The Dalajan could also fly, but the Dalajan was the capital of a country. It wouldn't be good if it was damaged on the frontlines. If the mage towers in the outer perimeter were to be destroyed, the novice mage training institute in the center would be damaged. Forget about whether Luo Ning, who had died somewhere, would be furious when he returned, Duke would definitely be heartbroken.
Right now, Dalaran was his backyard and a training ground for talents!
So whether it was attacking or defending, Naxxramas had to go first.
As the strongest offensive fortress in the Alliance, if it didn't have tens of thousands of cannons, how could it satisfy the vanity of Duke who was a proponent of cannons and ships?
But it wasn't easy to rebuild the flying stronghold.
If there was anyone to blame, it was Duque's fault for tormenting Naxxramas too thoroughly.
First, he let the Dalajan give it a shot, then it fell from the sky into Ahn 'Qiraj, where the bugs almost tore it apart.
In the end, Duque gave up a few areas in order to clean it up.
Naxxramas was now empty inside. Many places were hollow, and who knew how long it would take to rebuild.
But the Alliance didn't have the time to do this.
Duque could only use the system to calculate the balance and install cannons on the stronghold first.
Balance was very important.
Whether it was a ship or a plane, it had to be calculated before departure, otherwise it would overturn …
With the plague area almost completely destroyed, the weight of the cannons was a huge project. Fortunately, Duque had the system elf to help him calculate.
It took a full three days for the dwarven craftsmen to work overtime, almost without sleep, to help Naxxramas install about 2000 cannons and prepare about 50,000 tons of shells.
Although 50,000 tons was a lot, before industrialization, the dwarven things were all thick and hard. It wasn't much to use.
But …
"It's enough for now," Duque concluded.
In the command hall of Naxxramas, there was a sudden uproar.
"When do we attack?" The one who asked was Lord Roar Grom.
For the brave orcs, they had only been defending and not attacking for a while.
Moreover, the few huge bug nests in the Silithus region were the biggest scourge. As long as the worm nest was not destroyed, the worm queen inside would be able to continuously produce a large number of large worms and cause trouble everywhere.
These destructive bugs, or bugmen, were absolutely terrifying. They didn't mind meat or vegetables, and anything that could be called a living creature could be their food.
The vultures in the sky, the scorpions and snakes in the desert, and even the cacti could be their prey. Just like that, the queen of the swarm unscrupulously replenished her nutrients, and then gave birth to four-digit eggs every day. In less than ten days, a new batch of giant insects would emerge from their cocoons and continue to wreak havoc everywhere.
Therefore, destroying the hive was imperative.
Faced with Master Howl's question, Duque pondered for a moment and said, "The day after tomorrow! I'll greet the dragons first! "
Duque didn't notice, or perhaps Duque intentionally or unintentionally saw a pair of eyes filled with hatred because of the words "the day after tomorrow."
Compared to the tribes whose homes had been destroyed, there was a leader of the Alliance who hated these worms even more. But ever since he arrived at Cenarion Fortress, nothing was up to him.
Yes! He was Fandral Staghelm!
Having lost his son, he was eager to attack the swarm, but Tyrande held him down tightly, forbidding him and his elite druid troops from leaving the fortress to attack before the main force returned.
In the end, he even hated Duque.
Now that Duque was attacking from the rear in order to reorganize, it made him grit his teeth even more.
But Duque ignored him. He let Magni discuss the deployment of troops with Thrall, while he used the compass to find Alexstrasza.
"Yo! Your Highness, are you worried about the big trash in the Void? "
"The remains of the Burning Legion's warships."
The Red Dragon Queen's eyes lit up in the magic mirror.
The continuous battle in the Void had caused great losses to both sides. The dragon's dead had their companions collect their corpses and send them back to Dragonbone Waste to be buried, but the large number of space warships used by demons became a headache.
If it was the corpses of demons, the dragons could use their powerful bodies to ram through them, but the harder and larger wreckages could not.
And as the number of wreckages increased, the dragons' ability to find enemies decreased.
Alexstrasza's interest was piqued when Duque suddenly mentioned the big trash.
"Hehe, what good suggestion do you have? Let's hear it …"
No one knew what Duque discussed with the queen.
Anyway, the day of the army's deployment was fast approaching.
Door of Darkness 22, 18th March, 8am.
Uncharacteristically, Duque wasn't in charge of the Alliance's main attack this time.
The commander-in-chief was Magni, the cannon maniac, while Thrall and Tyrande were in charge.
Outsiders might not understand, but those familiar with the Alliance knew that under Duque's guidance, the Alliance had long since abandoned the medieval style of warfare. Now, as long as the conditions allowed it, they would use their cannons to bombard everything that could move within their field of vision.
No, today was a little more special.
Standing on the platform that Naxxramas had specially opened up, looking down at the ground three thousand meters above the ground, it was a strange feeling. This height had long surpassed the height that flying insects could climb.
What was a beating up? This was a beating up!
Thrall's eyes narrowed. He could already see the outcome of this battle.
This was like using cannons to fight primitive people. It was just that unreasonable.
"Alright! Your Excellency Tyrande Whisperwind, since Duque has left the opening to you, my little fellows and I will watch the show first. "Magni gave up the main position.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Bronzebeard." Tyrande didn't stand on ceremony and stood in the middle.
Time was up!
Tyrande raised her head slightly. Her clear eyes seemed to emit two sharp rays of divine light. It pierced through space, through the clouds, and looked straight into space.
A second later, Tyrande's long green hair suddenly started to flutter even though there was no wind.
She only wore a golden bracelet, and her well-developed arms were raised high, revealing the beautiful lines of her muscles. She focused all of her attention, as if she was searching for something and guiding something.
She shone brightly, and under Elune's divine power, the clear sky suddenly darkened. The sun and clouds seemed to have disappeared, and everyone could suddenly see the stars in the sky.
Above the atmosphere, a void battleship that had been broken for who knew how many years was being pulled by several ancient dragons was changing its orbit, falling from the planet's synchronous orbit into the designated route.
Soon, in the pitch-black void, a long line of fire lit up the entire defense area of the dragon aspect.
Even in the midst of patrolling, the soaring dragons still turned their necks to look at that bright red.
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