When Naxxramas blocked the sky, the entire city of Lordaeron lost its voice.
Because this is not a small tomb in the game, but an entire mobile floating fortress.
Legion technology is shocking.
At a time when Dalaran has not yet ascended to heaven, the generals of Naxxramas are spreading a spiritual silence effect like a worldview crusher.
It turns out that this is the real confidence of the Lich King Ner'zhul.
When Carlos struggled with Tirion Fordring and his team to prevent the spread of the natural disaster, Ner'zhul adjusted the allocation of Icecrown's resources.
Icecrown Citadel will no longer be repaired.
Gargoyles are no longer carved.
Two of the three floating fortresses started to be built during the same period were also suspended.
In this way, under the urging of the Scourge's highest policy to concentrate their efforts on major things, Naxxramas entered the world gloriously.
Big is good, flying is beautiful.
Although advanced equipment such as the Burning Legion's magic death ray cannon was stillborn due to the collective "absenteeism" of the Dread Lords.
But the weapons of mass destruction featured in the Undead will never be absent.
"This is impossible!"
The appearance of Naxxramas made Merry Dongfeng somewhat doubtful about life.
As a technological pioneer on the human side, Dalaran naturally has floating technology. Even due to the war disasters suffered during the Second Orc War, the Violet Castle has completed the floating fortress.
These absolute secrets are not really secrets for a senior member of the Tirisfal Council like Merry Winterwind.
But when Naxxramas truly appears, all living beings are just afraid of its majesty, and only mages can marvel at its beauty.
That is the beauty of magical radiance!
It’s time to admire that Ner’zhul was indeed a magician during his lifetime, but it’s better to lament that the Burning Legion is indeed a master of flying machines.
All the masters in the world are really piss-poor...
There is no way that such a large floating fortress floated over from Northrend and came with Arthas.
By elimination method, if the Lich King had the ability to open a portal from Northrend that could accommodate the passage of Naxxramas, the Burning Legion would have penetrated the Great Barrier of Azeroth and started the Three Lights Journey.
So there is only one truth. This was an organized and premeditated military operation.
Under the Lich King's sleepless calculations, the floating necropolis Naxxramas used a long and complicated sea route to avoid the inspections of the human ocean fleet and the dragons, and quietly crossed the barrier of the Arctic Sea. Arriving in Lordaeron.
The Scourge seemed to be telling rebels like Carlos that resistance was futile.
Although seemingly heavy and slow, Naxxramas is actually extremely fast.
When Carlos's heart flashed and he realized something was wrong, the necropolis was already less than twenty kilometers away from the city walls of Lordaeron.
Shaking the dust from the Stitch Monster's broken flesh and bones from his weapon, Carlos glanced at the King's Hall of Lordaeron in the distance.
Carlos could feel that Arthas was there, sitting on the throne that once belonged to Terenas Menethil II.
Carlos could feel that Arthas was laughing, he was laughing wildly, he was wiping Frostmourne with the edge of his cloak, he was silently taunting - come and kill me, my dear brother-in-law, come and kill me. Ah, kill me, kill me for your alliance.
Then, witness the destruction of Lordaeron.
Fate is so ridiculous, you always need to make a choice.
Carlos sighed, his heart filled with inexplicable sadness.
It took too much time to fight against the death knights, too much time to save those who were still alive after rushing into the palace, too much time to choose an efficient but slow way to kill the natural disaster soldiers in order to preserve their strength.
Now comes retribution.
Alsace was not far away, and Carlos had absolute confidence that he could win.
Naxxramas is also not far away. If you ignore it, no one in Lordaeron will be spared.
Naxxramas is not scary, but the monsters and monsters in the necropolis are scary.
If the information is obtained in advance, both the Aspect Dragon Legion and the magicians of Dalaran will have enough means to knock Naxxramas down from the sky.
Even asking for help from the Wildhammer clan, the fearless gryphon knights and mechanical flying machines can block the advancement of the Necropolis.
But Ner'zhul succeeded, and his sleepless machinations were hidden from everyone.
There is only one person in Lordaeron who can stop Naxxramas at this time.
Either he insists on killing Arthas regardless of the life or death of the people of Lordaeron, or he goes upstream and breaks into the natural disaster fortress full of traps.
Carlos had to choose one of the two.
When Arthas got impatient and got up and left the throne and stepped out of the royal hall, there were only corpses scattered in the courtyard.
Some were Lordaeron's royal guards that he killed, and some were Scourge soldiers that Carlos cut into pieces.
"What a boring man, a sad soul bound by morality."
Under the control of Ner'zhul's evil intentions, Arthas sat on the throne waiting for the possible duel between kings.
What was waiting for him was the lonely figure walking against the wind in the distance.
As the distance got closer, the fortress cannons carried by the necropolis had begun to warm up, and the muzzles of plague and flames were aimed at the city of Lordaeron.
Thousands of gargoyles were injected with necromantic magic and came to life. Su spread his wings and polished his claws.
A select few of the elite ghouls fall into a state of frenzy under the influence of the inducer.
The necromancers are preparing poison clouds and neurotoxins.
The aberration technician is injecting the plague pathogen into the abomination.
Tens of thousands of undead skeletons have been arranged in a square array and placed on the teleportation circle.
As long as they get a little closer, a little closer, the death knights in Lordaeron can summon phalanxes of skeleton soldiers from Naxxramas to serve as the vanguard.
For them, the current killing efficiency is too low.
Meri Dongfeng stood high and saw far away, and naturally spotted Carlos flying into the sky.
Although he was curious about the pair of geometric light wings that emitted strong fluctuations of holy light, the old mage still sighed and praised Carlos's bravery and stupidity.
The so-called fortress is an artificial miracle created by the collective efforts of everyone.
Every brick, every tile, every support beam, every fire cannon is magic that belongs to mortals accumulated over time.
No matter how strong Carlos is, can he still use the 10 billion cells in his body to fight against the magic fortress that the Scourge has spent tens of millions of man-hours building?
Can't do it.
Meri Dongfeng thought for a while, Alodi couldn't do it, Aegwynn couldn't do it, Medivh couldn't do it, I'm afraid only those dragon kings could do it.
Although he admired the bravery and responsibility of the human Alliance Grand Marshal, Merry Dongfeng had no intention of accompanying Carlos to death.
Therefore, the old mage concentrated his magic power and cast a spell of arcane wisdom on Carlos from afar as a sign of friendship, and then left Lordaeron.
Although he ceased to be a living person a hundred years ago, Merry Dongfeng still has no habit of witnessing killings.
