Chapter 1295 Disposal of Garbage

Dalaran can also fly, but as the capital of a country, if Dalaran goes to the front line rashly, it will be bad if it is damaged. After the outer mage tower was exploded in minutes, the Mage Mengxin Training Institute in the center was damaged. Not to mention whether Luo Ning, who died without knowing where he went, would jump when he came back, Duke was absolutely heartbroken anyway.

Now Dalaran is his back garden and talent training base!

So whether it's offensive or defensive, Naxxramas must be the first to attack.

As the strongest offensive fortress in the alliance, how could it satisfy the vanity of Duke, a giant ship and cannonist, unless it was equipped with eight thousand cannons?

But rebuilding the flying fortress is not an easy task.

The main blame lies with Duke for torturing Naxxramas too thoroughly before.

First let Dalaran send it a main cannon, and then fall from a high altitude to Ahn'Qiari, where the insects would tear it to pieces.

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. It is unknown how long it will take to rebuild.

Unfortunately, the league doesn't have the time to do this now.

Duke could only install large and small artillery pieces on the fortress through the balance weight calculated by the system.

Balance is important.

Whether it’s a boat or an airplane, you must calculate the weight and balance before departure, otherwise it will capsize...

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

It took three days, with the dwarf craftsmen working overtime almost without sleep, to help Naxxramas install about 2,000 cannons and prepare about 50,000 tons of artillery shells.

Even though 50,000 tons is a lot, the dwarves' things before the level of industrialization were all thick and hard. It doesn’t take much to use.

but……

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

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

"When will we attack?" The person who asked was Grom.

For the brave orcs, they have been holding back for a long time.

Moreover, the huge insect nests in Silithus are the biggest scourge. As long as the insect nest is not destroyed, the insect queen inside will continue to give birth to large numbers of large insects, looking for trouble everywhere.

These destructive bugs, or bug-men, are absolutely terrifying. They are not afraid of meat and vegetables, and anything that can be called a living thing can be their food.

Scavenging vultures in the sky, large scorpions and snakes roaming the desert, and even cacti can all be their prey. The queen of the insect swarm replenishes nutrients unscrupulously, and then lays four digits of insect eggs every day. In less than ten days, a new batch of big bugs will emerge from their pupae and continue to cause harm to all living things.

Therefore, it is imperative to destroy the insect nest.

Faced with Ye Ye's question, Duke pondered for a moment: "The day after tomorrow! Let me say hello to the Dragon Clan first!"

Duke didn't notice, or maybe Duke intentionally or unintentionally noticed that his eyes were full of hatred because of the words 'the day after tomorrow'.

Compared to the tribes whose homes were destroyed, there was a leader of the alliance who hated these bugs even more. But since he arrived at Cenarion Keep, everything was out of his hands.

right! He is Fandral Staghelm!

After the death of his son, he was eager to launch an offensive against the swarm. However, he was firmly held down by Tyrande, who prohibited him and his elite druid troops from leaving the fortress to launch an attack before the main force returned.

As a result, he even hated Duke.

Now Duke is pressing back to attack in order to prepare, which makes him gnash his teeth.

However, Duke ignored this guy and asked Magni to discuss sending troops with Thrall, while he used a compass to find Alexstrasza.

"Hey! Dear Your Majesty, are you worried about those big garbage in the void?"

"The wreckage of the Burning Legion's battleship."

The red dragon queen's eyes lit up in the magic mirror.

The continuous void battle caused a lot of losses to both the enemy and ourselves. Although the dragon clan's war dead had companions to collect their corpses and send them back to the Dragonblight Wilderness through the portal for burial, the large number of wreckage of space battleships used by demons became a headache.

If it were the corpse of a demon, the dragons could still hit it with their powerful bodies, but not the harder and larger corpses.

And with more and more wreckage, the Dragon Clan's ability to detect enemies has been significantly reduced.

Duke suddenly brought up these big rubbish for no reason, and Alexstrasza was really interested.

"Hey, if you have any good suggestions, let's hear them..."

No one knows what Duke discussed with the Queen.

Anyway, the day for the army to launch is coming soon.

The Dark Portal will be at eight o'clock in the morning on March 18, 2022.

Unusually, Duke was not responsible for the coalition's general offensive this time.

As the general commander is Magni, the artillery maniac, and the deputy commanders are Thrall and Tyrande.

Outsiders may be confused, but people who are familiar with the alliance know that under Duke's guidance, the medieval war model has been completely abandoned by the alliance. Now, as long as conditions permit, all the artillery will wash the ground first, knocking down all the moving things in the field of vision.

No, today is a little more special.

Standing on the open platform of Naxxramas, overlooking the earth three thousand meters above the ground, this feeling is indeed very subtle. This height has already exceeded the height that flying insects can climb.

What does beating mean? This is beating!

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

This kind of cannon warfare is like primitive man's war, it is so unreasonable.

"Alright! Your Excellency Tyrande Whisperwind, since Duke has left the opening to you, my little guys and I will watch the show first." Magni directly gave up the main seat.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Bronzebeard." Tyrande didn't show any pretense and stood directly in the middle.

Time is up!

Tyrande raised his head slightly, and his clear eyes seemed to emit two sharp rays of light, which traveled through space, penetrated the clouds, and looked straight into space.

A second later, suddenly, Tyrande's long green hair flowed high without any wind, making a hunting sound.

Wearing only a golden arm bracelet, her plump arms were raised high, showing her streamlined and soft muscle lines. She devoted all her attention, as if she was exploring something and guiding something.

She shone brightly, and under Elune's power, the clear sky suddenly darkened. The sun and clouds seemed to disappear, and everyone suddenly saw the stars in the sky.

Above the atmosphere, a void battleship that had been broken for who knows how many years was changing its orbit under the drag of several ancient dragons, falling from the planet's synchronous orbit into the designated route.

Soon, in the pitch-black void, a long and shining line of fire illuminated the entire defense zone of the Aspect Dragon.

Even during the patrol, the soaring dragon still twisted its neck and looked at the bright red.