Ten years ago, when Anastrian left Lordaeron with the defeated remnants of the Forgotten, there were no flying battleships.
The Alliance Air Force was dominated by Griffins.
Therefore, the location of the new Undercity was chosen in the disgusting terrain of the Frost Whisper Canyon.
By land, it was normal to first pass through Timbermaw Fortress, have a friendly exchange with the ferocious Timbermaw Bear, and then follow the smoothest road under the valley, all the way east, bypassing Perpetual Moon Town, playing games with the Frozen Chimaera on the way, playing games with an army of blue dragons, and then being beaten half to death by wandering Yetis before finally arriving at the Frost Whisper Canyon, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
In Winterspring, where the terrain was dozens of degrees below zero and the terrain was complex, tanks, vehicles, and cannons were not useful.
If you want to come in, use infantry to kill people.
It should have been like this.
Unfortunately, the emergence of the flying battleship broke all the old military common sense.
The Alliance Army didn't need to specifically go to Timbermaw Fortress.
I flew directly over the mountains from Azshara.
Originally, flying a spacecraft in the mountains was also a considerable risk, because the closer to the mountains, the more wind passed through the mountains or canyons, and then the turbulence formed, it was easy for the spacecraft to lose control and crash.
However, the Alliance had Queen Sylvanas!
As a demigod of wind, Cirvanas might not be able to summon a gale and double the speed of the entire fleet, but if she were to sense the direction and speed of the wind, she would be able to give the fleet the most accurate direction. That would be an easy task.
After Sal led the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan on the transport ship, just four hours later, the Alliance Army fleet had arrived over the Frost Whisper Canyon.
The cold wind was whistling, and the chill was like a knife scraping his face.
Riding on a wyvern, Sal was deep in thought. He felt as if he had returned to more than a decade ago, when he found his lost Frostwolf Clan compatriots in the hidden valley of the Alterac Mountains.
Very easily, Sal took Wojin and his guards and found the spaceship where Cirvanas was.
It was the largest battleship in the fleet.
It was not a standard battleship of the Alliance, but a gift from Duque to his lover. The decorations of this ship alone cost ten times the cost of an ordinary battleship.
Her beauty was almost dazzling, which was a typical elven style.
Although the Blood Elves were born from the High Elves, they were still of the same lineage.
The ship's golden paint was mostly made up of fiery red hollow metal fittings. The huge propellers were covered by flying wing-shaped decorations. From afar, it looked like a pair of dragon eagle wings. It was as flashy as it could get.
Even if they were three or five kilometers away, they would definitely recognize him.
The Alliance had already played around with the flying battleships, but the Horde's flying battleships had only just begun. In fact, the Horde already had a few flying battleships, but they were obsolete models that the Alliance no longer wanted.
The tribe owed the Alliance a huge debt that they couldn't pay. Only the Rusty Water Conglomerate bought it for imitation.
The results of the imitation weren't good. Due to the lack of an industrial foundation, many of the parts could only be polished by the gnome craftsmen.
Gnomes were known to be sloppy in both inventing and working. It looked like the same thing, but it was completely different when used.
Several tests of flying into the air ended in failure, and three imitations of the flying battleships crashed.
It didn't matter if he couldn't imitate it.
This group of brain-dead gnomes also courted death. They forcibly repaired a good ship and turned it into a broken ship. When Wo Jin shamelessly asked the gnome craftsmen to repair it and found the problem and reported it to Wo Jin, the gnomes refused to admit it, which made Wo Jin angry.
As a result, the only usable flying battleship in the entire tribe was left in Orgrimmar.
The gnomes were not without contributions. At least, they made the gnome airship. That thing was an improved version of the gnome's hot air balloon from more than 20 years ago. Although the failure rate of each flight was constant at 100% and the crash rate was 20%, after Sal limited the flying height of the gnome airship to not exceed 20 meters from the ground, there were not many deaths. For the time being, it met the needs of long-distance flight.
However, it was infuriating to compare with others!
Why were the gnomes of the Alliance so much more reliable than the gnomes of the Horde?
While he was a little confused, Sal and his party flew to Queen Sylvia's flagship, [Windrunner].
In a sense, the Windrunner was a combination of a spaceship and a gunship.
Unlike the existing flying battleships of the Alliance, the entire upper deck of the Windrunner was empty. The front half was a flat flight deck with six sloping entrances towards the stern for birds to enter and exit. The back half was a landing area. In addition to the normal landing area, there were several huge fishnet-like things that could be bounced up. The inspiration came from the grappling rope that an aircraft carrier used to quickly stop an aircraft.
The middle deck was also a medium cannon with a firing range of only 180 degrees and a hemispherical cover that surrounded the entire ship. Those covers were actually magic cannons. Compared with the kinetic cannons that used gunpowder, the magic cannons were not weaker. Unfortunately, because of the elemental dissipation, the range of the magic cannons was shorter. In contrast, the magic cannons did not have much recoil.
Only under the ship were a few triple 283mm kinetic cannons, which were of pod design.
Looking at the new equipment of the Alliance, Sal could only feel envy in his heart. The difference was too great, he could not even be jealous.
The wyvern flapped its wings and landed on the flight deck. Thrall jumped down and saw a familiar elven general, Hadurun Brightwing.
"Her Majesty the Queen is waiting for you on the bridge. Please come with me. "
"Okay." Sal said, and Dworkin and the guards followed.
Perhaps it was considering that every flagship needed to carry out multi-racial joint operations. The door where the bridge was located was quite large, three and a half meters high, and ordinary taurens could easily enter.
Opening the door, Sal quickly saw two elves, surrounding a three-dimensional topographic map and pointing.
"Sal, we need detailed information about the new Undercity, the more detailed, the better. Duque sent a big guy, if we are lucky, this thing can save us thousands of lives. "
Sal and Dworkin looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
After the Undercity was blown up, the Forsaken fell into a state of madness. The new Undercity's defense was even more fierce. The underground passages were curved, and no matter how many people were killed, it would not be enough to attack.
However, traitors must pay the price, otherwise, anyone could betray in the future.
It was because the tribe had to severely punish traitors and did not want to pay the price of too many elites, that there was room for the Alliance to intervene.
Dworkin stepped forward, "The core area of the new Undercity is located 300 feet below the Frostwhisper Canyon …"
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