A shrill alarm rang through the sky. Even though Stormwind City had long announced that it had entered a state of war, this majestic city of the Southern Continent, which had not experienced the flames of war for nearly 20 years since the Dark Portal was restored after the end of World War II, was still in slight chaos.
A large number of cargo ships that had yet to enter Stormwind Port hurriedly evaded, and many captains even ordered their ships to rush onto the beach. Anyway, with the help of the Murlocs and Nagas, it was not difficult to drag the ships back into the sea. It was fine as long as the keel and the crew's lives were preserved.
In Stormwind Port, the soldiers nervously rushed into the various watchtowers and turrets.
"Holy Light above, how are we going to defend against such a terrifying floating fortress? His Majesty is not here …" a Stormwind general muttered.
"No, I'm here!" Along with the sonorous voice, the soldiers of Stormwind were pleasantly surprised to see their king, William Wrynn, dressed in military attire, striding up the city tower under the protection of his two good partners, Valila and Broll.
"Your Majesty, didn't you go to Blackwing's Nest …" Not to mention the people below, even Bolvar, who was the regent, did not know that William was actually here.
William revealed a slightly bitter expression. "Although I don't want to admit it, Brother Duque is really a prophet …"
The king was the backbone of a kingdom!
The backbone was there!
The backbone of the kingdom was there!
Those who could become commanders were mostly veterans who had experienced many battles, and even three battles at the Dark Portal. Facing the fortress that was emitting an evil aura of death in the sky, the commanders did not have to wait for orders from their superiors.
"Bring out the Holy Water!"
"Against those monsters, blessed Holy Light weapons are ten thousand times better than ordinary swords."
"No, no, you idiots. I didn't say that you have to throw away your sword. I just want you to bring an extra weapon! "
While the people below were in an uproar, William, who was on top of the city wall, bowed slightly to the people behind him. "I'm counting on you, Lady Solarian."
Solarian, who walked out of the city tower, was still dressed in a seemingly ridiculous maid uniform. However, from the envious and hateful gazes of a few Stormwind Kingdom's Court Mages, one could tell how envious that set of clothes that looked like a maid's robe was.
"Heavens! They actually dyed the [Wavering Robe] black and white and changed it into a maid uniform. What a waste … "
Only the Marcus Family could make a maid's dress out of something that even the Great Spellcasters were jealous of.
William, who had followed Duke on one of his expeditions, was convinced by the Marcus Family's heroic spirit.
However, envy was just envy. These Court Mages were all Radiant Moon Mages who had spent years and resources to become Radiant Moon Mages. Not to mention comparing themselves to Ilusia, even Gina Goldsword was far inferior in terms of talent.
Although Azeroth had undergone a great change recently, and because the Mana was denser than before, more high-level Mages had emerged, but talent still determined the limits of a Mage's growth. They were very fortunate to be indebted to a Breaking Dawn Wizard, Duke Marcus, to personally modify the magic circuits in their bodies. Otherwise, being a Morning Star Wizard would have been their limit for the rest of their lives.
Even so, Duque had only helped them cross the threshold of the Radiant Moon realm, and that was the limit.
With their innate talent, they could not control a higher level of power.
Back then, no one understood why Duque had insisted on spending two years' worth of taxes in Stormwind to build twelve Radiant Moon Wizard Towers.
Everyone was even more confused as to why Duke would spend so much effort to groom twelve Radiant Moon Archmages who were not qualified enough.
Now, everyone knew.
On the cliffs on both sides of Stormwind Port, the four Wizard Towers first lit up with a dazzling light. Then, the other eight Wizard Towers in Stormwind City also shone with the brilliance of fire magic.
Fire runes shot out from the tips of the standard hexagonal pyramid-shaped towers. These runes emitted surging waves of fire elemental energy and gathered together in the air, forming a huge magic formation the size of five football fields.
In the next moment, blazing sunlight broke through the clouds and landed on this exaggerated magic formation. Immediately, it was reflected and turned into a scarlet pillar of light that pierced through the sky. In an instant, it conquered more than ten thousand meters of the void and fiercely bombarded the huge floating fortress.
A terrifying dark aura surged out from the fortress, forming a hemispherical shield of light in front of the golden pillar of light.
"Bang —"
Black and yellow, the two colors that symbolized darkness and fire collided intensely in the air.
This short confrontation firmly attracted the gazes of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City.
No one dared to look away. Even if their throats were dry, even if their eyes hurt, everyone did their best to open their eyes wide, wanting to witness what would happen next.
Would the powerful magic bombardment end in failure, causing Stormwind City, the majestic city of the Southern Continent that had been in operation for almost twenty years, to be trampled again?
Or would the opponent's seemingly invincible floating fortress suffer a head-on blow, and the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind City once again defend the safety fortress that they had built with their blood and sweat for twenty years?
The answer would be revealed in the next three seconds.
One second!
Two seconds!
Abruptly, the thick black light shield finally caved in like a boulder that had been smashed by a tremendous force. It let out an earth-shattering "crack".
In the next moment, it was as if time had frozen.
Everyone could clearly see that the black protective shield had been completely pierced. It was purely because the floating fortress seemed to have refracted the pillar of light at the last moment, thus avoiding the nightmare of being pierced through in one shot.
Even so, everyone could clearly see that the entire northeast corner of the four-cornered, cone-shaped fortress had been blown up. Everyone could hear the earth-shattering explosion.
Countless rocks were knocked away from the floating fortress and fell into the sea like a heavy downpour.
"Damn it! Damn it! How could this be!? His Majesty had painstakingly found Naxxramas! "In the command post at the core of the fortress, the Great Lich Kel 'Thuzad was hopping mad.
Many years ago, the Crypt Lord Anubalak led a group of Undead Warriors into the Nerub Psionic Tower that was now named Naxxramas. The forces of the Scourge wreaked havoc in the fortress; the Will of the Lich King transformed the passage of the fortress into a powerful war machine. Dark magic pulled the fortress up from the ground and floated in the air.
Everyone thought that once Naxxramas appeared, the Alliance countries could only raise their hands and surrender.
Who knew that Duque would turn Stormwind City into a hedgehog city armed to the teeth, so that Naxxramas couldn't even attack?
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