousand troops.
The Tauren have never been a thriving race, and being able to muster 5,000 warriors is already the result of Cairne's full support. Vol'jin's Darkspear clan is just a branch of the trolls, and 10,000 soldiers is the limit.
If this army were to be wiped out here, then the Horde would have no choice but to face the possibility that if the Alliance turned against them, they would be destroyed here.
As it happened, this time, the Horde's territory was the most directly impacted by the swarm.
If the Alliance was ruthless enough, they could have waited until all the Horde warriors were defeated before picking up the spoils. the Alliance was also facing internal and external troubles, and they were able to mobilize this force so quickly. Those with a little bit of brains in the Horde thought that the Alliance was generous.
Although the current situation is not good, the stupid bugs have not learned to intercept the Alliance's supply railways. With the continuous delivery of munitions, the casualty ratio of the battle is still very impressive.
It usually takes the death of a hundred giant bugs taller than orcs to sacrifice one Alliance or Horde warrior. With the Alliance's priests being so powerful, as long as their heads weren't cut off on the spot and dragged to the rear, they could be saved even if they still had a breath.
Therefore, when Duke clearly stated that they would wait until they had dealt with Naxxramas or Zul'Gurub before taking further action, Thrall and Vol'jin voted in favor with all their limbs.
Not many people died, and the young orc warriors gained valuable combat experience. This kind of thing doesn't happen every day.
There is nothing wrong with this, except that there is a concern that the normalization of the Alliance between the Alliance and the Horde will increase the possibility of the Horde being annexed.
Just as Grom was about to retreat in dismay, Thrall and the others suddenly heard a shrill cry: "Alarm - there are legion-level bugs!"
Legion level means a super-large bug that requires an entire legion to kill.
When Thrall and Grom turned around, they saw the huge beetle that was as big as a mountain in the distance.
"Another one!? Damn it! There are more and more of these things lately!" Grom spat fiercely, then picked up his Gorehowl, turned around and left.
"Wait! Let's do it together!"
Legion level also means the insects have terrible vitality. Although the attack power of that thing is not too terrible, the big beetle is basically immune to existing artillery fire. If it rushes to the edge of the fortress, it will undoubtedly greatly affect the defense line.
Once the battle line collapses, human lives will be used to fill the gap.
In the absence of the main forces of the Alliance, it is naturally the lives of the tribal warriors that will fill the gap.
At this moment, a booming sound of artillery suddenly came from the clouds. It was obviously a Cannon with a terrifying caliber far exceeding all the artillery fire of Cenarion Fortress, and it overturned the legion-level giant insect with one shot.
Duke's laughter was heard in the air: "Yo! Looks like we made it just in time!"
Giant ships and big guns are the dreams of countless men.
Thrall and the tribal warriors looked up at the sky. At first, they thought it was another giant flying ship like the Skybreaker.
Obviously, they were wrong.
It was indeed flying in the sky, but it was not a giant ship, but an entire gigantic fortress.
No one would forget the terrifying figure that once wreaked havoc in the main cities of the major races. In the eyes of many ignorant tribesmen, it was almost a punishment from heaven.
It was so huge and boundless, suspended in the sky, that there was no way to fight it. Every citizen could only hide in the main city with the strongest defense, trembling in fear, listening to the terrible death howls lingering in the sky, and waiting for the arrival of the extermination judgment.
Artillery can't reach, magic can't reach, and the few wyverns sent out will only be brutally wiped out by gargoyles that outnumber them by ten times.
Every tribal warrior still clearly remembers those humiliating days when they could only endure the beatings and were unable to fight back.
Now...what is this?
Directly south of Cenarion Hold, Naxxramas Fortress slowly descended from the sky. Its violent descent swept away large tracts of clouds, blocking the coalition forces and the swarm of insects with great dominance, and easily blocked the insects flying from the south.
The terrifying huge skull relief still existed on the Naxxramas fortress in the sky, but it was shaped like a tumbler, with a square bottom and four ridges on the top. the Alliance's blue lion flag with gold borders fluttered in the wind at the four corners.
Even though Naxxramas looked much more dilapidated than before, there was a very obvious large hole towards the north. This should be what the Alliance said in the notification to the Horde, that it was bombed by the floating city of Dalaran.
Even so, Naxxramas remains a formidable fortress.
Soon, the fort opened fire.
There was a dense barrage of bullets at the beginning, which smashed many insects into a bloody mess, and their broken bodies and limbs fell from the sky.
"Huh?" Thrall frowned immediately.
"Warchief, you discovered it too?" Vol'jin asked.
"Yes! The firepower of Naxxramas is much weaker than I remembered." As soon as Thrall finished speaking, he found Jaina coming.
"That's because after the Alliance captured Naxxramas, they found that many shadow magic towers were unusable." Jaina's crisp and slightly intellectual voice sounds pleasant no matter when.
Thrall didn't know that because of the appearance of Du, his personal relationship with Jaina was destined to be two parallel lines that would never intersect.
