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It was Seryek who spoke first: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Kalia, I screwed up. ”

"It's not your fault!" Kalia had tears in the corners of her eyes, she gently wiped away the tears with her slender fingers, and then showed a smile that still seemed to be crying: "It's because we're too backward, if we can also master the technology of flying in the air earlier, then there will be no passive beating from you." If I have to say who is at fault, it should be that I, as the queen, am at fault first!"

Taking the initiative to take responsibility, in this era of manifesting royal power and informing the people with an unbreakable hierarchy, sounds more like a fantasy.

For a moment, these two people were stunned.

Queen Xi also came up: "Braumus, you did a good job, if it weren't for your help to guard the Salas Trail for so long, maybe the people of New Silver Moon City would have starved." And...... I still owe you a wedding gift......"

Aurelia stepped forward, not knowing if she could hold a soul. She looked at Duke and saw Duke smile and nod before hugging him directly.

The feeling of being embraced by a living person is extremely mysterious and strange.

After a moment of stunned thought, tears of her soul flowed from the corners of Braumus's eyes.

The sighs and greetings lasted for five minutes, and then all beings turned their eyes to Duke.

The question arises - is this salvation or not?

Duke cleared his throat: "In fact, in this world, the soul can stay in the mortal world forever. Maybe it's in the form of a ghost, or maybe it's ...... Heroic Spirit!"

Heroic Spirit!?

This word makes the hearts of all the living people flutter.

The dead are gone, crossing the boundaries between life and death, and are not accepted by mainstream views, such as the forgotten...... Then becoming a Heroic Spirit is the best choice.

"Heroic Spirits! It's not unfettered, Heroic Spirits are similar to Resentful Spirits, and they must have an attachment similar to a cornerstone. In my opinion, the best choice for the three is to become the guardian spirit of Naxxramas, a flying fortress that is about to be taken over by the Alliance!"

Guardian Spirit!?

The three souls were excited at the same time, as if their hearts, which had long since stopped beating, were all excited at this moment.

With a few words, Duke suddenly made the three souls find the meaning of their continued existence in the world.

As the leaders of the former Naxxramas, they certainly knew how awesome this Flying Fortress was. They seemed to have seen that the huge fortress was guarded in the Cursed Land, echoing up and down the Watch Fortress, forming a terrifying three-dimensional defense system.

No matter how many terrifying demons poured out of the Dark Gate, they would only drink their hatred in front of this terrifying defensive formation that resembled a wall of sighs.

"We do!" the three souls said in unison.

Duke nodded, turned to everyone and said, "Okay, let's get ready for the final battle." As long as Kel'thugad and Saffron are cleaned up, this great floating fortress will become the patron saint of the Alliance and all of Azeroth!"

While Duke was cleaning up Naxxramas, fierce fighting broke out in various parts of Silitsus.

At the Temple of Angela, the Scourge Legion, who had been thrown down by Duke, was in a dying throes. They stubbornly guarded every corner of the temple ruins, and even the more powerful high-ranking death knights tried to entangle their gangs and try to break through.

In the fortress of Cenarion north of Silitsus, in the face of the bugs rushing out of the pillar of the swarm, the alliance directly dealt with the overwhelming bugs with a terrible barrage.

"Don't think about it, shoot all the [three-type shells] out! Lord Marcus has prepared at least 500,000 [three-type bullets] for this day, don't worry about the cannonballs. First, worry about whether you will have the life to finish the shell. "The artillery commanders of the coalition shouted and cursed the artillery below.

Duke instructed Ironforge to improve its process for twenty years, and now the cannons produced in Ironforge have very few explosions. The production of the assembly line, coupled with the strict restriction on the number of barrel shots, almost eliminated the casualties of artillery due to exploding chambers.

The [Type III.] type, which can be split into hundreds of small metal warheads in the air, is no longer an old-fashioned scatter bomb in a sense, but an almost cluster bomb. The shotgun exploded directly in the barrel of the gun, which was extremely damaging to the barrel. The latest three-type ammunition adopts a two-stage delayed ignition and detonation system.

The shell did not ignite in the second stage until it flew out of the barrel for about two seconds, and the small warhead in the detonating shell exploded.

At first glance, it is even more gorgeous than fireworks.

Scatter bullets for the purpose of face killing are of course useless for big guys with thick skin and thick flesh like the Sky Breaker.

But for a large flying insect with relatively slim limbs and no real hard armor, it is simply a nightmare.

As long as it is a stray bullet, or even a single piece of limb rubbed a little, it will immediately be a hole slightly larger than the mouth of the bowl.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and the limbs are flying around, which is not enough to describe the ferocity of the three-type bullet.

In the spherical space with a diameter of 100 meters, there was absolutely no grass, and all the flying insects exploded, turning into scattered limb parts, falling from the air like rain.

After a round of artillery fire, there were not only hundreds, but thousands of insects falling from the sky.

In order to avoid accidental injury or even accidental killing, the coalition forces did not send an air force, and at a distance of 200 meters to 500 meters, it was the Cenarion Council tree man throwing stones, as well as the range of the Alliance's temporary military magic towers and elven marksmen.

Closer, dwarven musketeers, humans, and troll spearmen take on them.

On land, the insects that poured in were overwhelming.

It's a pity that in front of the continuous artillery array, it is more like delivering food.

Ground attacks are less complex than air attacks, and Dwarf and Gnome Gunners can pull out their large-caliber heavy guns at will.

There are new cannons at range, and a new version of the [Small Steel Cannon] and the Dwarven Mortar at a closer range.

A little closer, there are also Steam Tanks and Spitfire Tanks in front of you.

Seeing this scene, Sal's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: If the tribe wants to fight, I really don't know how many tribal warriors will have to be sacrificed to get it.

The impact of this three-dimensional concept of war made Sal's mouth full of bitterness.

Twenty-one years ago, his ancestors had conquered most of the alliance with their muscles and brutal weapons. Twenty-one years later, although he had already caught up and brought a lot of things from the goblins that were black technology for orcs, he was shocked to find that the gap between the tribe and the alliance had not only not narrowed, but also had a tendency to widen.

Without magic, the Alliance would have been able to flatten the entire tribe with cannon fire alone. Orcs, trolls, and minotaurs can't even find a place to stay in front of the Alliance.

Just when Sal's thoughts were a little divergent, an accident happened on the battlefield.