Giant ships, cannons, countless men's dreams.
Sal and the tribal warriors looked up at the sky. At first, they thought it was another flying ship like the Sky Breaker.
Obviously, they were wrong.
It was flying, yes, but it was not a giant ship, but a huge fortress.
No one would forget the terrible figure that once wreaked havoc in the main cities of the major races. In the eyes of many ignorant tribal people, it was almost a scourge.
It was boundless, floating in the sky, and there was no way to fight it. Every person could only hide in the main city with the strongest defense, trembling, listening to the terrible wail of death lingering in the sky, waiting for the judgment of extinction to come.
Cannons couldn't hit, magic couldn't reach, and the two-footed flying dragons that were sent out would only be brutally wiped out by gargoyles more than ten times their number.
Every tribal warrior still clearly remembered the humiliating days when they could only be beaten in pain and unable to fight back.
Now … what was this?
Directly south of Cenarion Fortress, Naxxramas slowly descended from the sky. It swooped down violently, sweeping away large swathes of clouds, and stood between the allied forces and the swarm of insects in an extremely domineering manner. It easily blocked the insects flying from the south.
Above Naxxramas in the sky, there was still the terrible giant skull relief. But the shape was a bit like a roly-poly doll, with a square bottom and a conical top composed of four edges. The four corners of the fortress fluttered in the wind with the Alliance's blue background and golden border lion flags.
Even though Naxxramas looked much more dilapidated than before, there was a very obvious big hole facing the north. This should be what the Alliance said in the report to the tribe, that it was blown up by the floating city Dalajan.
Even so, Naxxramas was still a daunting fortress.
Soon, the fortress opened fire.
As soon as they arrived, they unleashed a barrage of bullets. Many of the insects were badly mutilated, and their broken bodies and limbs fell from the sky.
"Huh?" Sal frowned immediately.
"Great Chief, you also noticed?" Wokin said.
"Yes! Naxxramas' firepower is much weaker than I remember. "As soon as Sal finished speaking, he found that Jaina had come.
"That's because after the Alliance seized Naxxramas, they discovered that many of the Shadow Magic Towers couldn't be used." Jaina's crisp and slightly intellectual voice was pleasant to the ear no matter the time.
Sal did not know that because of Du Ze's appearance, 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 member of the assault team, appear in front of him so calmly, how could Saar not know the outcome? Still, he asked in disbelief, "Did the Alliance really take over Naxxramas?"
Jaina nodded. "Yes, the evil soul of the Great Lich Kel 'Thuzad has been completely purified. From today onwards, the former Scourge Stronghold, Naxxramas, belongs to the Alliance. "
Sal and other tribal chiefs have an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
Once upon a time, they thought that by going west to Kalimdor, they could get rid of the Alliance's control. As long as they could gain a foothold in this slightly barren land, they might be able to compete with the Alliance across the sea.
If the establishment of Theramore was a nail in the hinterland of the Tribe, and the Night Elves joining the Alliance was to further suppress the expansion space of the Tribe, then this floating stronghold was obviously the scythe of death hanging over the Tribe's head.
Since the Scourge Army could use Naxxramas to hang the major cities of the Tribe, the Alliance could do the same. No, it could even be more than that.
When the city of Durotar was first built, the Tribe was very excited. At that time, the Tribe's territory was also small. Who would have thought that Duque's arrangements were so far-reaching, attacking the new main city of the Orcs from the south and north?
It was not obvious at first, but as the Tribe continued to expand their settlements throughout the continent in order to compete for resources, they found that there was a noose around the Tribe's neck, slowly strangling the Tribe to death!
The Alliance did not take the initiative to attack the Tribe. After all, it was the insects that were slaughtering the people of the Tribe. On the contrary, the Alliance still appeared in front of the Tribe as allies and saviors.
"Oh! Next, it's up to the Alliance. "Sal answered and sighed.
In fact, the situation of the Tribe could be described in one sentence — people who do not think far ahead will have immediate worries!
If they did not deal with the raging insects, there was no threat to the Alliance at all.
In mid-air, the huge floating stronghold suddenly seemed to disassemble itself, and several huge decorations on the outer wall fell from the air.
"That is …" Sal murmured.
Jaina laughed. "How could the Alliance want that kind of decoration again?"
At this time, everyone saw clearly that it was Naxxramas who threw down the large skull relief sculpture that was the size of ten football fields from the outer wall of the upper half of the stronghold.
Yes, the Alliance was not pirates, nor was it the Scourge Army.
This kind of decoration that was meant to scare people, the Alliance would definitely not use it.
The huge stone sculpture smashed down from a thousand meters high, and immediately there was a tremor in the mountains.
Of course, the effect was also obvious. The stone sculpture that was thirty meters thick came crashing down, and in the eyes of the insects, the scene was like the sky falling down. The huge and seemingly endless shadow pressed down, and the insects in the middle had no place to hide and were crushed into meat sauce on the spot.
"Splat –" The insect slurry that splashed out from the cracks of the broken stone sculpture was a full ten stories high.
On the stronghold two thousand meters away, almost every Alliance soldier who witnessed this scene could not help but grit their teeth. Immediately, they let out the most enthusiastic cheers.
"Hahahaha!"
"Good! Kill those brainless insects! "
"Long live the Alliance!"
Under the watchful eyes of the 100,000 Alliance soldiers on duty, Naxxramas moved again, slowly flying to the southeast of Cenarion Stronghold. The two strongholds, one on the ground and one in the air, formed a triangle with each other.
Naxxramas descended. Because the speed of its descent was very slow, even when it landed on the ground, it did not cause much shaking. It only flattened several large sand dunes.
On the side facing the railway, the stronghold opened a super gate that was at least twenty stories high, and a ramp that was thirty degrees from the ground descended.
Jaina laughed. "The Alliance is going to arm the entire Naxxramas stronghold as a mobile base to advance the front line. Now, on behalf of the Alliance Commander Duke Marcus, I officially request the Horde to send about two clans of troops as the garrison of the stronghold. "
After that, Jaina showed Sal an official document written in both Orc and human common language, stamped with the seal of the Alliance Command.
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