The grim alarm bell rang in the sky, and Stormwind City declared a state of war early, but this southern continent city, which had not experienced war for nearly 20 years since the Dark Gate was recovered after World War II, was still in a slight chaos. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A large number of cargo ships that had not yet entered the port of Storm hurriedly dodged, and even many captains ordered the ships to wash up on the beach, anyway, with the help of the fishman and the naga, it was not difficult to drag the ship back into the sea, as long as the keel and the crew were saved.

On Storm Harbor, the soldiers rushed into the various guard towers and turrets in a nervous and orderly manner.

"Holy Light above, how can we resist such a terrible floating fortress, and Your Majesty is not ......here," muttered a Stormwind Kingdom general.

"No, I'm here!" The soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom were pleasantly surprised to see their king, Varian Wrynn, dressed in military uniform, striding up to the castle tower, accompanied by his two good companions and bodyguards, Valera and Broll.

"Your Majesty, didn't you go to Blackwing's Lair......" Not to mention the people below, even Berval, who is a prisoner, has no idea that Varian is here.

Varian gave a slight wry smile, "I don't want to admit it, but Brother Duke is really like a god......

The king is the backbone of a kingdom!

The backbone of the Lord's heart is in!

The backbone of the kingdom is here!

Most of the people who can become commanders are veterans who have experienced several major battles, and even three battles of the Dark Gate. Facing the fortress in the air that exuded the aura of evil death, there was no need for orders from above, the commanders had already given orders on their own.

"Bring out all the holy water!"

"Against those monsters, blessed Holy Light weapons are ten thousand times better than ordinary swords. ”

"No, no, you fools, you didn't say you would throw away your sword. It's just for you to bring an extra weapon!"

There was a lot of excitement below, but at the head of the city, Varian bowed lightly to the rear: "Please." Ms. Solanlian. ”

Solan Lian, who came out of the city tower, was still wearing a seemingly ridiculous maid suit. But from the envious and jealous eyes of several court mages of the Storm Kingdom, it is known that the set of writing maid clothes is actually a magic robe, which is envied by many people.

"Oh my God, how violent is it to dye the [Fluctuating Robe] to standard black and white, and then change it to a maid's suit......

can use the things that the majority of the masters look at as maid clothes, and the Marcus family can do it.

For the arrogance of the Marcus family, Varian, who had been on an expedition with Duke, was convinced.

But envy is envy, these court mages are all Huiyue mages who are piled up with resources and boiled out with age, not to mention that compared with Illusia, Rao is compared with the second-tier Gina * Golden Sword, and they are also very inferior in talent.

Although the world of Azeroth has changed dramatically recently, and more high-level mages have emerged because the magic element is more abundant than in the past, talent is the thing that determines the limit of a mage's growth. They were lucky enough to have Archmage Duke Marcus personally help them to transform the magic circuits in their bodies, otherwise the Morning Star Mage would be their limit for the rest of their lives.

Rao is like this, Duke can also help them cross the threshold of Huiyue, this is the limit of the limit.

With their talents, they simply couldn't control the power of the higher levels.

At the time, everyone didn't understand why Duke insisted on spending a very high price equal to two years of taxes in Stormwind City to build twelve moon-level mage towers.

Everyone didn't understand why Duke wanted to pull out the seedlings and help them grow, and spend a lot of effort to cultivate twelve Archmages who were not very qualified.

Now you know.

On the cliffs on both sides of Stormwind Harbor, the four mage towers were lit up with dazzling fire, and then, in no particular order, the other eight mage towers in Stormwind City also shone with the glow of fire magic.

The standard hexagonal pyramid-shaped spire emitted flame runes that emitted surging flame elemental fluctuations that converged magnificently in mid-air, forming a huge magic array the size of five football fields.

The next moment, the blazing sunlight broke through the clouds and landed on this exaggerated magic array, which was immediately reflected and turned into a pillar of red light across the sky, instantly conquering the void of more than 10,000 meters, and bombarding the huge floating fortress fiercely.

A terrifying dark aura poured out around the fortress, forming a hemispherical shield of light in an instant, blocking the golden pillar of light.

"Bang-"

One black, one yellow, two colors symbolizing darkness and flame collided fiercely in mid-air.

This brief confrontation firmly attracted the attention of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City.

No one dared to look away, even if their throats were dry and their eyes were tingling, everyone still tried their best to keep their eyes open to witness what happened next.

Was it the powerful magical artillery bombardment that ended in failure and ineffectiveness, and made Stormwind City, a heroic city in the Southern Continent that had been in operation for nearly twenty years, tragically ravaged again?

Or is it that the other side's seemingly mighty and invincible floating fortress is under a head-on blow, and the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind once again hold the safe fortress they have forged with their blood and sweat for twenty years?

The answer was revealed in the next three seconds.

One second!

Two seconds!

Suddenly, the thick black protective light shield was like a big stone that had been dented by a huge force, making an earth-shattering "click" sound.

In the next moment, time seemed to freeze.

Anyone could clearly see that the black shield was completely pierced, purely because the Floating Fortress seemed to give a refraction to the pillar of flame light at the end, so as to avoid the nightmare of being pierced by a blow.

Even so, anyone can clearly see that the entire northeast corner of the fortress, which is in the shape of a four-cornered cone, has been blown up. Anyone can hear the earth-shattering sound.

Countless rocks were knocked off the floating fortress and plunged into the sea like a heavy rain.

"Damn! Damn! How can this be!?Naxxramas, Your Majesty has worked so hard to find!" In the command post at the very heart of the fortress, the Grand Lich Kel'thugad jumped to his feet in anger.

Years ago, the Crypt Lord Anubaraq led a group of undead warriors into the Nerub Psychic Tower, now known as Naxxramas. Scourge forces wreak havoc in the fortress, and the Lich King's will transforms the fortress's passages into powerful war machines. Dark magic lifted the fortress from the ground and floated it in mid-air.

I thought that as soon as Naxxramas came out, the countries of the alliance could only raise their hands and surrender.

Who knew Duke would turn the Stormwind elite into a hedgehog city armed to the teeth, leaving Naxxramas at a loss for even Naxxramas?