Chapter 1275 Guardian Spirit

On the other side, Braumiux's soul was just nestled in the arms of Serijek's soul, and they seemed to be a little flinching.

It was Selijek who spoke first: "Sorry, Your Majesty Kalia, I messed up."

"It's not your fault!" There were tears in the corners of Kalia's eyes. She gently wiped away the tears with her slender fingers, and then showed a smile that still looked like she was crying: "It's because we are too behind. If we can master flying earlier, With your skills in the air, you won’t be beaten passively. If I have to say who is at fault, it should be me as the queen who is at fault first!”

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

For a moment, the two couples were stunned.

Queen Xi also came up: "Broumeux, you did a good job. If you hadn't helped guard the Salas Trail for so long, maybe the people of New Silver Moon City would have starved. And... I still owe you a A wedding gift..."

Alleria stepped forward. She didn't know if she could hold a soul in her arms. She looked at Duke and hugged him directly when she saw Duke smiling and nodding.

The feeling of being held by a living person, as though I were a spiritual body, was extremely mysterious and strange.

After a moment of daze, tears of the soul shed from the corners of Blomius's eyes.

The sighs and greetings lasted for five minutes, and then everyone turned their attention to Duke.

The question arises - does this count as redemption?

Duke cleared his throat: "Actually, in this world, souls can always stay in the mortal world. Perhaps in the form of wronged souls, or... heroic spirits!"

Heroic spirit! ?

This word makes the hearts of all living people beat.

The dead are gone. Crossing the boundary between life and death is not accepted by the mainstream view, such as the forgotten... Then becoming a heroic spirit is the best choice.

"Heroic spirits! They are not without restraints. Heroic spirits are similar to resentful spirits, and they must have something like a cornerstone to depend on. In my opinion, the best choice for the three of them is to become this flying fortress that is about to be occupied by the alliance—— The Guardian Spirit of Naxxramas!"

Guardian spirit! ?

The three souls became excited at the same time, as if their hearts that had stopped beating long ago were all jumping for joy at this moment.

Duke's few words suddenly made the three souls find the meaning of their continued existence in the world.

As the former leader of Naxxramas, of course they knew how awesome this flying fortress was. They seemed to be able to see that this huge fortress was guarding the Cursed Land, echoing up and down the Watch Fortress, forming a terrifying three-dimensional defense system.

No matter how many terrible demons emerge from the Dark Portal, they will only suffer in front of this terrifying defense formation like the Wall of Sighs.

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

Duke nodded, turned to everyone and said, "Okay, let's prepare for the final battle. As long as Kel'Thuzad and Sapphiron are taken away, this great floating fortress will become the foundation for the Alliance and even the entire Azeroth." Si’s patron saint!”

While Duke was cleaning up Naxxramas, fierce battles actually broke out across Silithus.

In the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the Scourge Legion, which was thrown away by Duke, was struggling to its death. They guarded every corner of the ruins of the temple, and there were even relatively powerful high-level death knights trying to recruit their partners in an effort to break out.

In the Cenarion Fortress in the north of Silithus, facing the insects rushing out of the Pillar of the Swarm, the Alliance directly used a terrifying barrage to deal with the overwhelming insects.

"Stop thinking about it, shoot out all the [Type III bombs]! Mr. Marcus has prepared at least 500,000 [Type III bombs] for this day. Don't worry about the shells. First worry about whether you have the life to shoot out the shells." Finished." The Union artillery commanders shouted and cursed at the artillerymen below.

Duke has guided Ironforge to improve its craftsmanship for twenty years, and now the cannons produced in Ironforge have rarely experienced explosions. Assembly line production, coupled with strict limits on the number of barrel shots, has almost eliminated artillery casualties due to barrel explosions.

The [Three-Type Bomb III], which can split into hundreds of small metal warheads when hit in the air, is no longer an old-fashioned shotgun in a sense, but something close to a cluster bomb. The shotshell exploded directly in the barrel of the gun, which seriously damaged the barrel. The latest Type III bomb uses a two-stage delayed ignition and detonation system.

The shell did not fly out of the barrel for about two seconds before the second stage ignition started, detonating the small warhead in the shell and exploding.

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

Scattered bullets aimed at area killing are of course useless against thick-skinned big guys like the Potianhao.

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

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

Bloody flesh, limbs flying around, etc. are not enough to describe the ferocity of the three-type bomb.

That scene was like a shot. In the spherical space of a hundred meters in diameter, there was absolutely no grass growing. All the flying insects exploded and turned into scattered body parts, falling from the sky like rain.

After a round of artillery fire, not only hundreds, but perhaps thousands of insects fell from the sky.

In order to avoid accidental damage from artillery fire or even accidental killing, the coalition did not send out air force. At a distance of two hundred meters to five hundred meters, it was within the shooting range of Cenarion Council tree men throwing stones, as well as the alliance's temporary military magic tower and elf shooters.

Closer, there are dwarf musketeers, humans and troll spear throwers to deal with.

On land, the influx of insects was overwhelming.

Unfortunately, in front of the continuous artillery array, it was more like delivering food.

Ground attacks are not as complicated as air attacks, and dwarf and dwarf gunners can pull out their large-caliber heavy cannons at will.

There are new cannons in the long range, new versions of [Small Steel Cannons] in the nearer area, and dwarf mortars.

A little closer, there are steam tanks and fire-breathing tanks blocking the front.

Seeing this scene, Thrall's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help but thought to himself: If the tribe wants to fight, I don't know how many tribe warriors will have to be sacrificed to get it done.

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

Twenty-one years ago, his ancestors used muscles and brutal weapons to conquer almost half of the alliance. Twenty-one years later, although he had already caught up and brought in a large number of gadgets from the goblins that were black technologies for the orcs, he was shocked to find that the gap between the Horde and the Alliance had not only not narrowed, but was also widening. .

If there was no such thing as magic, the Alliance would be able to overwhelm the entire tribe with artillery fire alone. Orcs, trolls, and tauren can't even find a place to stay in front of the Alliance.

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