Seeing Jaina, who was supposed to be the core of the assault team, appear so calmly in front of him, how could Thrall not know the result? However, he still asked in disbelief: "Did the Alliance really completely capture Naxxramas?"
Jaina nodded: "Yes, the evil spirit of the Archlich Kel'Thuzad has been completely purified. From today on, the former Scourge fortress Naxxramas belongs to the Alliance."
Thrall and other tribal chiefs felt indescribable feelings in their hearts.
Once upon a time, I thought that by crossing the west to Kalimdor, I could get rid of the control of the Alliance. As long as I could gain a foothold in this slightly desolate land, I might be able to compete with the Alliance across the sea.
If the establishment of Theramore was to drive a nail into the heartland of the Horde, and the night elves joining the Alliance was to further oppress the expansion space of the Horde, then this floating fortress was obviously the scythe of death hanging over the heads of the Horde.
Since the Scourge could use Naxxramas to overwhelm the Horde's major cities, the Alliance could do the same. No, it could even be better than that.
When the city of Durotar was first being built, the Horde from top to bottom was very excited. At that time, the Horde's territory was small. Who would have thought that Duke's arrangements were so far-reaching, attacking the orcs' new main city from the south and the north?
I didn't realize it at first, but as the Hordes continued to expand their settlements across the entire continent in order to compete for resources, I realized that there was a noose around the Horde's neck, slowly strangling the Horde to death!
Unfortunately, the Alliance did not actively attack the Horde. After all, it was the bugs that were slaughtering the Horde's people. Instead, the Alliance appeared before the Horde as an ally and savior.
"Oh! It's up to the Alliance now." Thrall answered and sighed.
In fact, the situation of the Horde can be described in one sentence: If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries!
Without dealing with the rampage of insects, there is no question of posing any threat to the Alliance.
In mid-air, the huge floating fortress suddenly seemed to dismantle itself, and several huge pieces of outer wall decorations fell from the sky.
"That's..." Thrall murmured.
Jaina laughed. "There's no way the Alliance would want that kind of decoration anymore."
At this time, everyone could see clearly that it was Naxxramas who had dropped down the huge skull relief as big as ten football fields on the outer wall of the upper half of the fortress.
Yes, the Alliance is not pirates, nor is it the Scourge.
the Alliance would never use such frightening decorations.
The huge stone sculpture fell from a height of a thousand meters, causing an earthquake.
Of course, the effect was significant. With a stone sculpture as thick as 30 meters pressing down, the scene was like the sky falling in the eyes of the insects. The huge shadow that seemed to be boundless pressed down directly, and the insects charging in the middle had no place to hide and were crushed into meat paste on the spot.
"Pah--" The insect slurry splashed out from the cracks of the broken stone sculptures, reaching a height of ten stories.
In the fortress two thousand meters away, almost every coalition soldier who witnessed this scene could not help but grin. Then, they gave the warmest cheers.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Good! Kill those brainless bugs!"
"Long live the Alliance—"
Under the gaze of the 100,000 allied soldiers on duty, Naxxramas moved again, slowly flying to the southeast of Cenarion Fortress. The two fortresses, one on the ground and the other in the air, formed a pincer attack against each other.
Naxxramas descended. Because it descended very slowly, even when it landed on the ground, it did not cause much shaking. It just flattened several large sand dunes.
On the side facing the railway, the fortress opened a super gate that was at least twenty stories high, and lowered a slope at a thirty-degree angle to the ground.
Jaina smiled and said, "the Alliance is preparing to arm the entire Naxxramas fortress as a mobile base for advancing the front. Now, on behalf of the Alliance commander Edmund Duke, I formally request the Horde to send about two clans of soldiers as guards for the fortress."
After that, Jaina showed Thrall a document written in both Orcish and Common Human and stamped with the seal of the Alliance Command.
At this moment, in Naxxramas, Magni was complaining to his subordinates!
"Not enough! Not enough! Absolutely not enough! Aren't we the Destruction Dwarves who inherited the will of the great Edmund Duke and claim that 'explosion is art'? This small water gun of this caliber is useless!"
"Uh, when did we become the Destroyer Dwarves..." Derek Banshu, the dwarf quartermaster with an orange-red beard, complained in a low voice.
"Answer my question, Quartermaster!" Magni roared.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, our ships are fully loaded. Although the supplies have been delivered to the major ports of the Eastern Kingdom, we are struggling to meet our daily needs for artillery shells due to limited transportation capacity, and are simply unable to meet the demand for large-caliber artillery shells. If Your Majesty is capable of ensuring a daily consumption of 100,000 tons of artillery shells, I don't mind adding any type of artillery Your Majesty needs to the next shipment." Derek's neck was red as he angrily rebuked his own king.
This is the character of dwarves. As long as they are right, they will stick to their guns.
"Uh." Magni knew he was in the wrong and had nothing to say.
He has been busy recently with the mission of sending gods to earth to fight against bosses, and he really has no idea about the logistics situation.
This is the inevitable disadvantage of modern warfare.
