A shrill alarm bell rang across the sky. Even though Stormwind City announced its war early, this heroic city in the southern continent, which has not experienced war in nearly 20 years, was still in slight chaos.

A large number of cargo ships that had not yet entered Storm Port hurriedly avoided them, and many captains even ordered the ship to rush to the beach. Anyway, with the help of fishmen and Naga, it was not difficult to drag the ship back into the sea. As long as the keel and crew's lives were saved, it would be fine.

At Storm Harbor, soldiers rushed into various sentry towers and turrets nervously and orderly.

"The holy light is above, how can we resist such a terrible floating fortress? Your Majesty is not here..." a general of the Storm Kingdom muttered.

"No, I'm here!" Accompanied by the powerful voices, the soldiers of the Storm Kingdom were surprised to see their king Varian Wrien wearing military uniforms. Under the escort of his two good partners and guards Valilla and Broll, they strided up to the city tower.

"Your Majesty, you have gone to the Black Winged Nest..." Not to mention the people below, even Beval, who is the governor, had no idea that Varian was here.

Varian showed a slightly wry smile: "Although I don't want to admit it, Brother Duke is really a god..."

The king is the backbone of a kingdom!

The backbone is here!

The backbone of the kingdom is right!

Most of the old soldiers who can become commanders are those who have experienced several battles or even three battles of the Dark Gate. Facing the fortress in the air that exudes the aura of evil death, the commanders have already ordered it themselves without the orders from above.

"Please all the holy water!"

"When faced those monsters, the blessed Holy Light weapon is ten thousand times better than ordinary swords."

"No, you idiots didn't say you wanted to throw away your sword. Just let you bring one more weapon!"

The following was full of controversy, but Varian bowed gently to the rear: "Please, Ms. Solanlian."

Solanlian, who walked 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, you can know that the set of maid suits written in maid suits are actually enviable for many people.

"Oh my God! How wasteful it is to dye [wave robe] into standard black and white, and then change it to maid's uniform..."

Only the Marcus family can do what is jealous of the vast majority of Dharma masters.

Varian, who had followed Duke's expedition to hurt the Marcus family, was convinced.

But even though they envy, these palace mages are all using resources to build up their resources and age. Not to mention that they are compared with Ilushia, even compared with the next-level Gina* Golden Sword, they are not as good as the talent.

Although the world of Azeroth has changed drastically recently, because the magic elements are richer than in the past and more advanced mages have emerged, talent determines the limit of a magician's growth. They are very lucky to be able to support the great mage of Xiri Duke Marcus to personally transform the magic circuit in their bodies for them, otherwise the Morning Star Mage will be their limit for the rest of their lives.

Even so, Duke barely helped them cross the threshold of Huiyue. This is the limit of the limit.

With their talents, they cannot control higher-level power at all.

No one understood at that time, why Duke insisted on spending a full amount of two years of taxes in Storm City to build twelve magistrate towers of the Bright Moon level.

Everyone doesn't understand why Duke wants to pull seedlings and encourage growth, and spends a lot of effort to cultivate twelve insignificant Masters of Huiyue.

Now everyone knows.

On the cliffs on both sides of Storm Harbor, dazzling fire lights first appeared on the four mage towers. Then, regardless of order, the other eight mage towers in Storm City also shone with the glow of flame magic.

The spiral of the tower with a standard hexagonal cone shape emits flame runes. These runes emitting surging flame elements gathered together in the air in an extremely gorgeous way, 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 circle, and then reflected it, turning into a red-eyed pillar that ran across the sky, instantly conquering the void more than 10,000 meters, and bombarding the huge floating fortress.

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

"Bang"

One black and one yellow, two colors, which symbolize darkness and flame, collided violently in the 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 the throat was dry or the eyes were stinging, everyone tried their best to open their eyes wide and witness what happened next.

Is it the powerful magic shelling that ended in failure and ineffective, causing Stormwind City, a heroic city in the southern continent that had been in operation for nearly twenty years, to be ravaged again?

Or was the other party's seemingly majestic and invincible floating fortress suffered a head-on blow, and the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind City once again defended the security fortress they had built with their sweat for twenty years?

The answer will be revealed in the next three seconds.

One second!

Two seconds!

Suddenly, the thick black protective light shield finally looked like a big stone that was sunk by huge force, making a shocking "click" sound.

In the next moment, time seemed to freeze.

Everyone can clearly see that the black protective cover was completely penetrated, and it was purely because the floating fortress seemed to have given a refraction of the flame light column at the end, so that the nightmare of being penetrated by one blow was avoided.

Even so, anyone can clearly see that the fortress in the shape of a four-corner cone was blown up, and anyone can hear the sound of the explosion that shocked the world.

Countless stones were knocked away from the floating fortress and fell into the sea like a heavy rain.

"Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen!? Naxxamas, whom Your Majesty worked hard to find!" In the command post at the core of the fortress, the great lich Kel Thujad jumped out of his foot in anger.

Many years ago, the crypt lord Anubarak led a group of undead warriors into the Nirub psychic tower, now named Naxxamas. The natural disaster forces rage in the fortress; the will of the Lich King transformed the passage of the fortress into a powerful war machine. The dark magic pulled the fortress from the ground and floated in mid-air.

I thought that as soon as Naxxaras came out, the countries of the alliance could only surrender.
Chapter completed!