On the other side, Blaumeux's soul was nestled in the arms of Zeliek's soul. The two of them seemed to be cowering a little.
It was Zeliek who spoke first, "Sorry, Your Majesty Kalia, I screwed up."
"It's not your fault!" There were tears in the corners of Kalia's eyes. She used her slender fingers to gently wipe away the tears, and then revealed a smile that still looked like she was crying. "It's because we're too backward. If we could also master the technique of flying in the air earlier, then we wouldn't have to be beaten up like you guys. If anyone is at fault, it should be me, as the queen, who is the first to be at fault! "
Taking the initiative to take responsibility in this era of showing royal power and informing the people with an unbreakable hierarchy sounded more like a fantasy.
For a moment, the couple was stunned.
Queen Sylvie also came up, "Blaumeux, you did a good job. If you hadn't helped guard the Salas Trail for so long, perhaps the people of New Silvermoon would have starved. Also … I still owe you a wedding gift … "
Aurelia stepped forward. She didn't know if she could hug a soul. She looked at Duque and saw Duque smiling and nodding. Then, she hugged him directly.
The feeling of being hugged by a living being, which was like a corporeal spiritual body, was incomparably mysterious and strange.
After a moment of shock, tears of the soul fell from the corners of Blaumeux's eyes.
The sighs and greetings lasted for a full five minutes. Then, all the existences turned their eyes to Duque.
The question was – was this considered redemption?
Duque cleared his throat, "In fact, in this world, souls can stay in the mortal world forever. Perhaps in the form of a vengeful spirit, or … a Heroic Spirit! "
Heroic Spirit!?
This word made all the living people's hearts palpitate.
The dead were already gone. Crossing the boundary between life and death was not accepted by the mainstream view. For example, the Forgotten … then becoming a Heroic Spirit was the best choice.
"Heroic Spirit! It is not unrestrained. Heroic Spirits are similar to vengeful spirits. They also need a cornerstone-like attachment. In my opinion, the best choice for the three of you is to become the guardian spirit of this flying fortress that is about to be occupied by the Alliance – Naxxramas! "
Guardian spirit!?
The three souls became excited at the same time. It was as if their hearts, which had stopped beating a long time ago, were jumping with joy at this moment.
With just a few words from Duque, the three souls suddenly found the meaning of continuing to exist in this world.
As the former leaders of Naxxramas, of course they knew how powerful this flying fortress was. It was as if they could already see the gigantic fortress guarding the cursed land, resonating with the Watchtower from top to bottom, forming a terrifying three-dimensional defense system.
No matter how many terrifying demons poured out of the Dark Portal, they would only die in front of this terrifying defensive formation that resembled the Wall of Sighs.
"We are willing!" the three souls said in unison.
Duque nodded and turned to everyone. "Alright, let's get ready for the final battle. As long as we take care of Kel 'Thuzad and Sapphiron, this great floating fortress will become the guardian of the Alliance and even the entire Azeroth! "
While Duque was cleaning up Naxxramas, fierce battles also broke out in various parts of Silithus.
In the Temple of Ahn 'Qiraj, the Scourge Army that had been thrown down by Duque was making a final struggle. They guarded every corner of the temple ruins, and even the more powerful high-grade Death Knights tried to gather their companions and break out.
In the Cenarion Fortress in the north of Silithus, facing the insects that rushed out of the Pillar of Swarm, the Alliance directly used a terrifying barrage to deal with the overwhelming insects.
"Don't think about it, fire all the [Three Style Bombs]! For this day, Lord Marcus has prepared at least 500,000 [Three Style Bombs]. Don't worry about the cannonballs. Worry about whether you have the life to fire all the cannonballs first. "The Alliance's artillery commanders loudly scolded the artillerymen below.
Duque had guided the Iron Furnace Fort to improve the technology for 20 years, and now the cannon produced by the Iron Furnace Fort rarely exploded. The production line, coupled with the strict limit on the number of times the cannon could be fired, almost eliminated the incidents of casualties caused by the artillery exploding.
And the [Three Style Bombs III], which could split into hundreds of small metal warheads in the air, were in a sense not the old-fashioned shotgun, but something close to a cluster bomb. The shotgun directly exploded in the cannon chamber, which was extremely damaging to the cannon barrel. The latest type three style bombs used a two-stage delayed ignition and detonation system.
Only when the cannonball flew out of the cannon barrel for about two seconds would the second stage be ignited, detonating the small warheads in the cannonball and exploding.
At first glance, it was even more dazzling than fireworks.
The shotgun, whose purpose was to kill in an area, was, of course, useless against the thick-skinned big guys like the Heaven Breaker.
But for the relatively slender, large-sized flying insects that did not have real hard armor, it was simply a nightmare.
As long as a stray bullet or even a single piece grazed a limb, there would immediately be a hole slightly larger than the mouth of a bowl.
Flesh and blood, limbs flying everywhere, all of these were not enough to describe the savagery of the type three style bombs.
That scene, it was as if after one shot, in a sphere with a diameter of 100 meters, not even a blade of grass would grow. All the flying insects would explode, turning into scattered limbs and parts that fell from the sky like rain.
After a round of artillery fire, what fell from the sky was not just hundreds, but thousands of insects.
In order to avoid accidental damage or even accidental killing by artillery fire, the coalition forces did not send out air forces. At a distance of 200 to 500 meters, it was within the range of the Cenarion Circle's treants, as well as the coalition's temporary military magic tower and elven archers.
Closer, there were dwarven gunners, humans, and troll spear throwers to deal with them.
On land, the swarming insects could be said to be overwhelming.
Unfortunately, in front of the continuous array of cannons, it was more like sending food.
Ground attacks were not as complicated as air attacks. The dwarves and gnome cannoneers could pull out their large-caliber heavy cannons at will.
For long-range attacks, there were new cannons. For closer attacks, there were new [Small Steel Cannons] and dwarven mortars.
Slightly closer, there were steam tanks and fire-breathing tanks blocking in front of them.
This scene made Sal's eyelids twitch, and he could not help but think to himself, If the tribes were to fight, I really don't know how many tribal warriors would have to be sacrificed to win.
The impact of this three-dimensional war concept made Sal's mouth full of bitterness.
Twenty-one years ago, his ancestors used muscle and barbaric weapons to conquer almost half of the Alliance. Twenty-one years later, although he had worked hard to catch up and had stolen a large number of things from the goblins that were black technology for the orcs, he was shocked to find that the gap between the tribes and the Alliance had not only not narrowed, but had even widened.
If there were no such things as magic, the Alliance could flatten the entire tribe with artillery alone. Orcs, trolls, and taurens could not even find a place to stay in front of the Alliance.
Just as Sal's thoughts were a little scattered, an accident happened on the battlefield.
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