Artillery has brought a whole new pattern to Azeroth, which had previously been dominated by cold weapons - stronger attack and defense capabilities.
At the same time, it also brought a heavy pressure on logistics. The last battle of Mount Hyjal was more like a one-time deal because the retreat Road could be cut off at any time. Supplies and other things were just a one-time deal.
Anyway, all the personnel and equipment were either killed or destroyed, so there was no question of replenishment.
Now it was different. From the moment they entered Cenarion Fortress, they had to fight a tough defense. The cost of killing more than a million giant bugs was the consumption of more than 10,000 tons of artillery shells every day.
the Alliance's shipping capacity is there. Even if all of the Alliance's long-distance ships that can cross the Endless Sea are used, the average shipping capacity is only a little over 5,000 tons.
Even though Duke had the foresight to place several small-caliber artillery production lines in Theramore, assigned the task of food supply to Theramore, the night elves and the Horde, and used almost all of his transportation capacity to load munitions, it was still not enough.
Theramore is the bridgehead of the Alliance, Duke can't put the most expensive and advanced production line there. What if someone smashes or steals it? He will have no place to cry.
Derek reminded his king: "Your Majesty, 90% of the arsenals in Tanaris Steamwheedle Port are safe from rats."
Magni frowned. Two seconds later, the shameless dwarf king smiled and ran directly to the communication center: "Duke, Duke - we are out of shells. Can you conjure some bread like you did with magic water?"
In front of the magic communication mirror on the other side, Duke rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you ask me to turn into an army of 100 million and destroy C'Thun directly?"
"If possible, that's good too." Magni is such a shameless old man.
Duke really wanted to yell, "What use do I have for you?"
But I just got Atiesh, and I'm in a good mood, so I won't bother with you.
"Where is the largest stockpile of ammunition stored?"
Magni turned around, and Derek immediately came up and said, "Menethil Port."
Menethil Harbor is located in the Baradin Bay north of Ironforge. It was originally a port like the back garden of Ironforge, and Menethil Harbor was not called this name. In order to improve the sea outlet of the Bronzebeard Dwarfs' territory, Lordaeron almost built this port for the Dwarves alone, so in order to commemorate the kindness of the Menethil royal family, it was named this.
the Alliance's industrial areas are now mainly in the southern continent, and there are specific functional divisions. According to the principle of proximity, Stormwind Harbor is mostly used to transport food and daily necessities, while Ironforge is undoubtedly the heavy industrial area. Although in order to avoid being wiped out by the enemy, Ironforge also has a lot of arms transported to Stormwind Harbor through the underground railway with Stormwind City, and then shipped across the sea, most of the arms are still stored in Menethil Harbor.
Facing Magni's request, Duke scratched his head and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll do it once in a while, but don't expect me to have free magic power every day in the future."
As soon as the superior gives an order, the subordinates will run around like crazy.
In Cenarion Hold, the coalition forces were in chaos.
"Get out of the way! There's an order from above to vacate warehouses 1 to 10 within an hour!" Originally these warehouses were used to store ammunition, but now there's a shortage of ammunition, and as a result they're all filled with scrapped artillery and steam tanks that are either waiting to be repaired.
A group of dwarfs were all dumbfounded, staring blankly.
There is only so much empty space in the relatively safe fortress defense circle. Where can they move their things to in such a short time?
One hour, let alone tools, was simply too late given the severe shortage of steam cranes.
Then, a spectacular scene appeared. A large group of dwarves either drove gods down to earth or recruited warriors from the Horde to serve as soldiers.
At the port of Menethil, the dwarves were all very lazy. Except for those standing guard or patrolling, the dwarves were all bored and were just talking nonsense.
There was no other way, the Alliance's shipping schedule was basically very accurate. When there were no ships, no matter how much munitions Ironforge brought in, they would just pile up like a mountain and be dumped in the port warehouse.
Suddenly, the Alliance lieutenants rushed into the barracks: "Hurry up! Direct orders from the Alliance commander Edmund Duke. Prepare all the ammunition and large-caliber artillery stored in the warehouse within an hour and pull them all to the square to await orders."
The dwarven quartermasters and logistics personnel were all dumbfounded. "So many! How can we transport them? There are at least 300,000 tons of artillery ammunition stored here! And that's not counting the traffic jams. Where can the Alliance find several new fleets?"
"How should I know? Maybe the most powerful wizard in the Alliance is preparing to open a portal to teleport."
The dwarf lieutenant's words are truly insightful.
Yes! He guessed it right. Duke just opened the portal and teleported directly.
After thousands of people below were exhausted, Duke didn't care about anything else and just propped up Atiesh to work.
"Ah! Looking back, this thing could only open a door to Karazhan and transfer people to Karazhan..." Duke muttered to himself.
Of course, as a pure, lawful and good citizen, Duke, knowing that many team members had very geniusly destroyed the Hearthstone that could teleport them back home, would often be very considerate and use Atiesh to open a portal to Karazhan next to the portals opened by other mages back to Ironforge or Dalaran after completing the team dungeon.
