Chapter 439: The First Defense of Quel'Thalas (VII)

If Richard knew what Kel'Thuzad said, he would definitely give Kel'Thuzad a thumbs up. Indeed, Richard has a new method. Sylvanas Fortress is one of Richard's efforts in recent years, and it is designed to deal with the undead scourge. How could you take it down easily? Everything here is to restrain your undead creatures.

"Report, they are ready and can take off at any time!" Selena ran to Richard and reported this happy good news to him.

"Okay!" Richard clapped his hands vigorously, raised one hand high and shouted loudly, "Take off! Let the undead steal our power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several airships rose behind the walls of Sylvanas. These airships were transformed by the goblins from ordinary airships. Their mission was simple, which was to burn everything, but the mission was difficult. No one knew whether the ship full of explosives would explode in the air. These airships were different from the explosives of Alexstrasza and his men. They were filled with oil and incendiary bombs dug out from the swamp. If these things caught fire, there would be no hope. Therefore, the fate of each ship is also very dangerous. In order to complete the mission smoothly, the captain of each ship is a high-level goblin. The goblin leader Wuyou, the Minister of Construction Gazruvi, and the Deputy Director of Arms Blacksole all boarded the ship.

"Hoo! Smooth launch!" After launching, the captain Wuyou wiped his sweat. He knew very well that one of his ships was a moving coffin of fire. If it was sunk, there would be no rescue and everyone would be turned into charcoal. And if he accidentally got the oil into the fortress, even if he was still alive after the war, he would definitely be sentenced to death. Either way, it is better to die gloriously.

"Captain! No. 002 has arrived at the designated location!"

"Captain! No. 003 has arrived at the designated location!"

"Captain! No. 001 has arrived at the designated location!"

...

Seven or eight airships circled over the designated location in turn. The undead below looked at these daily transportation vehicles stupidly, and no one knew what to do. Wuyou, who was standing on the No. 002 airship, ordered his men to wave flags: Open the warehouse!

In an instant, the black viscous oil poured to the ground like a mudslide. When Alsas saw that the situation was not good, he directly instigated the invincible to escape this circle. Tichondrius did not react and was "chilled to the heart" by the oil.

The goblins were not very good at extracting oil, so the oil they extracted contained all kinds of "impurities", such as swamp mud, animal and plant corpses, etc. The various smells mixed together made a stinky smell. Tichondrius had never seen oil before, and even thought it was a biological weapon. While scraping the "black shit" on his face, he loudly accused Richard of violating war ethics. However, Tichondrius did not think about it carefully. When they attacked, they violated all kinds of professional ethics. Forget professional ethics. Natural disasters have no conscience at all, and anyone's corpse can become an object of blasphemy.

Tichondius could not stop accusing below, but the airship in the sky had no time to care about him. The second-level door was immediately opened. The second level was filled with incendiary bombs, and with the addition of oil, it was a truly magnificent scene.

"Boom!"

Instantly, a flame of more than ten meters rose from the ground, which was very spectacular. Immediately afterwards, all the incendiary bombs exploded, and these impure oils instantly turned into a large sea of ​​fire. Thick black smoke flew up in circles, and countless undead creatures in the fire scene were wailing. The smell of burning, the stench, the crackling, and the angry curses were the most beautiful music of mankind at this moment.

The unfortunate Tichondrius, the Lord of Fear, is now covered in flames, and he can't get rid of them even if he pats them. The Lord of Fear is very powerful, but he can't compete with the power of nature. He can't use water or sand to destroy the country, and can only endure the burning.

"Richard, the bastard... made such a strange liquid, which can't be expelled even if he pats it. Fortunately... Fortunately..."

Tichondrius said fortunately, referring to the growth process of their race. Every Lord of Fear must endure various trials that can be patted if he wants to be promoted. Because their race firmly believes that only when they feel pain and fear can they make others feel fear. Burning with flames all over the body is much easier than Tichondrius's trial. Tichondrius's experience was that his flesh was torn off piece by piece. Similar to Ling Chi, after passing the trial, Tichondrius didn't have a single piece of good meat on his body. Unlike Ling Chi, this meat was grabbed by claws. The sharp claws of other fear demons directly grabbed his body, and then pulled, and a piece of meat was torn off. Tichondrius persisted for three days and finally passed successfully. From then on, Tichondrius was no longer interested in any level of pain, because there was no pain that could make him feel afraid.

The burning of flames was not particularly painful for Tichondrius, but it was particularly uncomfortable, and his whole body was sticky. He sprayed Richard because he felt insulted. But what Richard wanted to give him was not so simple.

Richard on the city wall disappeared at some point, but everyone was shocked by the raging fire and no one noticed him. The disappeared Richard had quietly hidden not far from Tichondrius. Richard was wearing a fireproof suit, wrapped up like a dumpling without any energy fluctuations. The raging flames would block his vision, and the crackling sound would affect his hearing. So Richard came behind him smoothly.

"Ah! Ah!" Richard made a long sound and instantly waved his long sword. Tichondrius dodged at the moment when the sword was about to hit his body. All of a sudden, his shoulder and left arm were cut off.

"Ah!" Tichondrius quickly covered his arm, and his blood was instantly evaporated by the flames on his body.

Richard was in a dominant position, swinging his sword and slashing left and right. Because of his injuries, Tichondrius's ability to dodge had been greatly reduced. With wounds one after another, Tichondrius gritted his teeth, turned directly into a bird, and flew out for his life. Richard's attack missed, allowing Tichondrius to pick up his life.

"What a failure..." For Richard, the most important purpose of this attack was to take Tichondrius' life. In the end, he let him run away, which was a failure. "

Fortunately, I used a fireproof suit to cover my whole body, and I didn't use any dark energy. With their IQ, they should not be able to guess who I am. Now it's time to face Alsas..."