Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
No one knew how long had passed, but all they could hear was.
The magic crystal cannons were still wreaking havoc tirelessly, time and time again blasting skeletons and blood thralls into shreds and dregs.
And the spacetime rift on the other side seemed to be in a competition with him, constantly rotating its portal, projecting more skeletons and blood thralls.
In the tug-of-war between the two sides, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand for a while.
Seeing this, the elf hero Anruo couldn't help but ask:
"Um..."
"Can you really maintain this indefinitely?"
"Their crystal core cannonball reserves don't seem like they'll run out anytime soon..."
"Won't your follow-up reinforcements be unable to keep up by then?"
At this time, the expressions of Kel'Thuzad and Dracula also began to change.
It was true that the number of skeleton warriors and blood thralls was as many as they wanted, but the problem was that it also took time to create and accumulate them!
Under normal circumstances, no one would choose to stockpile too many of these trash units, as no matter how many they accumulated, they would essentially be given away for free.
Little did they know that when they finally had to use them, they were now a bit stretched thin...
However, speaking of which, if one looked at the entire vampire or undead race, the number of blood thralls and skeleton warriors would certainly be sufficient.
But when it came down to Dracula and Kel'Thuzad specifically, there certainly wasn't as much.
"This fortress is really a bit strange..."
"How can their energy reserves be so outrageously high?"
"And from their appearance, they don't seem to care about energy consumption at all..."
"This extravagance is truly frightening."
"Logically speaking, the defenses in places like these border towns should be quite weak!"
Dracula frowned.
Years of invading Blue Star had led him to discover many patterns.
When faced with such an obviously unreasonable situation, he naturally had to question it.
Kel'Thuzad stroked his very bony chin and chuckled twice:
"When things are abnormal, there must be a reason!"
"Doesn't this precisely prove that this fortress must be guarding something particularly important?"
"If that's the case, then it seems we have another reason to capture this fortress!"
Anruo, however, jumped out and tried to derail the conversation:
"I must remind you beforehand that in the orders given to us by that lord, there was no such task."
"If this bone is too hard to gnaw, it's best for us to abandon it based on the situation, rather than continue to stubbornly fight to the end and cause more trouble..."
Dracula immediately became displeased.
Just kidding!
They had already lost countless low-level servants, having paid a certain price.
Regardless of how big or small that price was, they couldn't let Anruo and Musaro have it for free!
Kel'Thuzad clearly thought the same way, so he chuckled eerily again:
"What, Lord Anruo, are you scared?"
"Now there's such a good opportunity to seize, if we don't take them down in one go, I will truly suspect Lord Anruo's motives!"
"And if I remember correctly, that lord's order mentioned that we should occupy this entire area..."
"If we allow this nail to remain here, how can we be said to have occupied it?"
"Rather, your approach is what's disrupting our plan, isn't it?"
Anruo did not expect Kel'Thuzad to say this, and his expression instantly became a little displeased:
"Oh? You really think so?"
"Isn't it because you covet the secrets that might be hidden in this fortress that you're doing this?"
"The most crucial part of the lord's order clearly states that we should execute well..."
"Alas, forget it, since there's plenty of time anyway, it's all very ample..."
"If you insist, it's not entirely impossible."
Halfway through his sentence, Anruo's eyes suddenly rolled, and his perfectly handsome elven face changed from indifferent coldness to a kind smile.
Dracula then nodded with satisfaction:
"As I said, it should have been like this from the beginning..."
"We are strong, we have plenty of time, and we are idle anyway."
"Now we can both execute the plan, wear down the humans, and incidentally earn some extra money, so why not do it?"
"I am very gratified that Lord Anruo has finally come around..."
"It's not easy, it's not easy."
Musaro, on the side, glanced at Anruo strangely.
However, for him, this matter was always a win-win situation, and how it was done truly didn't matter.
Since the other three had reached an agreement, he would just go with the flow.
As for the interior of the Changqi Fortress...
Looking at the endless stream of skeleton warriors and blood thralls emerging from the spacetime rift, Kannai Miyaji also seemed to realize something:
"Hey, you say..."
"Could these foreign races have started to use their brains and are playing tactics with us?"
"Look at the guys they're sending out now, they're all the lowest-level trash units..."
"Not even the quality seen at the beginning of the fight, let alone any high-level warriors."
The commander-in-chief also couldn't help but nod:
"It really seems so..."
"Currently, all those dispatched by them are indeed weaklings."
"So what is their purpose in doing this?"
"To test our strength? To waste our cannonballs? It's truly hard to understand..."
Kannai Miyaji's face was solemn:
"But no matter what their purpose is, we must face it seriously!"
"After all, the behavior of multiple races joining forces to advance is too abnormal, they must have something in mind..."
"Perhaps their ultimate goal is even our fortress."
Although the commander-in-chief was extremely confident in the Changqi Fortress he commanded, and did not believe that those so-called trash warriors could achieve anything against him...
But looking at the endless tide of death warriors, he still felt very melancholic.
Did they really have to fight like this until their magic crystal cannons all fell silent, or until all the foreign units were cleared out?
If so, who knew how long it would take!
And the loss of those crystal cores was also something that could not be ignored.
Just as both sides were gradually entering a stalemate, a silent, dark wind suddenly blew quietly from afar...