Also put the two portals almost together.
As a result, a bunch of ignoring the truth were sent to Karazhan in the desolate mountains.
Well, it was just a slip of the hand, don't blame me.
Hahahahahahaha!
No one would have thought that an evil priest could actually open a portal to Karazhan.
At that time, Duke was scolded a lot... But Duke was very proud! He had one of the 1,167 Atiesh swords in the entire national server.
Next to him, Ilucia saw Duke, who was lost in his memories and almost drooling evilly. Even Ilucia, who was the most obedient to Duke, couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "Please, Duke, please pay attention to your image. Your image collapse will affect us."
"Uh, sorry!"
Ah! It doesn't matter if you look ugly or not. If you don't know how ugly you are and still hang around, that's a capital crime.
Duke's face froze. He was that sanctimonious hypocrite again... Oh, no, he was that handsome and elegant commander of the Alliance again!
After being promoted to Antonidas, Duke seldom chanted magic. Whenever he was required to chant, it must be a large-scale magic.
The next moment, Duke's voice transcended time and space, echoing over both Menethil Harbor and Cenarion Fortress at the same time.
Seems near, yet far away.
The chanting was filled with an ethereal feeling, as if Duke's voice did not come from the other side of space, but from the realm of God.
The spell of the portal is a magic spell that every archmage who sets foot in must learn. After countless generations of deletions and improvements, it has become unchangeable.
"Lost souls wandering in this world—"
"May the stars guide you."
"May the earth bear you."
"In the name of Edmund Duke, I will build a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and turn the natural barrier into a thoroughfare!"
The spell is the key point, but the most important thing is the series of spatial coordinates that appear in the mind while chanting the spell!
As for space teleportation, if you just want to teleport between two places with no gap between them, then you only need to remember the coordinates of the starting point and the destination.
But Azeroth is also a self-rotating planet. To complete long-term continuous transmission, you have to constantly change the spatial coordinates in line with the planet's rotation.
Simply put, it requires a series of absolutely accurate formulas for spatial movement.
Any mistake could result in the teleporter being beheaded at best, or disappearing forever into the cracks in space at worst.
This is why teleportation often only occurs between the mage and the major cities.
Now, what Duke is about to accomplish is definitely a great magic that will go down in history.
On Duke's retina, a huge amount of data poured down.
The system AI's prompts kept coming:
"Space coordinates loaded."
"Calculation of spatial variable formula completed."
"We have conducted 233,333 consecutive coordinate tests without error. The error rate is approaching zero."
"Self-test complete."
"Transmission started, opening portals 1 to 128."
Yes, Duke is that awesome.
What he couldn't do before, Duke can now do easily with the help of the artifact Atiesh. Of course, with his limit, opening 1024 portals at the same time is not a problem. Considering the sustainability and risk factor, Duke is very safe and opens 128 portals first.
In the open space of Menethil Harbor, the dwarf logistics troops seemed to have seen a miracle. They were all stunned, looking at the desert world displayed on the other side of the portal and the magnificent elven-style fortress, and they were speechless.
All the dwarf's farts and speeches were stuck in his throat and couldn't be uttered.
"What are you standing there for? Don't add to Commander Edmund's burden!" On the fortress side, the dwarf quartermaster Derek's angry curses finally sobered the dazed guys on the opposite side.
The dwarf workers immediately shouted slogans and began to move the ammunition boxes one by one along the makeshift conveyor belt and through various portals in a somewhat hurried manner.
"Be careful, idiot! Even if there are shock absorbers inside, if they explode accidentally, it will blow us all into the sky."
"Team Three! Deliver the 155mm first! Prioritize supplying ammunition to the existing artillery on the opposite side!"
Before the battle began, every colonel had given strict orders to the lieutenants below them. The lieutenants gave strict orders to the non-commissioned officers. Most of them conveyed to their subordinates in a very friendly way, such as "if you can't transport all the shells, just stuff them into your mouth", so no dwarf dared to be lazy.
In addition, Duke used projection to mark the remaining time on each portal, which made each dwarf's movements more agile.
In Cenarion Hold, the Horde was also shocked and completely speechless.
Is it really possible for mortals to teleport on such a large scale?
Thrall leaned slightly to the left, and a ghostly figure appeared beside him - Anasterian, the former Sun King and current leader of the Forsaken.
As a new tribal leader, Anasterian put himself in the right position, at least that's how it seemed.
He covered his left chest with his right hand and bowed slightly: "I can't do it. Three portals of the same level at most, each portal can send 50 fully armed tribal warriors, which is already the limit, and it consumes a huge amount of magic gems. If the Sunwell is still in my hands, then the maximum number of portals is 10."
Vol'jin asked in a low voice: "Aren't you all Archmages of the Sun?"
Anasterian said bitterly, "In terms of level, I am not much different from Edmund Duke. But his talent in multicasting is above mine. The key is that my thieves saw that he inherited the artifact staff of the previous guardian Medivh."
