Chapter 1555 The City in the Sky Pressures the Realm

This is a bit difficult to do!

All the alliance leaders frowned for a moment.

Not being able to use the air force is tantamount to wiping out the technological advantages the alliance currently has.

If we return to the most primitive land warfare, how many lives will be needed to break this ice-crown fortress with an extremely advantageous location?

No!

It would be nice if the total number of human lives lost could be calculated, but I am afraid that the Scourge Legion will become stronger as they fight, and there will be more and more undead under their command, and they will eventually spread.

This is not a joke. The whole of Northrend is already full of undead. Zul'Drak, in the northeast corner of Northrend, was the territory of the ice trolls when the continent split apart after the explosion of the Well of Eternity. Now it has become a paradise for the dead.

In the southeast corner, there is a settlement of savage, violent, and vicious Vrykul people.

This group of half-giant warriors mistakenly regarded the Lich King as the "Lord of Justice" who could lead them to conquer Northrend and even the entire world, and the warriors from various camps who came here on the expedition became them. The huge obstacles to their ambitious plans and their extreme wariness have completely reduced them to the allied lackeys of the Scourge.

Under the call of King Ymiron, groups of barbaric Vrykul warriors took it as their greatest honor to become undead and serve the Scourge. They proved their strength with their endless destruction and killing in exchange for death in battle. Become a Scourge

Except for Duke, no one knows how strong the Lich King Arthas is now.

In case the elites of the Alliance and the Horde lose their money, they can get a batch of skeletal griffins, undead hippogryphs, etc., and then cooperate with the power of the Scourge to push down the Wyrmrest Temple and destroy all the dragons in the Dragonblight. The remains turn into undead dragons, and Azeroth is doomed.

Varian spoke: "Uncle Duke, do you have any suggestions?"

"This attack on Alkavon's treasure house is just a trap that is not very clever. It doesn't matter whether Alsace eats our bait or not. In the war situation, we will fight steadily." Duke raised his hand, and on the three-dimensional map, The chess pieces representing the Alliance army begin to move.

"On the western front, once the Dreadnaught Fortress is built, we will immediately start marching all the way north to occupy the entire Borean Tundra, Sholazar Basin, and Wintergrasp Lake. I hope that the Western Route Army can use the Wintergrasp Fortress as a base point to cooperate with Naxxramas, confront Icecrown Citadel. We must create a sign that will knock Naxxramas onto Icecrown Citadel at any time."

"Ah!" Yrel the hoof cried out slightly. She was shocked by Duke's imagination.

It sounds feasible again. After all, Naxxramas is a Titan creation. No matter how terrible the cold wind in Alsace is, it cannot blow down Naxxramas, which has an anti-gravity engine. By throwing away Naxxramas, it can be said that the Scourge shot themselves in the foot.

Hooves exclaimed, and the other alliance leaders laughed quietly.

The chain reaction of Duke's initial effort to seize the flying fortress of Naxxramas also appeared at this time. If Naxxramas is still in the hands of the Scourge at this point in time, then the main city of the Alliance and the Horde will be blocked at the door.

After everyone paused for a while, Duke continued: "The arrangements for the Western Front are almost complete. Magni, I will give you 50,000 human infantry, and the Western Front will be left to you."

"No problem." The Bronzebeard Dwarf King said with a hearty smile.

The Western Front was originally dominated by dwarf and gnome troops, and he was quite handy in the past.

"What we have to deal with now is the eastern front." Duke raised his hand, and a fleet of fleet models arrived to the east: "I need a large-scale landing battle, from both the east and west sides of the Howling Fjord. Strive to Capture the Vrykul's Utgarde Castle within a week. Then go all the way north, wipe out the Grizzly Hills and Zul'Drak, and finally reach the Crystalsong Forest in the middle."

"Leave it to me." Varian stood up and took the initiative to challenge.

Duke smiled: "I will leave it to you if you don't tell me. But this time, please bring little Saurfang's orc troops with you. They are good handlers in siege warfare."

"Do I have air force cover here?"

"Yes. Since most of the air fleet is useless in Icecrown Glacier, they will be transferred to the eastern front when they reach Wintergrasp. And..." Duke glanced at Prince Kael'thas.

The prince understood and smiled: "When His Majesty Wrynn attacks Utgard Castle, Dalaran will arrive!"

Attention! This is Dalaran, not the Dalaran mages.

This means that Dalaran is really putting all its strength on it.

“Hiss——” This time, all the leaders in the audience gasped.

Use the whole country to suppress it!

Although the power is huge, on the other hand, if it fails, it will be equivalent to the destruction of the country, and all the mages and the magic apprentices above will become lich and necromancers.

Kael'thas is so brave!

But when I think about it, I feel relieved. The real controller of Dalaran is Duke, the demigod of the Leyline. Without his guidance, how could Kael'thas have convinced the academy of Dalaran to perform such a courageous feat?

Among the nations, those who have the ability to move their capitals include Dalaran, the city in the sky, and the Exodar of the Draenei.

Although it could be assumed that the alliance was taking care of the seriously injured Draenei, Duke never asked Yrel about it, which made Yrel feel like he was the only one who was alienated.

Hoof bit his lip and said to himself secretly: "Yrel, Yrel! You must do something, otherwise you and your people will continue to be secretly ostracized."

In fact, she thought too much. Firstly, the draenei were small and weak, and secondly, Duke was afraid that if the draenei entered the battlefield, it would further damage the draenei's vitality.

Duke greeted the other leaders and tried not to let the draenei charge as infantry, but in the end it made Hoof think too much...

Duke did not notice this detail and continued to deploy his troops.

As the Fearless Fortress was quickly built, Vashj's Naga and murloc army were naturally transferred to the Eastern Front.

When he saw that even Naga and the Qiraji had missions, Hoof finally couldn't help it anymore: "Your Excellency, Commander Marcus, what about Delaney's mission?"

Maraad, who was standing beside her, took a step forward to bring his body closer to the front of the three-dimensional projection, clearly showing his intention to fight.

Duke was dumbfounded, then smiled: "Well, originally I considered that the draenei people were seriously injured..."

Yrel suddenly stood up and puffed up his chest: "Your Majesty, Commander, please don't worry. The Draenei take it as their own duty to drive out evil. We have long been accustomed to sacrifice."

Yrel's words were sonorous and powerful, and many alliance leaders were moved by them.

"Okay then, promise me a few conditions."

"Please say."

"I can combine the draenei paladins with the Silver Hand to take charge of the final assault mission of Icecrown Citadel. But in the assault team - only children with no heirs are not allowed to enter, and those with no brothers or sisters are not allowed to enter. Only one person from a family is allowed in..."