Chapter 1335 Target—C’Thun!

Magni smiled, a bitter smile: "That's good. Then my old brother can rest in peace."

It's hard to blame Magni for being so excited.

The more dangerous the troops undertake, the more elite they are.

Even though dwarves seem to be so capable of fighting, they are actually built over time. Dwarves have very long lifespans. Although they are not as good as elves, they can live for hundreds of years without any problem.

Those who lost this time were all old brothers who had been with Magni for many years. It has been twenty years since the Second Dark Portal War. Not to mention personal relationships, even simple superiors and subordinates, the death of so many elite veterans with highly mechanized manipulation capabilities makes those responsible feel heartbroken.

The Beetle Gate is useless if it is not guarded. If you simply use insects to rush out like a while ago, leaving Silithus covered with insects, it will not be easy to deal with.

This is the commander's dilemma.

Duke sighed: "Bryan, after confirming that Naxxramas is safe, bombard it. Even if you can't kill C'Thun, don't let its tentacles proliferate indefinitely."

"Understood!" The third son of the Bronzebeard family nodded heavily, and soon, the entire fortress was filled with the sound of cannons.

Naxxramas, Skybreaker and other flying battleships used violent cannonballs to cover the entire north of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

"Have you noticed?" Magni said two minutes later.

Looking at the roof of the temple that exploded in the gunfire and the huge pillars that collapsed one after another, Duke replied: "Well, the divine shield has disappeared."

The enemy's defense is weakened, which is not necessarily a good thing.

The biggest possibility is that C'Thun has always had room to spare and can allocate excess divine power to protect the entire territory.

If it was initially likened to loosening five fingers in an attempt to grab the enemy's fist, now it is like pulling back all five fingers and closing them into a fist to challenge the coalition forces.

At this time, an orc messenger ran into the command post: "The great chief and the others are back."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the command post opened again. Under the salute of twelve alliance and tribal guards on the left and right, the burly tribal men returned.

"Duke, how's the situation? The tribe can launch an attack at any time!" Thrall had undisguised fatigue on his face, and his eyes were still shining.

Not only him, but also Grom and Kane who have worked with Duke. Although Grom only has one arm left now, his arm holding [Blood Roar] is still strong.

Duke smiled slightly: "Strong men of the tribe, you need to rest."

Grom took a step forward and was about to speak when Duke made a silent gesture.

"I don't mean to underestimate the strong men of the tribe, but... C'Thun is in full swing. Is it appropriate for us to run into him head-on?"

Is it appropriate?

Of course it's not appropriate. Even if they are united, the coalition will still be the weak side. After all, C'Thun is a true god no matter what!

Ignoring the reactions of the powerful men in the tribe, Duke turned his head and said, "Tylander, I've troubled you these past two days. Cooperate with the bombardment, one each in the morning, noon, and evening. If you don't need all your strength, just use a small [Star] Fall], just kill all the tentacles it proliferates."

"Understood!" Tyrande combed her hair and nodded.

To control a meteorite as huge as a star battleship, with extremely exaggerated mass and kinetic energy, Tyrande would certainly need to expend a lot of mental energy. But for ordinary [Starfall], let alone once every eight hours, as long as it can be replenished by Elune's divine power, she can fire it multiple times every 10 minutes.

Duke looked at Thrall again: "I am confident in doing this. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you for the time being. Now the strong men of the tribe need to rest and recuperate. One day is not enough, at least three days!"

Thrall didn't waste any time and agreed directly: "Okay! On the fourth day, we will gather to kill the gods!"

Thrall stretched out his big green hand, which was bigger than a bear's paw.

Duke smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it with Sal.

This is a historic handshake.

At this moment, no one realized what this handshake meant.

I have to say, Duke is very kind.

The strong men of the tribe have just finished conquering the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj. If they directly follow the Alliance to fight C'Thun, it will be a rush. No one can estimate the losses that will follow.

After all, most of the tribe's strong men were injured at this moment.

Wounds can be repaired with natural recovery magic or holy light. What about the loss of physical strength, spirit and blood?

Anyone who exhausts his energy through strenuous exercise will be exhausted that night and will definitely have no energy the next day.

Duke gave him three full days of rest, which was very rare for the strong men of the tribe. In order to ensure the quality of rest, they were even placed in a separate space in the center of Naxxramas to enjoy a peaceful vacation without having to listen to the sound of artillery fire all day long.

Four days later, on April 1, 2022 of the Dark Portal, a somewhat funny day for time travellers, the coalition attacked.

Three consecutive days of carpet bombing reduced the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj to ruins.

It was not that C'Thun had never tried to fight back, but Brian made full use of the range of the artillery and kept teasing C'Thun at a distance of at least five thousand meters from the edge of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Now, basically no tentacles or anything like that can be seen on the surface of the temple ruins.

"Let's go!" Duke gave the order. The Alliance and the Horde, together with a certain black dragon princess who had transformed into a human form, a total of forty people, set off from Naxxramas in a pure-blooded Fire Eagle. They set off in the early morning and rushed straight into the mountains. A huge cavity caused by the subsidence of the entrance to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Almost as soon as they entered the cave, Duke and the others were greeted grandly.

Countless tentacles broke through the rock formations and appeared around the dark cave wall. They were twisting wildly with their teeth and claws. From a distance, the vague twisting in the darkness was accompanied by terrifying sounds, which made many heroines feel their scalps numb. .

"Damn it! Why does it seem like our brains are filled with water and we put ourselves into C'Thun's mouth as a snack?" Gavin Rad complained fiercely.

"Actually, it's pretty much the same." Duke replied casually.

If you later knew that many people had the opportunity to be swallowed into C'Thun's belly and fight for their lives, would you jump?

Duke didn't fully explain this style of play, because except for the Titans from the ancient times, no one had experience fighting C'Thun. Especially the fate flow theory that he used to scare people into recruiting younger brothers, but he didn't want to use it on the tribe yet.

When the pure-blooded Fire Eagle was descending suddenly, a rock wall at the twelve o'clock direction of the main force exploded.

Jaina raised her hand, and several elemental light bullets were shot in that direction. The exploding flame elements illuminated that area like daylight. It was a giant earthworm-shaped monster with a huge mouth that jumped out.

"Oluo!?" Gavin Ladd was shocked.

"No! It's smaller." Queen Xi was the most discerning and immediately judged that the size was wrong.

"Bah! We've even killed him, why are we still afraid of the little one?"