"Is it the legendary Astral Staff Legendary Staff of the Guardian of Atiesh that can break through space?" Thrall's voice, muttering to himself, had a stronger bitter taste.
Although I don't know what price Duke will have to pay for such a large-scale teleportation, it will certainly not be too light, but it will definitely not be too heavy, otherwise no one can afford it.
Even so, the Alliance's groundbreaking supply approach has left the Horde with nothing but admiration.
If it was just the flight-controlled warships, the Horde still had a chance to imitate and catch up, but the flying fortresses and large-scale teleportation made Thrall completely despair.
This has nothing to do with the technology tree, talents, etc.
Unless the Horde is so lucky that they can dig up a floating fortress left by the Titans, and get a staff with spatial properties close to Atiesh, and they also have to trust Anasterian so much that they are not afraid of his rebellion...
Damn, if all of these ifs can be achieved, it would be a miracle among miracles.
The reason why a miracle is called a miracle is because it is basically impossible to happen!
Thrall felt heavy in his heart.
In fact, Thrall was thinking too much.
In the original history of Warlords of Draenor, the Alliance and the Horde jointly attacked Draenor, which had not exploded. the Alliance quickly built a huge fortress in Shadowmoon Valley almost from scratch.
What does it rely on?
Just rely on the portal!
A large number of soldiers and craftsmen came from the huge portal. Wood and stone were sourced locally, but craftsmen and key alloy components were all transported across the planet from major cities across the Alliance.
In that era, cross-space supply and strikes had already become commonplace.
It's just that Duke has achieved it earlier now.
Duke said that he was not to blame for the 100,000 points of critical damage suffered by the Horde's powerful men!
Dalaran can also fly, but as the capital of a country, it would be bad if Dalaran was damaged if it was rashly put on the front line. If the outer mage towers were blown up, the mage training institutions in the center would be damaged. Not to mention whether Rhonin, who had disappeared, would be angry when he came back, Duke would definitely be heartbroken.
Now Dalaran is his back garden and talent training base!
So whether attacking or defending, Naxxramas must go first.
As the strongest offensive fortress in the Alliance, how can it satisfy the vanity of Duke, a big-ship and big-gun enthusiast, if it is not equipped with tens of thousands of Cannons?
However, rebuilding the flying fortress is not an easy task.
If you want to blame someone, just blame Duke for messing up Naxxramas too thoroughly before.
First let Dalaran fire a shot from its main gun, then it will fall from a high altitude into Ahn'Qiraj, where the bugs will tear it to pieces.
Finally, Duke gave up several districts in order to clean up.
As a result, the interior of Naxxramas is now empty, and many places are hollow. I don't know how long it will take to rebuild it.
But the Alliance doesn't have the spare time to do these things now.
Duke could only install large and small artillery on the fortress based on the balance weight calculated by the system.
Balance is important.
Whether it is a ship or an airplane, you have to calculate the weight balance before departure, otherwise it will capsize...
At a time when the plague area was almost completely wiped out, the weight of the artillery was a huge undertaking. Fortunately, Duke had the system AI to help him calculate.
It took three full days, with the dwarf craftsmen working overtime almost without sleep, to install about 2,000 Cannons and about 50,000 tons of artillery shells in Naxxramas.
Although 50,000 tons is a lot, the things of the dwarves, before the level of industrialization was insufficient, were all rough and hard. There was not much to use.
but...
"It's enough for now." Duke concluded.
In the command hall of Naxxramas, the crowd was suddenly in an uproar.
"When will we attack?" The one who asked the question was Grom the Roaring One.
They have been defending and not attacking for a while now, and the brave orcs are already exhausted.
Moreover, the several huge insect nests in the Silithus area were the biggest scourge. As long as the insect nests were not destroyed, the queen insects inside would continue to give birth to a large number of large insects, causing trouble everywhere.
These destructive insects, or insect-men, are absolutely terrifying. They eat anything that can be considered a living thing.
Vultures that eat carrion in the sky, scorpions and snakes that roam the desert, and even cacti can all be their prey. The queen of the insect swarm replenishes nutrients recklessly, and then lays four-digit eggs every day. In less than ten days, a new batch of big insects will break out of the chrysalis and continue to wreak havoc on everything.
Therefore, it is imperative to destroy the insect nest.
Facing Lord Hou's question, Duke hesitated for a moment and said, "The day after tomorrow! I'll say hello to the Dragonflight first!"
Duke didn't notice, or maybe Duke intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were filled with hatred because of the three words "the day after tomorrow".
Compared to the Hordes whose homes were destroyed, there is a leader of the Alliance who hates these bugs even more. But since he arrived at Cenarion Fortress, everything is out of his control.
Yes! He is Fandral Staghelm!
After his son's death, he was eager to launch an attack on the Zerg. However, he was held down by Tyrande, who forbade him and his elite druid troops to leave the fortress and launch an attack before the main force returned.
The result was that he even hated Duke.
Now Duke was pressing back to attack in order to prepare, which made him grit his teeth.
