When Naxxramas obscured the sky, the entire city of Lordaeron lost its voice.

Because this is not a small tomb in the game, but a whole moving floating fortress.

Legion technology, shocking.

At a time when Dalaran had not yet ascended to heaven, the generals of Naxxramas were like a three-view crusher spreading a spiritual silence effect.

It turns out that this is the real strength of the Lich King Naozu.

When Carlos tangled Tirio. When Ferdin's gang and his gang thwarted the spread of natural plagues, Naozu allocated the resources of the Icecrown Glacier.

Icecrown Fortress is no longer repaired.

Gargoyles don't carve anymore.

Two of the three floating fortresses that began construction during the same period were also suspended.

In this way, under the urging of the supreme policy of the Scourge Legion, which concentrated on great things, Naxxramas entered the WTO brilliantly.

Big is good, and flying is beautiful.

Although advanced equipment such as the Burning Legion's Magic Energy Deathlight Cannon was stillborn due to the fear of the collective "absenteeism" of the Demon Kings.

But weapons of mass destruction, featuring the undead, will never be absent.

"It can't be!"

The appearance of Naxxramas made Merry. Winter Wind is a little skeptical about life.

As a technological pioneer on the human side, Dalaran naturally has floating technology, and even because of the war disasters suffered during the Second Orc War, Violet Castle has completed the levitation of the fortress.

These are absolutely secret for Merry. A patriarch of the Tirith Law Council of Winterwind's caliber wasn't a real secret.

But when Naxxramas actually appeared, all beings were only terrified of its majesty, and only the mages would marvel at its beauty.

It was the beauty of the brilliance of magic!

It should be admired that Nao Aozu is also a master when he is alive, or he still sighs that the Burning Legion is really a master of playing with flying machines.

The magic masters in the world are really all urine......

Such a large floating fortress, floating from Northrend, could not have arrived with Arthas.

By elimination, if the Lich King had the ability to open a portal from Northrend that could contain Naxxramas, the Burning Legion would have penetrated the Great Barrier of Azeroth and started the Three-Light Journey.

So there is only one truth, this is an organized and premeditated military operation.

Under the Lich King's sleepless calculations, the floating Necropolis Naxxramas avoided the dragons of the human ocean-going fleet through a long and complicated sea route, and quietly crossed the barrier of the Arctic Sea to reach Lordaeron.

In this way, the Scourge seems to be telling rebels like Carlos that resistance is futile———— resistance.

The seemingly heavy and slow Naxxramas are actually extremely fast.

When Carlos had a flash of lightning, he sensed that something was wrong, and the Necropolis was less than twenty kilometers away from the walls of Lordaeron.

Throwing the stitching monster's shredded flesh and bones off his blade, Carlos glanced at the Lordaeron Hall in the distance.

Carlos could feel that Arthas was there, sitting in what had once belonged to Terenus. On the throne of Minecil II.

Carlos could feel it, Arthas was laughing, he was laughing, he was wiping the frost sorrow from the corner of his cloak, he was silently mocking————Come kill me, my dear brother-in-law, kill me, kill me, kill me for the sake of your alliance."

Then, witness the destruction of Lordaeron.

Fate is so ridiculous, there is always a choice to make.

Carlos sighed, his heart filled with inexplicable sadness.

It took too much time to fight the Death Knights, too much time to rush into the palace to save those who were still alive, and too much time to kill the Scourge soldiers in an efficient but slow way to preserve their strength.

Now, retribution has come.

Alsace is just around the corner and Carlos has absolute confidence that he can win.

Naxxramas is also not far away, and if you ignore it, Lordaeron will be left untouched.

Naxxramas isn't scary, it's the demons and goblins that are loaded into the Necropolis.

If the news is obtained in advance, both the guardian dragon legion and the magicians of Dalaran have enough means to blast Naxxramas down from the sky.

Even when the Hammer Clan is called for help, the intrepid Griffin Knights and mechanical aircraft can stop the Necropolis's progress.

But Naozu succeeded, and its sleepless intrigue and calculations concealed everyone.

Lordaeron was the only one who was able to stop Naxxramas at this time.

Regardless of the life or death of the people of Lordaeron, they insisted on killing Arthas, or they went against the tide to kill the fortresses of the Scourge that were full of institutions.

Carlos had to choose one or the other.

When Arthas waited impatiently and got up to leave his throne and stepped out of the palace, the courtyard was littered with corpses.

Some were the royal guards of Lordaeron that he killed, and some were the Scourge soldiers that Carlos had chopped into pieces.

"What a boring man, a pathetic soul bound by morality."

Arthas, under the control of Naozu's evil taste, sat on the throne and awaited a possible duel of kings.

What was waiting for was only the lonely back of the lonely high who was walking against the wind in the distance.

As the distance approached, the fortress cannon mounted in the Necropolis had begun to warm up, and the muzzles of plague and fire were aimed at the city of Lordaeron.

Thousands of gargoyles were brought to life after being infused with necromantic magic, and Su spread his wings and polished his claws.

The elite ghouls of one in a hundred fell into a state of frenzy under the influence of inducers.

Necromancers are preparing poison clouds and neurotoxins.

An aberration technician injects the abomination with a plague pathogen.

Tens of thousands of undead bones have been arranged in a phalanx and placed on the teleportation circle.

A little closer, a little closer, and the Death Knights in Lordaeron will be able to summon one phalanx of skeletons from Naxxramas to propulsion.

For them, the killing efficiency is too low now.

Merry. The winter wind stood high and saw far away, and naturally spotted Carlos flying into the sky.

Although he was curious about the pair of geometric wings that emitted strong fluctuations of holy light, the old mage still admired Carlos's bravery and stupidity.

The so-called fortress is an artificial miracle condensed by the strength of many people.

Every brick, every tile, every support beam, and every firepower cannon are all magic that has been accumulated over time and belongs to mortals.

No matter how strong Carlos is, can he still use the 10 billion cells in his body to fight against the magical fortress that the Scourge Legion spent tens of millions of man-hours to build?

It can't be done.

Merry. Winter Wind thought about it, Alodi can't do it, Egwen can't do it, Medivan can't do it, I'm afraid only those dragon kings can do it.

Although some admire the bravery and responsibility of the generalissimo of the human alliance, Merry. Winter Wind didn't have the consciousness to accompany Carlos to death.

So, the old mage gathered his magic and cast an arcane wisdom spell on Carlos as a gesture of friendship, and left Lordaeron.

Although he ceased to be a living man a hundred years ago, Merry. Winter Wind still doesn't have a penchant for killing.