Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 592: Gold

"call out--"

The shrill whistle came from far away, as if the god of death was swooping down from the sky.

The orc warriors who came to Azeroth for the first time had no idea what was going on.

The moonlight was not very good tonight, and they could only look around stupidly.

But Kilrogg Deadeye, the chieftain of the Blood Hollow clan who had experienced the battle of Blackrock Spire in the Burning Gorge, had a drastic change of expression. His wrinkled face was suddenly squeezed together with horror. He yelled at the top of his voice: "Fire! Disperse! Lie down—"

Then he hid himself behind the Dark Portal.

What the hell is shelling?

The rookie orc warrior didn't understand, but the veteran orcs around him did.

Not to mention the orc veterans, even the Death Knights who claimed to be fearless of ordinary physical attacks had to crawl on the ground and curl up like a hedgehog before this doomsday-like force.

There were only the stupid new recruits, some of whom stayed where they were, not knowing what to do, some of whom spread their legs as if trying to run away from the danger zone, and some of whom held up large wooden shields in an attempt to block the shells that were theoretically javelins and axes.

It's all in vain!

Knowing that the orcs would come out of the Dark Portal again, for two years, the agreed field battles were turned into a turret defense game. Do you really think that Duke, such a crazy guy, would not do something?

impossible!

After calculating the distance between the Dark Portal and the original Nethergarde Fort, Duke first discovered a serious problem:

The Cursed Land is a kettle-like terrain, surrounded by steep mountains that are difficult to climb. The original site was stuck next to the only exit. Anyone who wants to leave the Cursed Land must go through the double baptism of artillery fire and bows and arrows.

Moreover, the Watchtower was built at the highest point of the hill, and anyone who wanted to attack it would have to go through a painful upward attack.

Looks good, but...

The original site of Nethergarde was too far away from the Dark Portal, so far that even the most far-reaching artillery fire of this era could not reach it.

This is an absolute disadvantage.

Duke also understood that playing magic near the Dark Portal was suicidal. Once the chaotic magical energy involved a space rift, both the enemy and us would be doomed.

So Duke's response is to expand Nethergarde.

It turns out that the Watchtower in history was just a single-layer wall, and when the orcs led by Ner'zhul passed through the Dark Portal for the second time, that Watchtower was just a low-level stone castle, and was not the complete one that would appear thirty years later.

Duke accelerated and changed all of this with the Arcane Golem.

The current Nethergarde Fort is at least ten times larger than the original one, and is arranged in the shape of three concentric circles, with three layers of walls inside, inside and outside.

The innermost circle is naturally the original site of Watchtower, standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire Cursed Land.

The middle circle is divided into two parts, the front and back. There is a huge train yard near the Swamp of Sorrows and a series of temporary unloading yards. The side near the Dark Portal is a defensive area like a city wall, with a large number of inhumane defense devices, such as a small magic tower that specifically amplifies the magic power of magicians.

The outermost circle is a stepped bombardment range that occupies less than a quarter of the cursed land.

There are seven layers in total, and each layer has a stone wall more than five meters high, equipped with standard arrow towers, shooting holes and a large number of mortars, enough to accommodate 5,000 defenders. The distance between each layer is about 300 meters.

The thirty-six fortress guns were actually railway guns, installed on train skins on the rails. Behind each fortress gun was a locomotive, and once the front line fell, the train would directly pull the guns back along the rails.

Of course, in addition to the locomotive, there are also winches for manual pulling and handrails for pushing carts. When necessary, dwarf gunners and soldiers can push the cannon back by manpower.

The rails extend all the way into the Fort. As long as they can be withdrawn in time, they can be reinstalled on the gun positions of the Fort and transformed into fortress guns.

These fortress guns are the pinnacle of this era.

"Hahaha! Blow them to death! Go! Big cannon!" Muradin laughed wildly.

Well, the six-meter-long cannon with a diameter of about 1.2 meters was called the Small Cannon.

So now this cannon fixed on the train, with a length of 10 meters, a diameter of 1.5 meters, and the ability to fire 3 kilometers away is called the "Big Steel Cannon".

When Lothar heard the deafening sound of artillery fire that could be heard even from kilometers away, not only did his eyelids twitch wildly, but his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Only the fanatical dwarves with earplugs were jumping around the cannon and dancing as if it were midsummer.

right!

If it is impossible to improve the quality of the steel but still want to increase the range and power, then just make the gun barrel bigger and thicker.

The cannonball that originally required a dwarf in the God in the Underworld state to lift now requires two dwarves in the God in the Underworld state.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it works.

The only problem was that, due to time constraints, not all of the thirty-six fortress cannons were Big Steel Cannons. A full thirty of them were Small Steel Cannons that had been used in the Battle of Blackrock Mountain.

However, when the thirty-six cannons fired at the same time, everyone had only one feeling -

The sky! Collapse! The earth! Crack!

Although many of the train guns were equipped with recoil brakes, due to installation errors and other reasons, the rails under the body of the car were still destroyed in an instant. A large number of Bronzebeard dwarves had to transform and forcibly lift the train guns out and put them back on the relatively intact rails at the back.

But think about it, the recoil alone is so devastating, so how amazing the power of the blast must be!

That's right!

This is the judgment of the alliance!

This is the howl of death!

This is the end of the world!

Among the first 5,000 elite tribal soldiers who came out of the Dark Portal, more than 80% flew into the sky at the first moment.

Orcs and Death Knights certainly can't fly.

They were blown to a height of hundreds of meters in the form of corpses, exploding into thousands of pieces of flesh, blood and bones, which were then scattered irregularly over an area of ​​several square kilometers.

Not being blown into the sky does not mean that one is immune to death. Many orcs who were farther away from the Dark Portal were hit by an impact force that was too huge to describe in words, and their internal organs were shattered and blood gushed from their mouths and noses and they died.

Only those who are really far enough away, or who hide behind the Dark Portal like Kilrogg,

Those who managed to escape death were not having an easy time either. Many of them simply felt that the world was completely silent. No matter how heartbreakingly they screamed, they could not hear any echo - because they were deaf.

Looking at the orc vanguard that was annihilated by a round of bombardment, Ner'zhul, who had sacrificed his void demons in exchange for extremely strong defense and escaped the disaster, was frightened: "No! No! No - it shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this! How can we beat such a terrifying alliance! No! I want to go back, I quit! I want to go back -"

Anduin Lothar, who saw all this through the telescope and the Mage's Eye, made a rare witty remark: "What did Duke say? Once the cannon is fired, there will be a million coins of gold? I don't know what a million taels is, but remember to send the bill to His Majesty Terenas."