The weather suddenly changes from the scorching heat of summer to the frosty winter, which many people are not used to.
Originally, Mr. Ke thought of sending out all the leaders at once and destroying the Forest Fortress first. Unfortunately, the alliance's strong men arrived too quickly. Almost at the same time as the location where Naxxramas fell was confirmed, several masters teleported
The magic circle arrives.
In less than ten minutes, the Alliance Heroes reached three-quarters of the way.
Within half an hour, in addition to the generals guarding various places, such as Shandris Yuyue, old Mograine and Serijek, the alliance bosses gathered.
The two fortresses entered a tug-of-war stage, greeting each other cordially with artillery fire.
It's not like President Ke has never sent undead troops to attack, but the big explosion before destroyed the lower level where the largest number of miscellaneous soldiers were stored.
Mr. Ke scattered tens of thousands of undead, and he didn't even use other alliance firearms to show off his power. He just used a Katyusha to clear the ground, and just blew up most of the ashes, and handed the rest to mortars.
There was no other way, so the Scourge Legion simply pretended to be dead and huddled in the fortress, with a strange attitude of saying, "I'll put up a chastity arch, but you won't come in."
Not to mention, McDonald's refused to rush in at the first opportunity.
"I need to talk to Sal first."
talk!
Must talk!
There is nothing to talk about!
This time, the sand sculpture player made a great contribution. Originally, we fought Naxxramas together, and there were already problems when we fought them together.
Two armies enter into one hole. There is a real possibility that if the advance does not go smoothly or something, they will turn around and retreat. Everyone is afraid that they will be defeated if they fail to make it.
Well now, it seems that Naxxramas has lost at least one large area to the Taurajo camp, which is enough for the tribe to play by themselves.
In addition, when Naxxramas crashed, it traversed the Barrens from west to east, pulling as it went, leaving undead and plague gas all over the ground.
Looking at the green clouds that lingered on the earth for a long time a few kilometers away, everyone shivered.
This stuff is much more powerful than the poisonous gas from World War I.
Airborne transmission, skin-to-skin transmission, almost all the communication skills in "Plague Inc." are fully utilized.
There is no other way except sending a large number of spray trains to burn it.
Even if McDonald's had prepared a large number of gas masks and biochemical protective suits, it would be useless. When you enter an epidemic area, you have to fight. Who can guarantee that your protective suits will not be pierced 100% during the battle?
Instead, this thing became an excellent buffer zone separating the Alliance and Horde armies.
Vol'jin came over on a wyvern and settled the matter in half an hour. If the Alliance or the Horde encountered a hero who became an undead after being killed in battle, they could just raise their eyebrows and return the ashes and purified relics.
There's nothing we can do about it like this.
What outsiders don’t know, but the time travelers know very well, is that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are definitely together.
Damn it, Anduin Lothar, Brainless Roar, Thoras, Durotan, it would be great if such a group of the dead could be left to the Horde.
I don’t know whether this is poisonous milk or reverse poisonous milk.
Over there, young Varian's eyes were bloodshot. He clutched something in his hand, perhaps it was a souvenir left to him by Lothar.
"Uncle Anduin, wait for me!"
King Wa is gnashing his teeth and willing to do anything for revenge. Now if you ask him to sell his wife in exchange for Kel'Thuzad's dog head, maybe he will be willing.
McDonald looked at Valeela next to him.
The historical Wa Niang blinked: "My lord, what's wrong?"
"Uh, it's okay."
His reaction was very strange, and in the eyes of Queen Xi, she immediately felt a little uncomfortable: Brat, this is over. If I don't squeeze out a child when I go back, my surname will not be Windrunner.
McDonald didn't pay attention and held a meeting in the fortress's military council hall while the alliance heroes gathered.
"According to the intelligence returned by our infiltrated elites who risked their lives..."
Someone's opening remarks made the big guys roll their eyes silently. Come on, who knows that your trident is a fighting spirit for the time being, so don't lie to others about that.
"Naxxramas before it was blown up was roughly divided into four major areas - the military area, the plague area, the structural area and the spider area, as well as the unknown core area above them. According to the intelligence, the powerful Ice Dragon Shaman
Ferron and the Lich King's top lieutenant, Kel'Thuzad, will be in the core area. Before facing the Archlich, we must be prepared to sweep at least three areas."
"Are the troops divided into three groups?" Varian asked.
"Quickly, it also means a greatly increased risk! Young man, you have to remember that you can't only have Anduin in your heart, but also your citizens, your soldiers, and the vassals who trust you.
" Magni comforted.
The Bronzebeard family has been friends with the Wrynn royal family for generations. Magni, who has lived for hundreds of years, has dealt with N Wrynn ancestors and is Varian's absolute elder. In his words, Varian is the most
Can hear it.
Pursing his lips, King Wa nodded heavily: "I understand."
"You can completely trust me, a bad old man, and your brother McDonald. He has never let anyone down."
Seeing that the atmosphere was normal, Tyrande changed the topic: "My men have already gone to conduct reconnaissance, and I believe they will have the latest information soon."
The sand sculpture player died 99% in that big explosion. When he went up to the sky with the power furnace, he also lost the opportunity to continue monitoring.
It's not that there are no players left, it's just that they don't dare to move.
Who knows what state Naxxramas is in. It might be gone if you look around. If everyone is dead, there will be no one to monitor the movement of the fortress.
When it comes to sending out reconnaissance troops, players are no match for the Night Elf Sentinel hero who specializes in reconnaissance.
Not long after, Serah Moon Guard reported back.
McDonald's expression was a bit exciting: "I thought the tribe would choose a military zone. I didn't expect it would be a structural zone."
King Wa asked anxiously: "What is in the military zone?"
McDonald's expression was solemn: "A large number of traces of death knights have been found there before. According to Kel'Thuzad's rule of managing various undead creatures separately, if Lothar is in Naxxramas, it must be in the military zone.
"
Unexpectedly, it was Varian who took the initiative and said, "I suggest that we attack the military zone in the end."
"Um?"
"To be honest, I am afraid that I will lose control if I meet Uncle Lothar. Instead of doing this, it is better for me to go to other districts first, clean up the trouble, and then concentrate on facing him."
Magni nodded: "This is a good idea."
This is not a question of sweet first and then bitter or first bitter and then sweet.
The four zones are evenly distributed like a four-leaf clover. Even if it becomes a clover now, once the offensive in a certain zone is stalled, it will be very passive.
Sera* Moon Guard pointed to the map that she had carefully drawn based on the sketches provided by sand sculpture players, although it only had the frontier areas of each district: "There is a big hole in the fortress. If we enter from here, we can defend the enemy from two sides at most.
"
After looking at the spider area with a big hole in it, McDonald decided: "This is it."
