These days, the Alliance held meetings almost every day.
Everyone was glad that Duque had left most of the strong people in the Hero Group behind at the critical moment, but they were also worried about Naxxramas' shameless tactics.
Obviously, what Duque said before he left should be correct: Arthas, who had become the Lich King, had not yet awakened. If an enemy came, it would at most be Arthas's adjutant, Kel 'Thuzad.
The problem was that Kel 'Thuzad was also very disgusting!
If the Lich King was excluded, the Alliance and the Scourge Army would set up a battle formation, and the Alliance's millions of troops would definitely beat the Scourge Army to pieces.
But Naxxramas was leading the Alliance's main force in circles. If they didn't care about it, it would create a thousand-mile Undead Paradise.
Who cared? Naxxramas flew at a speed of thirty to forty kilometers per hour.
It flew in a straight line in the sky and broke its legs on the ground.
Even the strongest cavalry, one man and three horses, couldn't follow Naxxramas and run five to six hundred kilometers a day.
Fortunately, the Alliance had enough griffins now. Twenty years ago, they had fully trained them, which was why they had the huge scale of more than three thousand adult griffins. If it was the second battle at the Dark Portal, including the old and the young, the griffins that could fight were only a thousand.
The Gryphon Legion was thoroughly exhausted.
Apart from Onyxia and the dozen or so pure-blooded Firehawks, no air force could withstand it.
All kinds of plans, regardless of whether they were feasible or not, were put on the table.
In the end, there were two more reliable ones: one was to build a large number of dwarven airships, load them with a large number of explosives, and crash into Naxxramas when they self-destructed; the other was to build a super floating mothership that could rival Naxxramas.
Of course, no matter which plan it was, it couldn't be done on the spot. Even if the Gnome Master Craftsman Gerbin had an IQ of 300, it couldn't be like some shameless transmigrator who could directly turn a blueprint into a blueprint.
This was because in industrial machinery, the role of almost every gear and every transmission bearing needed to be constantly tested and debugged in practice to produce a relatively perfect set of machinery.
The ready-made airships were all rubbish with a big balloon hanging on it. A single Gargoyle could make the whole ship full of people fly in the air. There was still a long way to go to make an airship that could fly in the sky with just a propeller.
In the end, the Alliance had no choice but to divide their forces.
In the north, in the Sin 'dorei Kingdom, the famous Troll Killer Aurelia was leading Lor' thema and the other Blood Elves, as well as some Radiant Moon Mages, to suppress the uprising of the Amani Trolls.
The various kingdoms evacuated their citizens as much as possible, gathering them in the main cities with stronger defenses.
On the southern front, Varian and the other two would lead the Stormwind army to deal with the Trolls who worshipped the Evil God Hakkar in Zul 'gurub.
The rest of the powerhouses chased after Naxxramas, while the elite troops played regional defense. Whichever kingdom they went to, the troops of that kingdom would surround and intercept Naxxramas's undead troops.
As for the tribes in the Kalimdor continent that were beaten like dogs, none of the Eastern Kingdoms had the time to care about them.
In Kalimdor, Saar was also badly battered. South of the crossroads in the Barrenlands, all the newly built villages of the Tribes had been destroyed by the flying insects. The death toll was close to twenty thousand. More than forty thousand Orcs and twenty thousand Taurens had lost their homes.
This was because the tribe's territory was relatively barren and sparsely populated.
Saar didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the insects of Silithus attacked Durotar.
The only fortunate thing was that the Night Elves and Queen Proudmoore of Theramore responded to the tribe's request for help and promised to send reinforcements as soon as possible.
The army needed time to assemble, and the southernmost territory of the Night Elves, Grey Valley, was more than 2000 kilometers away from Silithus. It was impossible to send the main force. The only ones who could come were the sentinels of the Feathermoon Stronghold stationed on Sardo Island in the southwest of the Kalimdor continent.
But no one expected that on the 5th of February, the Undead Floating Fortress Naxxramas, which had disappeared from the Eastern Kingdoms, would attack the Trolls' territory, Darkspear Island, in the middle of the night.
On the 7th of February, they attacked the Horde's main city, Ogrimma.
On the 10th of February, they attacked the Tauren's main city, Thunder Cliff.
Because the Horde seriously lacked long-range attacks. The destruction and casualties caused by Naxxramas to the Horde were at least three times that of the Alliance.
More than fifty thousand soldiers and civilians of the Horde died in battle. The vitality that they had recovered after crossing the Kalimdor continent could be said to have been swept away once again.
On the 11th of February, after almost sweeping Thunder Cliff, Naxxramas turned around and seemed to be ready to attack Ogrimma again.
Sal, who was almost forced to a dead end, finally officially announced that he would accept the Forsaken into the Horde and continue to provide support for the Horde's mage corps. When Anastrian led the former members of the Silver Moon Council to repel the attack of Naxxramas in Ogrimma, the Orcs burst into thunderous cheers.
Unfortunately, Sal couldn't laugh.
This was because the Deputy Commander of the Alliance, Turalyon, who now had full authority over the Alliance's military, sent a diplomatic note, announcing that the Alliance reserved the right to investigate the Forsaken leader, Anastrian Sunstrider, for defecting to the Scourge Army, betraying Cuel Salas, and creating a large number of crimes against the living.
The relationship between the Alliance and the Horde suddenly fell to a freezing point. The Night Elves and Theramore's reinforcements all stopped. In fact, it became the Horde alone against the swarm from Silithus.
They didn't know what was wrong with those insects, but they only attacked the Horde and did not touch the Alliance's Feathermoon Stronghold and Theramore.
This was obviously to drive a wedge between the Alliance and the Horde.
In Lordaeron City, after hearing the battle report, Turalyon was silent for a long time.
In this magic version of the online conference, Turalyon sighed as he looked at the Alliance's big shots in the magic mirror. "Basically, I can confirm that this is the work of Kil 'jaeden the swindler. Only he can link up with so many terrifying forces to attack the Alliance and the Horde together. "
"Is there any way to solve this?" Queen Jaina asked.
Turalyon shook his head. "Please forgive me for being slow, but I can't think of any good ideas."
Tyrande also sighed. "Can we only wait for Duque to deal with Nefarian and come out?"
"Since none of us have any good ideas, it seems that … it seems that this is the only way." The big shots of the Alliance fell into the deepest silence.
Duque, who everyone had high hopes for, was having a headache. Of course, he knew that the outside world was probably in chaos, but he didn't think that Nefarian, the scientific geek, would be so shameless …
Duque looked up and shouted, "Which bastard suggested that Nefarian turn Blackwing's Nest into a labyrinth!?"
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