In the sky, griffins from the Eagle's Nest Mountain patrolled day and night.
On the ground, the Watchtower Army, the Scarlet Cross Legion, the Storm Griffin Division, the Steel Stove Fort Tank Army, and 300,000 other Alliance elites were guarding the place.
In the distance, to reduce the pressure on supplies, the Rotterdam Kingdom's militia had begun to retreat to Stratholme. The rest of the average Alliance army, under the leadership of generals such as Abbendis and Gavinrad, were clearing the remaining Undead in the Tirisfal Woodlands.
In the south, there were hundreds of warships.
Under the water, there were the Murloc General Mogor and the Naga General Wa, leading the 50,000 Murlocs and Naga Army.
There was no door to heaven and no road to hell.
The entire Gloom City was tightly surrounded.
When Sun King Anastrian knew that the entire Undercity was surrounded like an iron bucket, he was in despair.
He couldn't even defeat the Alliance's mages if he fought them head-on.
If he couldn't even defeat his only advantage, there was no need to talk about the others.
He had indeed organized the destruction of those strange and shocking pile drivers time and time again. Unfortunately, the strange "liquid rock" used by the Alliance was soft at first, but soon became extremely hard. Even the Crypt Fiends, who were good at digging holes, couldn't easily break through three to four feet of rock.
Usually, when his troops broke through to the ground, what awaited them was a circle of Holy Knights, sharp elven arrows, and countless cannons.
If it was at night, there would be flares as bright as day.
It was already March, and the Alliance's siege did not relax at all. It was like a noose, strangling the necks of the Forsaken. Even if they didn't need to breathe, they felt that their rotten heads would be twisted off at any time.
Anastrian was in despair.
His desire for power made him rebel against Arthas when the Lich King was weak. Now, he and the Forsaken betrayed the Burning Legion and the Scourge Army at the same time, but the Alliance accurately seized the opportunity of their internal strife and attacked them fiercely.
If it was too early, before he rebelled, Arthas would more or less support him.
If it was too late, he would be able to completely subdue the 10 million Undead.
Unlike now where the Undead Army had just gotten rid of the Lich who had chosen to pledge loyalty to the Lich King, the Alliance Army had arrived. The Undead Army had no combat strength at all and were directly destroyed and purified.
The former Sun King once again felt the terror of Duque.
Even if the former commander of the Alliance announced his retirement, the plan he left behind was still displaying a terrifying effect.
In fact, Anastrian was overthinking things.
Duke had never told anyone that the guild he was in before he transmigrated was called [Punching Undercity, Stepping on Thunder Cliff]! Of course, on the battlefield of Atlantis Mountain, the Horde guild that was the fiercest against him was [Make All Alliance Girls Pregnant with Horde Children].
As the destroyer of history, Duke simply could not tolerate the continued existence of the Forgotten Ones in the Rotterdam Kingdom and Quel 'Thalas at the moment when the Rotterdam Kingdom and Quel' Thalas were being protected.
In Duque's eyes, Ner 'zhul's betrayal was inevitable. If Anastrian jumped out as well, it would be even better. Hence, after winning against the Archerons, the Alliance had prepared two siege plans. Now, they were lucky enough to use the perfect one.
As long as the Undercity was torn down, Duque firmly believed that the Alliance would manage the entire Eastern Kingdom like an iron plate, and anyone who came would have to fight until their teeth were broken.
On the 1st of April, the outer city of the Undercity, which was originally only one-third the size of the original history, had all fallen. The Alliance's frontline positions in the North, South, East, and West all had a powerful Paladin and Radiant Moon Mage in charge. The Forgotten Ones relied purely on a circular underground river that seemed to be full of green venom to protect the central city.
At this time, Anastrian finally gave up hope and announced to give up the Undercity, retreating to the Kalimdor Continent.
At the moment when Duque was forced to temporarily become a priest, Anastrian was the strongest Pharaoh in the world. If he wanted to open a portal and leave, no one could stop him. In fact, from the start of the war, the Alliance's military goals did not include killing Anastrian.
You're leaving, right?
I won't send you off!
Of course, since the Forgotten Ones were destined to be the Alliance's enemies, the Alliance immediately launched a strong attack after sensing the spatial fluctuations.
Multi-purpose steam tanks directly pushed a large number of sandbags into the green river, set up pontoons, and the army directly pressed forward.
After half a day of fighting, the Sun King, who was not in the mood to continue fighting, finally withdrew about 20,000 Forgotten Ones. Most of the Forgotten Ones were purified by the Alliance army.
"Long live!"
"Victory!"
"Long live Her Majesty Kalia Menethil!"
"Lordaeron has been recovered! Long live the Alliance — "
Whose tears were flying?
Whose cheerful laughter was reverberating in the air?
No, it wasn't 'someone's'.
It was everyone's!
It belonged to every member of the Alliance!
Ever since Arthas killed his father and destroyed Lordaeron last year, followed by Archimonde's arrival, the entire Lordaeron Continent and even the World of Azeroth had suffered too much. Every living creature in the world was under the threat of death.
The dark clouds of fear lingered above everyone's heads for too long, so long that they almost forgot what victory and safety felt like.
Now, Archimonde was dead.
The Undead that occupied the Lordaeron Continent was wiped out.
How could everyone not be wild with joy?
On the ruins of Lordaeron, there were crowds of revellers everywhere.
Humans held the arms of Gnomes and raised them up high.
Dwarves and Elves competed in drinking.
Everyone was revelling without a care in the world.
On this day, with the recovery of Lordaeron, it was announced that there was no longer an organized Scourge Army and Burning Legion in the entire Eastern Kingdom.
This day was also designated as [Victory Day] by the people of Lordaeron.
On the other hand, because everyone generally thought that Ner 'zhul was too stupid to betray the Burning Legion, and the second idiot, Anastrian, rebelled again, and it was the two idiots who fought together that allowed the Alliance to destroy the powerful Undead Army at a very small price, everyone privately called this day [April Fool]. They used this to mock Ner 'zhul who was trapped in Northrend, and Anastrian who was in the Winterspring region of the Kalimdor Continent.
After the noisy banquet, the three Windrunner sisters, Jaina, Illucia, Kalia, and the rest gathered together.
Aurelia raised her wine glass high, "This is the victory that was achieved with the strategy that Duque left behind. This glass is for the man we love the most — cheers! "
No matter how much alcohol they could drink, the six women drank it all in one gulp.
Then, they cursed inwardly — Duque, you bastard, why haven't you died yet!
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