Chapter 1293: Dispose of garbage

Dalaran can also fly, but as the capital of a country, Dalaran rushes to the front line, and it is not good to break it. Minutes after the outer mage tower was blown out, the mage new training institution that hurt the center position, not to mention whether Ronin would die if he came back, anyway, Duke died with heartache.
Dalaran is now his back garden plus talent training base!
So whether it's offensive or defensive, Naxxramas must come first.
As the league's strongest offensive fortress, how can it satisfy the vanity of Duke, a giant ship cannonist, without thousands of cannons?
But rebuilding the Flying Fortress is not an easy task.
To blame, blame Duke for tossing Naxxramas too thoroughly.
First let Dalaran send it a main gun, then fell high and fell to Ahn'Qirali.
In the end, Duke abandoned several districts for cleaning.
As a result, Naxxramas is now empty inside, and many places are hollow. I do n’t know how long it takes to rebuild.
But now the league does not have the margin to do this.
Duke can only install large and small artillery on the fortress through the balance weight calculated by the system.
Balance is important.
Either a boat or an airplane, the weight balance must be calculated before departure, otherwise it will overturn ...
At the moment when the plague area was almost extinct, the weight of the artillery was a huge amount of engineering. Fortunately, Duke has a system wizard to help calculate.
After spending three full days, the dwarf artisans worked almost overtime and worked overtime to help Naxxramas install about 2,000 cannons and prepare about 50,000 tons of shells.
Don't look at a lot of 50,000 tons. The dwarven things were all rough and tough before the industrialization was insufficient. Not much to use.
but……
"It's enough for the time being." Duke concluded.
In the command hall of Naxxramas, there was a sudden turmoil.
"When is it offensive?" The questioner was Roaring Grom.
For a while now, he could only defend, and for the brave orcs, he had long been broken.
Moreover, the huge worm nests in Silithus are the biggest scourge. As long as the worm nest is not destroyed, the inside of the worm will constantly produce a large number of large bugs, and look for trouble everywhere.
These devastating bugs, or worms, are absolutely terrible. They are not vegetarian, and anything that can be called biological can be their food.
Vultures in the sky, large scorpions and snakes running across the desert, and even cacti can be their prey. The queen of the Swarm replenished with nutrients like this, and gave birth to four-digit eggs every day. In less than ten days, a new batch of large bugs will burst out and continue to harm everything.
So it is imperative to destroy the insect nest.
Facing the question of Howler, Duke groaned a bit: "Laughter! I say hello to the Dragons first!"
Duke didn't notice, or Duke intentionally or unintentionally got a pair of eyes that became full of hatred because of the word "Big Houhou".
Compared to the tribe whose home was destroyed, there is an alliance leader who hates these bugs more. But since he arrived at Cenarion Fortress, everything has failed him.
Correct! He is Fandal Deer Helmet!
He died, eager to launch an offensive against the Swarm, but he was held down by Tyrande, forbidding him and his elite druids from leaving the fortress to attack before the main force returned.
As a result, he hated even Duke.
Now that Duke is attacking for the sake of preparation, he is gritting his teeth.
However, Duke ignored the goods, he asked Magni to discuss with Thrall, and he used a compass to find Alekstasza.
"Yo! My dear, are you worried about the big trash in the void?"
"The wreckage of the Burning Legion slightly."
The Red Dragon Queen in the magic mirror lighted up.
The continuous war in the void has caused many losses to both the enemy and us. Although the war dead of the Dragon race have their companions to receive their corpses, they are sent back to the Dragon Bone through the portal to be buried, but a large number of demonic space battleship remains have become a headache.
If it is a demon's body, the dragon can still hit it with a strong body, and the harder and larger wreckage will not work.
And with the increasing number of wrecks, the ability of the dragon to search for enemies has been significantly reduced.
Suddenly, Duke brought up the large garbage, and Alexstrasza was genuinely interested.
"Hey, what good suggestion, let's just listen to ..."
No one knew what Duke had discussed with the Queen.
Anyway, the days of the army's call are coming soon.
Dark Gate March 18, 22 at 8:00 in the morning.
Unusually, Duke was not responsible for the total coalition attack this time.
As the chief commander is the artillery maniac of Magni, and the deputy commanders are Thrall and Tyrande.
Outsiders may be puzzled, but those who are more familiar with the Alliance know that under the guidance of Duke, the medieval war mode has been completely abandoned by the Alliance. Now, as long as conditions permit, all the specials are artillery scrubbing, and all the active things in the field of vision are blown away.
No, today, it's more special.
Standing on the open platform of Naxos Master, overlooking the earth three kilometers away, this feeling is really subtle. This height has already exceeded the height that flying insects can climb.
What is hanging? This is hanging!
Thrall's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have seen the end of the battle.
This cannon-like war against primitive people is so unreasonable.
"Okay! Sir Tyrande Whisperwind, now that Duke has given you the opening, then my little ones and I are going to watch the show first." Magni gave up the theme directly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Bronzebeard." Tyrande was also unpretentious and stood directly in the middle.
Time is up!
Tyrande lifted his head slightly. It seemed that two sharp gods were released in the clear pupils. It penetrated the space, penetrated the clouds, and stared straight into space.
One second later, Tyrande's turquoise, long green hair fluttered without wind, flying high and hunting.
She just held a golden armband and raised her right arms high, showing a streamlined and soft muscle line. She devoted all her mind, as if exploring something and guiding something.
She was shining brightly, and under the power of Elune, the clear sky suddenly became dark. The sun and clouds seemed to disappear, and everyone stared at the stars in the sky.
Above the atmosphere, a Void Warship that has been broken for many years is being orbited by the drag of several ancient dragons, falling from the planet's synchronous orbit into the designated line.
Soon, in a dark void, a long, shining line of fire illuminated the entire defense zone of the guardian dragon.
Even during patrol, the soaring dragon still twisted his neck, looking at the bright fiery red.