Chapter 422: Restoring Lordaeron (Happy New Year!)
If McDonald had heard what Beloval said, he might even have been embarrassed.
This... are you confusing my surname, Mai, with some loyal dogs that have been loyal to me for two thousand years?
The Archmage was really tricked by Lao Taizi. Inexplicably, he was stuffed with a few cannon-fodder archlichs who were originally from Wang family mages, and he had to defend the city of Lordaeron. He didn't explain anything.
He didn't even know that McDonough had bombarded the city of Lordaeron last time. He instinctively thought that out of respect for the royal capital, McDonough would be forced to send a large number of infantry to fight the Scourge in street battles from the beginning.
Who would have thought that the dog thief had no real loyalty to the royal family of Lordaeron, so he came to clear the ground with heavy artillery.
The wide-area magic circle that protects the entire city has long since become useless.
When the city walls of Lordaeron were reinforced, the royal family was willing to spend money and put some magic runes on the walls to increase magic resistance.
In essence, these walls are still old-fashioned rammed earth walls. They are good against ordinary trebuchets, but they are powerless against the heavy artillery of Stratholme.
The 155mm imitation M59 artillery can destroy a house with one shot.
Seeing that the skeleton soldiers and zombies that he had arranged in advance and stuffed into a house in the northwest corner of the palace were razed to the ground along with the house, Beloir felt like he was in trouble.
This is no longer a question of whether to be buried with him or not. The other party didn't care about the integrity of any building in Lordaeron. They didn't even take a look, they just bombed them indiscriminately.
The gap between the thinking patterns of elves and humans was clearly revealed at this moment.
If it were Belovar, he would not have the heart to destroy his own building even if he were killed. Every building in Silvermoon City is the artistic crystallization of elven craftsmen.
He couldn't bear it.
What about the other side?
The four-digit artillery pieces were lined up one after another, and the shells they fired down were like fried beans, crackling and ringing.
From the private houses near the city gate, to the gladiatorial arena in the entertainment district, to the various noble mansions in the core area, to the once-splendid palace, nothing can escape the ruthless blows of artillery.
Countless building fragments were blown away like debris in the strong wind, exploding all over the sky and the ground.
In the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, Lordaeron, known as the most beautiful city in mankind, gradually collapsed in the smoke.
The towering dome towers, the flawless white walls along the streets, and the majestic Colosseum, all of which have witnessed the glory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron for more than two thousand years, are tending to be annihilated.
Outside the city, listening to the rumble of cannons, old Mograine lay down in tears silently.
He once expressed that he was willing to die for Lordaeron.
Most of his legions took the same oath to express their wishes.
McDonald convinced them.
"Lordaeron in our hearts is like a beautiful tower! It is a glorious monument to mankind! I understand your belief in protecting the country and protecting the people, but please remember - it is not the dead who sing the praises of this monument, but the
We inherit the mantle of Lordaeron and continue to thrive. So..."
"People are here and tower is here!"
"There is no need to waste the precious lives of Lordaeron soldiers for a ruin tainted by death!"
"The city is gone, we can build a better one."
"This is the common wish of me, millions of people in Lordaeron, and even the entire Alliance."
Looking at this majestic city that was gradually losing height amid the artillery fire, the people of Lordaeron seemed to see a decaying ship from the past sinking.
The old Lordaeron people, headed by Alexandros Mograine, silently saluted - the military salute of the Alliance!
This is their farewell to Terenas who founded the Alliance!
Some people may still be 'alive', but they are already dead.
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Bellovar on the opposite side was dumbfounded. He thought that McDonald would bomb for a few hours before sending infantry up. However, in conjunction with the mortars of the Southern Route Army coming from the bottom of the lake, the bombing lasted for three days and three nights.
It's not like Beloir never sent gargoyles to counterattack, but McDonald's used a large number of anti-aircraft guns to defeat them.
Without the air force, it would just be small artillery clearing the ground, and then dropping big bombs weighing two thousand pounds.
This kind of large-yield bomb made of dense explosive powder would blow up half of the arena into the sky once it was dropped.
basement?
Those basements with only one or two floors underground are useless.
The ground has been dug up for you!
Belovar had stationed nearly 700,000 undead in the city of Lordaeron, but most of them were wiped out without even killing a single Alliance soldier.
The huge explosion blew up many of the undead to pieces. The minced meat could not even be lifted up with a shovel, let alone recycled and sewn into abominations.
The helplessness and despair of being beaten made Belovar worried to death, so he could only bite the bullet and use magic to send a message and ask for help: "Your Majesty Menethil, I am incompetent, and the city of Lordaeron cannot be defended."
I thought Terenas would be thunderous and furious, but who would have thought that Old Taizi had changed.
"Oh, I got it! After I take care of the long ears here, I will return to the army to take revenge on McDonald."
Lao Taizi's reaction was quite indifferent, he would have been furious before.
Beloir didn't know that Lao Taizi was no longer the same person as before.
He was chopped down once by Mograine, and his body and soul were re-stitched. Although his combat power was much stronger, his soul strength actually declined. As a Lich King who relies on spiritual control to eat, he encountered Lao Taizi's spiritual and spiritual strength.
His soul was doubly wounded, and he would no longer be Ner'zhul if he didn't seize the opportunity and take advantage of it.
Now Lao Taizi is more like a loyal dog!
Even the boss of the family has given up treatment, so don't expect Beloval, the younger brother, to do anything.
One day later, the defense of the city of Lordaeron officially collapsed. The former Elf Archmage tried his best to hide his troops, but he could always be found and destroyed by the priests from the Alliance.
Basically, the paladin yelled, and the excavator followed, digging out the undead and beating them severely.
The Scourge Legion managed to survive, but on August 1st, the city of Lordaeron still ushered in the liberation of the entire region.
"Oooh!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Lordaeron!"
"Long live the Duke of Stratholme—"
Without the infusion of the power of death, the canopy of the undead no longer exists. The midsummer sunshine penetrates the haze of death and shines on this land that once gave birth to a glorious civilization.
There were cheers from the Lordaeron soldiers everywhere. They were shouting and even firing cannons into the sky, venting the joy and excitement in their hearts.
The faces that once had only expressions of determination were now filled with tears of emotion.
The city of Lordaeron - recovered!
Surrounded by a group of guards headed by Uther, McDonald came to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which was almost razed to the ground.
"How miserable!" Even McDonald himself laughed.
Just next to a broken wall, there is a garden area of less than ten square meters, which miraculously survived.
A female figure with brilliant blond hair firmly caught McDonald's attention.
"Kalia..." McDonald didn't even realize that his voice was almost whispering.
