Dalaran can also fly, but Dalaran, as the capital of a country, dares to go to the front line, and it is not good to break it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info minutes after the mage tower on the periphery of the periphery was blown up, hurting the new training institution of the mage in the center, not to mention whether Luo Ning, who didn't know where to die, would jump when he came back, anyway, Duke was absolutely heartbroken.

Now Dalaran is his backyard and talent training base!

So whether it's attacking or defending, it's definitely Naxxramas who goes first.

As the strongest offensive fortress in the alliance, how can it satisfy the vanity of Duke, a giant ship cannonist, without being equipped with thousands of 8,000 cannons?

However, it is not an easy task to rebuild the Sky Fortress.

If you want to blame it, it's to blame Duke for tossing Naxxramas too thoroughly before.

Let Dalaran send it a main cannon first, and then it fell from a high altitude and fell into Angela, and the bugs did not miss tearing it apart.

In the end, Duke gave up several districts in order to clean up.

As a result, the interior of Naxxramas is now empty, many places are hollow, and I don't know how much time it will take to rebuild.

It's just that the league doesn't have the spare time to do this now.

Duke could only install large and small artillery on the fortress by using the balanced counterweight calculated by the system.

Balance is important.

Whether it is a ship or an airplane, the weight balance must be calculated before departure, otherwise it will capsize......

At a time when the plague area is almost completely wiped out, the counterweight of artillery is a huge amount of work. Luckily, Duke has a system wizard to help with the calculations.

It took three days, and the dwarven craftsmen worked almost sleeplessly, to help Naxxramas load about 2,000 cannons and prepare about 50,000 tons of shells.

Don't look at 50,000 tons, a lot, dwarf things, before the degree of industrialization was insufficient, all of them were coarse and hard. It doesn't use much.

But......

"It's enough for the time being. Duke concluded.

In the command hall of Naxxramas, there was a sudden surge of emotion.

"When are you going to attack?" asked Roaring Grom.

For a while, they only defended and did not attack, and for the brave orcs, they had long been suffocated.

Moreover, the huge hives in the Silisthus region are the biggest scourge. As long as the hive is not destroyed, the queen of insects inside will continue to give birth to a large number of large insects, looking for trouble everywhere.

These devastating bugs, or bugmen, are absolutely terrifying. They are not taboo in meat and vegetables, and anything that can be called a creature can be their food.

Scavenging vultures in the sky, large scorpions and snakes rampant in the desert, and even cacti, can be their prey. In this way, the queen of the swarm recklessly replenishes nutrients, and then gives birth to four-figure eggs every day. In less than ten days, a new batch of big bugs will break out of the chrysalis and continue to plague all things.

Therefore, it is imperative to destroy the hive.

Faced with the Roaring Master's question, Duke pondered: "The day after tomorrow, I'll say hello to the dragon clan first!"

Duke didn't notice, or Duke intentionally or unintentionally had a pair of eyes full of hatred because of the words 'the day after tomorrow'.

There is a leader of an alliance who hates these bugs more than the tribes whose homes have been destroyed. But since he arrived at the Cenarion Fortress, nothing has been up to him.

That's right! He's Vandal Deer Helmet!

Having lost his son, he was anxious to launch an offensive against the swarm, but he was held back by Tyrande, forbidding him and his elite druid troops to leave the fortress and attack before the main force returned.

As a result, he hated even Duke.

Now Duke's pressure attack in order to recuperate makes him grit his teeth.

However, Duke ignores the goods, and he asks Magni to discuss sending troops with Sal, and he uses his compass to find Alexstrasa.

"Yo, dear Your Majesty, are you worried about the big garbage in the void?"

"The wreckage of the Burning Legion's warship. ”

The Red Dragon Queen's eyes lit up in the Magic Mirror.

The continuous Void War has caused a lot of losses to both the enemy and us. Of course, the dragon war dead have companions to store their corpses and send them back to the dragon bone wilderness through the portal to bury, but a large number of space battleship wreckage used by demons has become a headache.

If it is a demon's corpse, the dragon can still use its powerful body to hit it, but the harder and larger wreckage will not work.

And as the wreckage increases, it significantly reduces the dragon's ability to seek enemies.

Duke suddenly mentions this big garbage for no apparent reason, and Alexstasza is genuinely interested.

"Hehe, what's the best suggestion, let's hear about it......"

No one knows what Duke had discussed with the Queen.

Anyway, the day of the opening of the army will soon come.

Dark Gate: 8 a.m. on 3/18/22.

Uncharacteristically, this time the coalition general offensive was not Duke's responsibility.

As the commander-in-chief is Magni, the artillery maniac, and the second-in-command is Thrall and Tyrande.

Outsiders may be puzzled, but those who are more familiar with the Alliance know that under Duke's guidance, the medieval mode of warfare has long been completely abandoned by the Alliance. Now, as long as the conditions allow, all the artillery will wash the floor first, and all the things that can be moved in the field of vision will be blown away.

No, today, a little more special.

Standing on the open platform of Naxx Samast, three thousand meters above the ground, the feeling is indeed subtle. This height has long exceeded the height that flying insects can climb.

What is called hanging, this is hanging!

Sal's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have seen the end of this battle.

This kind of war like a cannon fighting primitive people is so unreasonable.

"All right, Lord Tyrande*, since Duke has handed over the opening to you, then my little ones and I will watch the play first. Magni stepped back from the throne.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Copperbeard. Tyrande was not pretentious, and stood directly in the middle.

Time's up!

Tyrande raised his head slightly, and two sharp rays seemed to be emitted from his clear pupils, which passed through space, pierced through the clouds, and looked straight into space.

A second later, suddenly, Tyrande's long turquoise hair fluttered high without wind and hunting.

With just a golden bracelet and just the right amount of arms raised in the air, showing off the streamlined and soft muscular lines, she threw all her mind into it, as if she was exploring something, guiding something.

She shone brightly, and the clear sky suddenly darkened under Elune's divine power. The sunlight and clouds seemed to disappear, and everyone was amazed to see the stars in the sky.

Above the atmosphere, a Void Battleship that had been broken for an unknown number of years was changing orbit under the drag of several ancient dragons, crashing from the planet's synchronous orbit into the designated line.

Soon, in the pitch-black void, a long and shining line of fire reflected the entire defense area of the guardian dragon.

Even on patrol, the soaring dragon twisted its neck and looked at the bright fiery red.