My Frostmourne can't be so cute

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"This... how is this done?"

Archmage Modra looked at the city head in surprise, and asked incoherently-if the spell she and Jaina released was dozens of archers shooting arrows at a certain frequency, then the spell would be tens of thousands. The archer kept attacking with crossbow arrows with no firing interval.

"This is Lady Frost's spell, I have seen it in Zuaman."

Jaina walked up to the Archmage Modra and handed her the jerky in her hands—this former member of the Kirin Tor Council needed more to add this than Jaina.

"But she just seems... about the same age as Jaina!"

Grand Mage Modra took the dried meat from Jaina's hand, chewed it in her mouth, and asked vaguely-how could such a young mage have such superb skills?

"I... When I was a kid, Ms. Shuang was like this; now so many years have passed, she is still the same... I think, her true age, no one can tell!"

Jaina thought for a while and replied.

Grand Master Modra frowned—she did not speak, yet her heart was already overwhelmed at this time—Jaina's narration reminded her of a person, a legendary character.

Aegwynn, the guardian of the previous generation, I heard that it was also a legend that used magic to delay his aging for thousands of years...

——Grand Mage Modra thought this way, the expression on his face was uncertain.

...

"Haha, so fun!"

Frostmourne thought this spell was very interesting, but instead of continuing to release it, she chose to stop—Little Demon Sword knew that her master would not allow herself to slaughter too many humans.

"Our soldiers have already started ascending the city."

King Thoras put down the telescope in his hand, looked at Frostmourne with lingering fear, and then said to King Terenas.

Of course, this is a matter of course-the walls of Greymane are all messed up, and if the soldiers of the coalition can't get close to the wall quickly, then there is a ghost.

In the binoculars, King Thoras saw the soldiers of Stromgarde swarming up, climbing along the grooved pine tree trunks to the city wall. Of course, he also saw the terrible spell released by Frostmourne. .

Although it was impossible to see the scene on the top of the city due to the perspective, King Thoras could also imagine that under the bombardment of such a density of ice, the city must have been killed and injured long ago.

As early as six years ago, Frostmourne had frozen the narrow sea, allowing the Alliance's troops to cross the endless sea at the fastest speed and advance into the camp of the orcs.

Since then, Frostmourne has been a witch-like character in King Thoras’s heart. Later, seeing that her appearance has never changed in six years, King Thoras has strengthened his thoughts. .

"Muradin, let your people do it."

King Terenas glanced at the Greymane Wall ahead, thinking that the time had come.

"okay!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard responded, then moved his two short legs and ran to the front of the line.

...

"Hi! Hi! Let's start, let's begin! Hurry up and fiddle with this thing!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard stood in front of a huge instrument, yelling-he was not as tall as a wheel of this thing.

"I see, Muradin, stop yelling, my ears are going to break!"

The answer to Muradin's words was an unfamiliar race that was about the same size as him, but whose body was at least several times weaker—a dwarf from Gnomeregan who had been friendly to the dwarves shortly after it appeared.

"Restark! Hurry up, if you weren't asking me to come and test the power of your new weapons this time, I wouldn't have come with you!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard seemed to know this dwarf very well, and he didn't give others face, he was still arguing.

"I see, I see, you grumpy fellow!"

Restak screamed, then quickly climbed onto the tall instrument, and then yelled his other companions and some dwarves to help him put it into use.(To be continued.)

778 Gnomish's New Weapon

This instrument looks like a huge cylinder, with a shelf underneath it, with four wheels; Restak is ordering his companions to remove the wheels of this thing and adjust the angle of the huge cylinder. , One end of the cylinder is just at the gate of the Greymane Wall.

"Ha, Muradin! Don't you, a big guy, always feel that you have a lot of strength? Look, how far can you throw this big iron ball?"

While working, Restak still mocked Muradin? Bronzebeard.

Muradin? Bronzebeard looked intently. Several dwarves were struggling to move a solid iron ball the size of a human head from a cart, and rolled into the tail of the huge cylinder along the corridor carved by a wooden plank. .

"Go away, all away!"

Restak yelled with a dwarf-like scream, then dispersed the crowd around the instrument, and used a small shovel to dig some "black sand" from a box of black "sand" and send it into the huge At the end of the cylinder, the lid was closed, and I took a wrench and started to screw the screws near the lid until my face was flushed, and then he stopped.

"This thing is really as powerful as you said?"

Muradin? Bronzebeard walked up to Restak and asked curiously.

"Of course, this thing can hit the big iron ball on the wall. I plan to use it to blast open the gate of the wall."

Restak said loudly, then took a pack of fire from his arms.

"how is this possible?"

Muradin? Bronzebeard curled his lips and said dismissively—that big iron ball, he could easily play it in his palm, but it was impossible to throw it so far; if this big guy can do it, Muradin How could not believe it.

"Your dwarves’ brains are all made of stone, of course... this guy is a large firework, do you understand?"

Restak glanced at his dwarf relative with disdain, then lit a thick lead rope.

"Fireworks? That..."

Muradin? Bronzebeard suddenly realized, but before he could finish speaking, he just...

"boom!"

A earth-shattering sound came from the big cylinder beside Muradin? Bronzebeard and Restak, and the huge wave of air forced them to step back a few steps.

"You~say~what~what~"

Restak yelled.

"I~say~you~deaf~"

Muradin? Bronzebeard also answered loudly, but it seemed that Restak still couldn't hear what he was saying.

In desperation, Muradin? Bronzebeard could only look forward by himself.

This huge thunder seemed not only to make Restak temporarily deaf, but also to the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom on the Greymane Wall.