However, Duke ignored this guy. He asked Magni to discuss the matter of sending troops with Thrall, while he used a compass to find Alexstrasza.
"Oh! Dear Majesty, are you worried about the big garbage in the void?"
"The wreckage of the Burning Legion's warship."
The Red Dragon Queen's eyes lit up in the magic mirror.
The continuous void wars caused a lot of losses to both sides. Although the dead dragons had their bodies collected by their companions and sent back to the Dragonbone Wilds through the portal for burial, the large amount of space battleship wreckage used by the demons became a headache.
If it was the corpse of a demon, the dragons could still use their powerful bodies to crash into it, but they would not be able to deal with the harder and larger wreckage.
Moreover, as the wreckage increased, the dragon's ability to search for enemies was significantly reduced.
Duke suddenly mentioned these big pieces of garbage for no reason, and Alexstrasza really became interested.
"Hey, if you have any good suggestions, tell me about them..."
No one knows what the Duke discussed with the Queen.
Anyway, the day for the army to set out will soon arrive.
Dark Gate 22, March 18, 8 am.
Contrary to usual practice, Duke was not in charge of this coalition offensive.
The commander-in-chief was Magni, the artillery maniac, and his deputy commanders were Thrall and Tyrande.
Outsiders might not understand, but those who are familiar with the Alliance know that under Duke's guidance, the medieval war model has long been completely abandoned by the Alliance. Now, as long as conditions permit, all artillery will be used to clean the ground first, and all movable things in sight will be blown up first.
No, today is a little more special.
Standing on the specially opened platform of Naxxramas, overlooking the earth from 3,000 meters above the ground, this feeling is indeed very subtle. This height has long exceeded the height that flying insects can climb.
What does it mean to be beaten up? This is what it means to be beaten up!
Thrall's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen the end of the battle.
This kind of war, like using Cannons to fight primitive people, is so unreasonable.
"Okay! Lord Tyrande Whisperwind, since Duke has entrusted the opening to you, my little ones and I will just watch the show first." Magni gave up the main seat directly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Bronzebeard." Tyrande did not act pretentiously and stood directly in the middle.
Time is up!
Tyrande raised her head slightly, and two sharp rays of divine light seemed to emanate from her clear pupils. They traversed the space, penetrated the clouds, and looked straight into the space.
A second later, suddenly, Tyrande's long, green hair moved without wind, fluttering high up, rustling.
Wearing only a golden arm bracelet, her arms were raised high, showing her streamlined and soft muscle lines. She put all her mind into it, as if she was exploring something, guiding something.
Her light shone brightly, and under the power of Elune, the clear sky suddenly darkened. The sun and the clouds seemed to disappear, and everyone could see the stars in the sky.
Above the atmosphere, a void battleship that had been broken for who knows how many years was changing its trajectory under the dragging of several ancient dragons, falling from the planet's synchronous orbit into the designated Road.
Soon, in the pitch-black void, a long, shining line of fire illuminated the entire defense zone of the guardian dragon.
Even when on patrol, the soaring dragon still turned its neck and looked at the bright red color.
"Boom boom boom!"
The entire atmosphere rumbled.
Even though the officers repeatedly warned the soldiers, and even though these soldiers were not rookies, they were still restless after seeing this scene and listening to the horrifying sounds in the sky.
Above Silithus, a bright line of fire suddenly appeared in the sky from nothing. When the line of fire was imprinted in the firm eyes of Chieftain Thrall, no one could see through Thrall's expression.
He still tightly grasped the semi-artifact Doomhammer, but this famous weapon seemed insignificant in the face of the horrific attack that was about to happen.
Thrall seemed to be in deep thought, and his green face seemed much paler than before.
The golden light descended from the sky, reflected in the deepest part of the pupils of every coalition soldier. It seemed like a long parabola drawn from the distant divine realm, and under the passionate continuous gestures of the elven high priest, it moved from far to near and turned into a stream of light.
Everyone subconsciously turned their heads so that they could follow the light.
The golden beam of light left a long afterimage in the field of vision, hitting the Yash Hive just north of Cenarion Fortress.
It exploded with a loud bang, blooming like a dazzling flower emitting golden flames.
The huge insect tower, which was fifty stories high and felt like it was made of solid colloid, collapsed with just one blow.
Not only that, the entire ground of the insect nest could not withstand this cosmic attack and began to show signs of sinking.
The army of insects guarding the hive were lifted up in large numbers by the huge flame shock wave, thrown away, and then dismembered into countless pieces, which finally fell like raindrops.
Within a kilometer diameter, there was fire everywhere, and the smoke and dust even spread to five thousand meters away.
"Wow!" Magni, the straight man, blew a loud whistle.
At the same time, almost every Allied soldier who witnessed this scene at the gun positions and portholes of the entire fortress cheered loudly.
"Hahaha!"
"here you go!"
"Burn these dogs to death!"
"Burn, burn, burn! Burn it all!"
In recent days, although the losses were not great, we were surrounded and attacked by insects that were dozens of times our number, and our defenses were broken through from time to time. It was so frustrating and annoying.
