Hearing Wen Leisha's order, her Silver Covenant rangers and mages took out their weapons and aimed them at targets in the air. Arrows, ice arrows, fireballs, and more attack the gargoyle army that flies into the sky one by one.

However, under the influence of this doubling blizzard, the vast majority of attacks were already off track before they hit the gargoyles, and the gargoyles holding the plague barrels were agile enough to dodge them, and less than half of them hit their targets.

In addition, another lookout noticed that a huge ice floe suddenly appeared in front of him. On top of the ice floe, twelve meat grinders were winding, followed by plague barrels that emitted an unknown green scent.

"Air Force Sortie!"

Finding that the long-range attack was not working well, the Grand Duke of Berval decisively ordered.

"For Monoregan!"

Facing the wind and snow, the dwarf air force wearing goggles flew out in a plane. Some of them faced the gargoyles in the sky, while others, under the cover of mages, rangers, and the rest of the ranged units, rushed towards the meat grinder on the huge ice floe that was throwing plague barrels downward.

It's just that it takes time for the plane to take off, and the meat grinder with the projection function obviously won't stop and wait for them. With the sound of a bowstring tightening, twelve plague barrels flew high with force and fired towards the side of the Alliance fleet.

"Stop them!"

Needless to say, the people on board knew that the plague barrel was no fun. Who knows what Alsace put in that bucket?

As a result, countless attacks rushed into the twelve plague barrels in mid-air, including spells, arrows, and the hammer of holy light, which was almost condensed. Under this covering long-range strike, all twelve plague barrels exploded in mid-air.

However, before everyone could rejoice, the exploding barrel of plague billowed smoke in mid-air, and came towards the fleet with the wind and snow.

"It's not good, it's poison gas!"

Blessed by the Light, Bowval's voice was heard around in an instant.

"Mage, blow them away!"

Just how powerful the plague of the Scourge is, this is something that all the warriors know. The mages did not dare to slack off, and one by one they activated the magic power in their bodies and turned it into a violent wind, intending to blow away these poisonous gases.

Strange is also one of them. Beside him, Ronin cast spells while still having the energy to perfect Strange's spell casting moves.

Thanks to the efforts of the mages, these poisonous gases were blown away. But before that, there were already people who had been hurt by it.

The icebreaker at the front was too far in front of it, and it was too late to slow down when the poison gas came. The green smoke swept through the ship, causing most of the crew and soldiers on board to fall one by one.

They screamed, and poisonous sores quickly grew in the places where the poisonous gas blew them, and they fell to the ground and rolled on the ground in pain. The entire icebreaker also lost control and crashed into the huge ice floe in front of it, making a loud clicking sound.

Under the watchful eyes of the rear personnel, the icebreaker ran aground on the huge ice floes in front of it, blocking the way of the ships behind.

To add insult to injury, the huge ice floes were carrying the icebreaker towards the Alliance fleet behind because of the flow of water, as if trying to sink them all. The remaining two icebreakers bore the brunt of the attack.

"Follow me!"

Unexpectedly, the alliance's coalition forces were hit like this before even the Northrend continent could see it, and Boval only felt the anger in his body surge. Standing at the bow of the ship, he jumped high, picked up a heavy hammer and jumped over a distance of nearly ten meters, jumping onto the icebreaker in front of him.

Behind him, more than a dozen high-ranking paladins made the same moves as him.

This team rushed to the ice floe. They quickly dealt with the undead guarding the meat grinder and the twelve meat grinders, and then raised their weapons in unison.

"For Stormwind!!

"For Stormwind!!

Led by the Grand Duke of Berval, the dozen brave warriors shouted loudly. Patches of light appeared around them, illuminating the sledgehammer in Boval's hand a golden hue.

Then the scope of the light became smaller and smaller, but it became brighter and brighter. Eventually, a layer of embodied light enveloped the two-handed hammer, making it appear to be twice as large.

"Ha !!"

The Grand Duke of Boval exhaled, stood at the highest point of the ice floe and smashed the sledgehammer in his hand. With a loud sound of shaking the mountains, a large crack appeared from the top of the ice floe and quickly expanded below the ice floe.

In less than a minute, this huge ice floe began to disintegrate. As the large ice blocks above fell, there was a huge splash of water, and the icebreaker, which was held hostage by the ice floe, lost its support and slowly sank in the sea, and only a few warriors of extraordinary strength who still had the strength to carry this wave of poison gas escaped and returned to the ship with the panting Boval and other fighters.

"Have the priest brush them with holy light and carefully examine the treatment."

Putting down the cracked hammer in his hand, Bolval took the bandage handed over by the medic and expertly bandaged his hands that had been cracked by the blow just now. A priest stepped forward and took the gas-infected wounded for examination and treatment.

Not far away, a huge iceberg was crumbled to a size that the icebreaker could accept. Although this caused some ups and downs and collisions for the icebreaker in front of it, it did not really take irreparable damage.

In the sky, the gargoyles and the air fighters of Romrogan are still at war.

One-on-one, gargoyles are no match for airplanes, not even one-on-two. But at this time, the gargoyles in the sky had a large area of black oppression, occupying a numerical advantage.

Coupled with the fact that the Air Force needed to intercept the gargoyles lest they throw the plague barrels on their claws into the warships below, the air battle was in a stalemate from the very beginning.

Gargoyles and fighters staggered by, causing many ranged attackers below to stop their movements, and only a few mages and rangers had the certainty of avoiding their own planes hitting the enemy in this chaotic battlefield. The rest of the group stared at the defense line above to avoid any gargoyles slipping through the net.

"The third!"

Brian Copperbeard closes his left eye and takes aim with his right eye with a dwarven musket. With a bang, a gargoylee fell.

Although he is not a hunter, his marksmanship is not bad.

After a few minutes, it was discovered that the gargoyles were unable to break through the Alliance's air defenses, and that their numbers were dwindling, and the Lich King on the Frozen Throne activated another plan.