Chapter 1230 The Forbidden Land of Naxxramas

The Sky-Breaking Plan - is to break the evil's rule over the sky.

Neither humans nor elves, nor the major mainstream races in the Alliance or Horde, have the ability to soar above the sky.

During these days, Naxxramas, the evil fortress of the undead, has been harassed like flies. When it is strong, it is harassed, and when it is weak, it is destroyed. Which race, which kingdom, which clan is not so angry?

The rice ears in the farmland were once again infected with the plague, the green trees in the forest became withered, and even many small herbivorous animals similar to rabbits became able to bite people.

This hatred was fully vented on Naxxramas today.

"Fire the gun! Fire the gun! Fire the gun! Don't worry about whether it will blow up the barrel. The artillery crew that doesn't blow up the barrel proves that you are lazy." Bryan Bronzebeard personally commanded the artillery array on Dalaran City.

Even in the middle of the night, everyone could see that the evil floating fortress with flames soaring into the sky was already crumbling.

"Retreat—" Kel'Thuzad had no choice but to finally issue such an order.

If Naxxramas was in perfect condition, it would certainly not be afraid of such an artillery array. The problem is that the first shot of Dalaran's main gun has destroyed Naxxramas' strongest magic defense system. Most of the thirty-six psychic arrays that served as nodes collapsed. Restructuring is not something that can be done in a month or half a quarter.

If he doesn't retreat, the mobile fortress entrusted to him by the Lich King will be lost here.

A moment ago, Naxxramas was still charging towards Dalaran. Dalaran slowly retreated, using violent artillery fire in an attempt to sink the fortress before Naxxramas rushed over.

At the last moment, everyone discovered that this extremely large floating fortress began to turn.

"Want to run?" Commanders with some brains realized that Kel'Thuzad was about to run away. Duke stood up from the command seat: "Magni! The first stage goal has been achieved, and the next step is left to you. "

Although Magni was prepared, he was still a little stunned: "Do you, the commander of the alliance, have to take the risk yourself?"

Duke smiled smartly: "There are some things that only I can do. And my woman is trapped. If I don't save her, who will save her?"

Duke said this, which undoubtedly confirmed the gossip he had with Sylvanas and Tyrande. Of course, the dwarfs didn't care at all.

"Be careful!" Kurdran attacked, and the remaining Magni and Gelbin warned Duke at the same time.

Duke smiled: "Don't worry, just Kel'Thuzad can't keep me!"

Every strong man has his own mission. When Magni took over the Skybreaker, the fighting style of the entire fleet changed.

Showy!

Unspeakably coquettish!

The three ships each went their own way. The Flying Dutchman maneuvered in an S-shaped snake shape, the Skybreaker relied on its powerful magical protection ability and extremely thick armor splints to move straight in a 1-shape, and finally the Black Pearl moved in a 3-shape. Harassment.

The air fleet distanced itself from Naxxramas and only used guerrilla warfare to deal with this aerial fortress.

If the air fleet and Naxxramas were to fight to the death, Kel'Thuzad would definitely take down all the Alliance's airships first. Now it has become a guerrilla war, and Dalaran is still chasing after him. Even if he thinks about the problem with his withered toes, he knows that if Naxxramas continues like this, it is absolutely impossible to survive the endless sea, and he is afraid of falling into the sea. Destruction, that is the only ending.

Kel'Thuzad didn't want to fall into the sea, which was said to be the territory of N'Zoth, the most difficult of the Old Gods of Azeroth.

Returning to the command center, Kel'Thuzad's eyes glowed red: "Everyone is ready! We are going to implement the [Cold Wind Project]!"

When Kel'Thuzad mentioned this name, all his men were stunned.

At this moment, Duke used a magical message to contact Thrall.

In the magical mirror, the young warchief looked much older. He was clearly in his early twenties. Duke saw that Thrall had a few pale silver threads on his temples.

"The success of Blackwing Lair, I heard Grom said. First of all, thank you for the help you provided to the tribe. This time you successfully killed the traitor. On behalf of the tribe, I would like to express my highest gratitude to the alliance. What should I do now? ?" Thrall saluted Duke without saying a word.

"About your previous request for help from the Alliance..."

"The Alliance is finally willing to send troops!?" Although Thrall tried hard to suppress his emotions, his eyes were filled with desire.

This is not his fault. The insect swarm army emerging from Ahn'Qiraj in Silithus is too terrifying. Even if hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians of the tribe work together to fight together, they are unable to fight against this terrifying insect tide.

In addition, Naxxramas was raging and swept away almost all the main cities of every race in the tribe, which further dampened the will of the tribal people to fight.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Alliance is the only savior of the Horde.

Unfortunately, what Thrall saw was Duke shaking his head: "Until the Alliance handles the Amani trolls and the Hakkari who believe in the evil god Hakkar and other trolls, the Alliance will not be able to expedition to Kalimdor."

"No...even if it's just the Theramore army and the night elves...for the sake of the tribe's cooperation with the alliance since its rebirth..." Thrall still wanted to play the emotional card.

Duke shook his head firmly.

Sal trembled all over and his eyes dimmed.

"Then...is there anything else? If not..."

At this time, Duke showed a bad expression: "If the Alliance doesn't send troops, it doesn't mean it can't solve Silithus's troubles!"

"Huh!?" Sal's expression was very exciting, and after he heard Duke's words, his expression became even more exciting.

A few minutes later, Naxxramas.

Although someone once said that explosions are art, the guy who is regarded as a work of art is not having an easy time at the moment.

There were explosions everywhere, choking smoke, and turbulent flows of magic elements.

"Be careful of Alliance raids! If you find someone from the Alliance, report it immediately."

"All cursed cultists remove their hoods and submit to inspection!"

It must be said that Kel'Thuzad was very careful. If anyone was so bold as to put on the black robe of the Cursed Sect and try to sneak in, then he would definitely die miserably.

However, no one would pay attention to low-level lichs like Anand.

Just like that, Anand, who appeared out of nowhere, went straight in and out, from the outer area to half of the military zone. From time to time, he grabbed one or two lichs and asked for directions, and arrived at Naxxramas. core location.

In the middle of four huge pillars carved with statues of the Lich King Arthas, there is a green portal. Two lichs and four death knights, with twenty-four powerful abominations, guarded the portal motionlessly.

No matter how chaotic the outside world is, no matter how many undead monsters are running around in panic, no monster will approach here without a sharp eye.

This is an absolutely forbidden place!

Suddenly, they saw Kel'Thuzad coming.