Now, seeing that Tyrande, one of the leaders of the Alliance, actually used such a powerful move Starfall, every warrior couldn't help but become enthusiastic.
Who doesn't want to have a powerful boss?
Who doesn't want their boss to stand up bravely at the critical moment of confrontation, break the balance and gain a chance of victory?
Unconsciously, every night elf looked at Tyrande with eyes full of worship.
"Tsk! It's not like Tyrande can really use such a powerful Starfall!" Fandral Staghelm gritted his teeth.
He is right!
Of course, Tyrande didn't have the power to summon such a terrifying large meteorite fragment. This thing was the wreckage of the void warship that Duke had the Dragonflight drop at a designated time and place after calculating the angle of incidence using the system.
Since it is wreckage, its irregular shape will naturally lead to various accidents when passing through the atmosphere.
It doesn't matter.
Tyrande, who was used to playing Starfall, didn't have the power to pull such a large floating void object out of orbit even with the help of Elune. However, she could lead the target to where she wanted with the help of Elune's divine power.
This was an incredibly accurate strike!
Of course, the people below will not be told about these twists and turns.
The night elves knelt on the spot, and all prostrated themselves before Tyrande, the incarnation of the goddess Elune. In their eyes, this was a miracle performed by Elune herself.
Judging from its power, this is indeed a miracle.
"If we get another wave, the divine power bestowed upon me by the goddess will be used up, and then I will need to rest for at least a week." According to Duke's prior arrangement, Tyrande lied without blushing or beating her heart.
In fact, this is not only to guard against the Horde, but also to prevent possible spies from appearing in the coalition forces, and...
Clusters of starlight continued to rise slowly into the sky from Tyrande's body.
As if in response to her twinkling starlight, a golden curtain of light slowly descended from the skyline.
It's like countless small suns fallen to earth.
Accompanied by Tyrande's melodious and mysterious spell.
They are coming in a flash -
Like a rainstorm in May, it fell cracklingly within the range of the Ash insect nest.
"Boom boom--" Under the influence of gravity acceleration, the fragments of the battleship turned into the most terrifying weapons. They cut through the sky and fell into the insect nest with terrifying kinetic energy that no one in this era could understand.
Not only did they cause the most horrific killings, but they also caused shocking destruction that tore the sky and the earth apart.
Within the visible range, everyone saw that the entire insect nest was collapsing. Not just a meter or half a meter, but a huge hole as high as a ten-story building collapsed.
Finally, Starfall is over.
Tyrande fell down as if she had lost all her strength.
"Tyrande!" Vereesa beside her was quick to hold her up.
She really collapsed. However, only she, Duke, and Elune knew that this was far from her limit. She did not use Elune's power to replenish her physical energy.
"Thank you for your hard work! Now it's time for the dwarves to perform." Magni bowed slightly, then stood on the main seat and raised his voice: "Men, load up the white phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, and heavy oil bombs!"
Two minutes later, the rumbling sound of artillery fire rang out throughout the flying fortress.
Originally, the Ash insect nest was already full of fire.
After all, the falling artificial meteorite is not a real fire attack.
The dwarves now had sufficient ammunition and turned the entire hive into a sea of fire.
If these things were used on humans, it would be absolutely insane. For example, if a white phosphorus bomb were to burn a person, it would burn the skin all the way to the bones. It felt like it was no less effective than the skinning technique used by the Scourge.
Use it on bugs...screw it!
A dead bug is a good bug!
Understand!?
The violent artillery attack lasted for a full hour.
After firing over ten thousand tons of artillery shells, the orcs had become numb to the sound of shell casings ejected from the chamber, let alone the continuous sound of artillery fire.
Fortunately, earplugs were distributed early, otherwise a lot of people would have become deaf.
It was not until noon, after the Alliance and the Horde's mage corps jointly used a large magic circle to cast war-level magic and put out the fire with ice, that the infantry finally came on the field.
"Go! We need to find the queen of the Ash Hive! We only want her body!"
The coalition infantrymen, who had been holding back for a long time, finally had a chance to show their skills.
Where was Duke when the coalition forces were fighting fiercely?
Duke quietly made a trip to Lordaeron and then returned to Karazhan.
On the highest floor of Karazhan, it is also the most central location of this unique space.
The decorations left by the previous owner Medivh have been replaced.
Duke sat on a throne made of arcane energy. The throne behind him was like the roots of a tree. The arcane energy, like an electric current, connected every room in Karazhan, as if sucking magic from every corner of the entire Mage Tower.
Duke's feet seemed to be a huge transparent glass, and he could see hundreds of libraries below, filled with millions of magic books. Duke, sitting here, was more like an extension of that magic knowledge, except that he happened to be on the spire that symbolized supreme knowledge.
Different from the arrogance and defiance of other kings, Duke is now filled with a majesty that symbolizes a mysterious power.
He was motionless, like a statue, with a deep gaze that transcended time and space, watching every corner of the Mage Tower.
