Stratholme God

   Chapter 803 is here

  The weather suddenly changed from a hot summer to a frosty winter, which many people are not used to.

   Originally, Ke always wanted to send all the leaders in one breath, and destroy the forest fortress first. It's a pity that the alliance powerhouses came too fast. Almost at the same time as the location of Naxxramas' fall was confirmed, several archmages were killed by the teleportation circle.

   In less than ten minutes, the League of Heroes reached three-quarters of the way.

   For half an hour, in addition to the generals guarding various places, such as Shandris Feathermoon, old Mograine, and Serriek, the alliance leaders gathered.

  The two fortresses entered the stage of tug-of-war, greeting each other cordially with artillery.

It's not like   ke has never sent undead troops to attack, but the previous big explosion blew up the lower floor that had the most miscellaneous soldiers.

  Kong scatters tens of thousands of undead out, even without the use of other firearms in the alliance to show his power, just a Katyusha to wash the ground, so he raised most of the ashes, and the rest was handed over to the mortars.

   No way, the Scourge Legion simply pretended to be dead, and huddled in the fortress, with a wonderful momentum of "I will put a chastity arch and you will not come in".

   Not to mention, McDonald's refused to go in immediately.

   "I need to talk to Thrall first."

  Talk!

   Must talk!

   Nothing to talk about!

   This time, the sand sculpture player made a great contribution. Originally playing Naxxramas, and especially playing together, there was a problem.

   One hole is so special that two armies can enter. There is really a contingency. If the advance is not smooth or something, if you turn your head and turn your head, you will be a jumper.

  It's good now, it seems that Naxxramas has at least dropped a large area to the Taurazu camp, which is enough for the tribe to play by itself.

   In addition, when Naxxramas crashed, it traversed the barren land from west to east, pulling while walking, throwing away the undead and the plague gas.

   Looking at the green mist that lingered on the ground for a long time a few kilometers away, everyone trembled.

   This thing is much more powerful than the poison gas of World War I.

  What air transmission, what skin contact transmission, almost all the transmission skills in "Plague Company" are full.

   There is absolutely no other way than sending a large number of spray trains to burn.

   Even if McDonald's had prepared a lot of gas masks and biochemical protective suits, it would be useless. You have to fight when you enter the epidemic area. Who can guarantee that your protective suit will not be 100% pierced during the battle?

  This thing turned out to be an excellent buffer between Alliance and Horde armies.

  Vol'jin rides a flying dragon over here, and we can talk about it in half an hour. If the Alliance or the Horde encounter a hero who has become an undead after his death, he will directly raise it, and return to return the ashes and purified relics.

   There is no way to talk about it like this.

   Outsiders don’t know, but the traveler knows very well that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are absolutely nested together.

   Damn, Anduin Lothar, Brainless Roar, Thoras, Durotan, it would be great if such a group of the dead could be left to the Horde.

   I don't know if this is poisoned milk or reverse poisoned milk.

   Over there, young Varian's eyes were bloodshot, and he grasped something in his hand, perhaps it was a souvenir that Lothar left him.

   "Uncle Anduin, wait for me!"

   King Wa's gnashing teeth would do anything for revenge, and now you tell him to sell his wife for Kel'Thuzad's dog head, maybe he will.

   McDonald looked at Valeera beside him.

  Waniang in history blinked: "My lord, what's wrong?"

   "Uh, it's okay."

   His reaction was very strange, and it fell into Queen Xi's eyes, and it suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: Brat, it's over, I won't be named Windrunner until I go back and squeeze out a child.

   McDonald didn't care, and took advantage of the gathering of the heroes of the alliance, and held a meeting in the military conference hall of the fortress.

   "According to the information sent back by our infiltrating elite who risked their lives..."

  Someone's opening remarks made the big guys roll their eyes silently. Come on, who knows that your trident is considered a war spirit for the time being, so don't lie to others.

"Naxxramas before it was blown up is roughly divided into four major areas - the military area, the plague area, the structural area and the spider area, as well as the unknown core area above it. According to the information, the powerful Ice Dragon Sa Philon and the Lich King's number one lieutenant, Kel'Thuzad, will be in the core area. Before facing the Arch Lich, we must prepare to sweep at least three areas."

   "Are the troops divided into three?" Varian asked.

"Fast, it also means a huge increase in risk! Young people, you have to remember that you can't have only one Anduin in your heart, but also your citizens, your soldiers, and the vassals who trust you. ' Magni consoled.

  The Bronzebeard family has been friends with the Wrynn royal family for generations. Magni, who has lived for hundreds of years, has dealt with the ancestors of N Ren Wrynn, and is the absolute elder of Varian. Varian listened best to his words.

"I understand."

   "You can totally trust me, this bad old man, and your big brother McDonald, who has never let anyone down."

   Seeing that the atmosphere was normal, Tyrande took advantage of the situation to change the topic: "My men have already gone to reconnaissance, and there must be the latest information soon."

  The sand sculpture player hung up 99% of the time in the big explosion. While going to the sky with the power furnace, he also lost the opportunity to continue monitoring.

   It’s not that there are no players left, it’s just that they don’t dare to move.

  The ghost knows what the state of Naxxramas is, maybe he will be gone when he probes, and no one will monitor the fortress's movement trajectory when he dies.

   When sending out reconnaissance troops, players can’t compare to the night elf sentinel heroes who specialize in reconnaissance.

   Not long after, Sierra * Moon Guard returns.

   McDonald's expression was a bit exciting: "I thought the tribe would choose a military zone. I didn't expect it to be a tectonic zone."

  Wang Wang anxiously asked: "What's in the military zone?"

McDonald's looked awe-inspiring: "A large number of death knights were found there before. According to Kel'Thuzad's ability to manage various undead creatures separately, if Lothar is in Naxxramas, it must be in the military zone. "

  Unexpectedly, it was Varian who came forward: "I propose to fight the military zone last."

"Um?"

   "To tell you the truth, I'm afraid that if I run into Uncle Lothar, I'll lose control. Instead, let me go to other areas first, clean up the troubles, and then concentrate on facing him."

  Magney nodded: "This is a solution."

   This is not a matter of sweet and bitter or bitter and sweet.

  The four areas are evenly distributed like a four-leaf clover. Even if it is now in the shape of a clover, once the offensive against a certain area is stopped, it will be very passive.

Sera * Moon Guard pointed to the map that she redrawn based on the sketch provided by the sand sculpture player, although only the frontier districts of each district: "There is a big hole in the fortress, if we enter from here, we can defend against the enemy on two sides at most. "

   Looking at the spider area with a big hole, McDonald made a decision: "It's here."

   (end of this chapter)