The Heroic Knights guarding the gate entrance...
The heroic spirit attendants were ready to welcome the guests in the vaulted hall that towered like the sky...
The chaste saint awaits her enemies at the end of the arcade...
The librarian who is on guard in the library...
The depths of Duke's eyes were like an eternal well that constantly produced magic power, or like an endless sea that could condense into terrifying whirlpools. The spiral fluctuations of magic power made him even more mysterious.
Under the throne, several beings of different forms expressed their respect in their own ways:
Executus, the fire demon manager from Molten Core, placed his right paw on his left chest and bowed slightly.
Opposite it, Sapphiron, the frost elemental dragon who had just been redeemed by Duke from Naxxramas, lowered his noble head.
The dark witch Farina, who exuded a shadowy aura, wore a white gauze evening dress. It seemed that she didn't want to give Duke a bad impression. This dress was quite conservative, with a high neckline, and there was no hollowing or exposure on the chest and back. She stood there in the most ms.like posture.
If it was before, she might have had some extra thoughts, but since the person standing opposite her appeared, she had no thoughts at all.
right!
That person is well-known to everyone in the human world!
The former Archbishop of Holy Light - Alonsus Faol!
If there was a choice, Duke would not want to disturb the rest of this great saint. But Duke had to do this, because with only Shadow and no Holy Elementalist, he would most likely be doomed.
Originally, Alonsus could not rest in peace. During the Scourge invasion, a plague infected the land of Lordaeron. From the tomb of Alonsus Faol, a mindless zombie was born. This was just an accident at first, and even the Scourge generals did not realize that there was such a guy among the Scourge members...
However, over time, Alonsus's own will was revived, and he went into hiding, searching for survivors in Lordaeron. Calia Menethil, the last living member of the royal family of Lordaeron, was found and protected by Faol. He also founded a secret cult to observe the war in Azeroth, and even recruited members from the Forsaken.
For a long time, Calia and Faol hid in Lordaeron until Velen, who was one of the three eredar masters along with Kil'jaeden and Archimonde but refused to be corrupted by Sargeras, came to Azeroth.
The two Holy Light leaders hit it off immediately. They formed a secret alliance and made preparations behind the scenes for the future battle between light and darkness.
In this life, Lordaeron was liberated, and the tomb of Alonsus, which Duke had always been careful to protect, was not destroyed, so Duke was able to summon the soul of Alonsus.
"Where there is shadow there must be light, otherwise there will only be gradual sinking and degradation. I hope you can continue to guide me and continue to fight for the future of Azeroth." When Duke made this request, Alonsus Faol agreed without hesitation to become Duke's Holy Light Elemental Messenger.
At this moment, looking at the Archbishop of Holy Light standing opposite her, smiling gently and kindly, and looking like a 25-year-old, Farina felt like she was being bullied. She had a premonition that if she dared to mess around, her life would definitely be difficult in the future.
Possessing the most top-level holy soul, Alonsus's talent is absolutely unquestionable, but there are too many beings with shadow souls. Alonsus cannot be replaced, but Farina can be replaced at any time!
Farina felt like crying.
The one who attacked Alonsus was Thaddeus, the redemption knight who had returned to his paladin form. No longer appearing as a monster, his soul looked like a paladin, except that the lightning that lingered around him, instead of crackling, told the others that he was a natural thunder knight.
Before he knew it, Duke had gathered five elemental messengers.
But everyone knows that there is at least one missing.
As a priest, Holy and Shadow are a must.
Similarly, as a mage, I have fire and frost, and the rest is arcane!
A special soul that can carry powerful arcane magic and use arcane energy as life is not something that can be found easily.
For a while, Farina wondered maliciously whether Rhonin's disappearance was fake and Duke had actually killed Rhonin and used him as an elemental messenger.
Fortunately, the black witch didn't dare to say this idea out loud, otherwise Duke would have definitely whipped her and used candles to punish her severely.
Fortunately, Duke possessed such a powerful arcane soul almost at the beginning of his rise to fame.
The door to the hall flew open with a bang.
Under the watchful eyes of the twelve heroic warriors guarding the door, a great soul wizard slowly walked in.
Walking on the bright red carpet, his appearance was not heroic, but he had a scholarly air.
He wore a Mind Union Headdress that looked a bit like a hood, and wore a dark blue background with a complex Edward's Will that was very elven-style. In his left hand he held the Orb of Endless Possibilities that looked like a red prismatic crystal, and in his right hand he held the Nathrezim Mind Blade that looked like a cluster of flames. Behind him was a fiery red Mystic Ruby Cloak that fluttered in the wind, and the Ring of Cold Storms on his finger was shining.
This gorgeous mage equipment is not inferior to the main force of the Alliance Heroes Group.
In the original history, he would be the one who shines brightly.
Unfortunately, in this life, he was unlucky and was killed by Sargeras early on.
But it doesn't matter. After working diligently for Duke in managing Karazhan for more than 20 years, he finally stepped onto the glorious stage of Azeroth again.
right!
His name is - Khadgar!