MTL - Stormwind God-v2 Chapter 1968 Farewell, Orgrimmar!

The blast of hot air carried the blast of an explosion, blowing General Nazgorin, who had just risen from the ground, out. .

He was as burly as he was blown out in the fortress that was deep underground, and beat several times.

One can imagine how terrible the attack power of the big bomb is.

The underground fortress had collapsed in a large area, and the fortress had not been budgeted for such a terrible shock at the beginning.

The orcs only watched out for the Alliance Demolition Office, but never thought that the Alliance would throw a 'pseudo' tactical nuclear bomb.

Nazgorin smashed through several walls and finally hit the rock formation before stopping it. He slammed into it in a large font, and then fell into a gap of five stories high.

The body greatly strengthened by Yashaji's power is not an invincible body that is immortal and uninjured after all, he climbs up from the ground while covering his bleeding head.

He immediately noticed that the stones on the ground were spinning strangely, as if dancing some kind of ridiculous dance path. The shock wave from the explosion had clearly ceased, although a fire broke out in the center of the explosion.

But there was a temperature just below the center of the explosion.

No, it's almost overwhelming.

Garrosh * Hellscream finally found something strange. The sulphur smell that is no stranger to him permeates the air, as if he is in a dragon's lair, staring at it with an adult ancient dragon, and the flame is so hot that it can burn everything and breathe on the dragon's lips Horn echoed endlessly.

His underground fortress has been built since he became the chief. For this fortress, he took a lot of hard work from all ethnic groups. And Magasa helped him to deploy these hard labors in the name of confronting the alliance.

The huge underground fortress is very, very deep. Even with this kind of giant bomb of 100 tons, it is impossible to blow through and collapse the entire fortress.

Perhaps the layers closest to the ground have become a mess, but as long as the deepest underground palace is okay, Garrosh has the confidence to use this underground fortress to hang off all Alliance invaders and drain every drop of blood from their bodies.

Just then, Garrosh felt two eyes.

The sight from Duke Marcus, whom he hated most, seemed to be in the temple of the Void. There was an icon of Duke standing in the middle of the temple. Duke held him in his hands and locked his father's chain, while mocking him. His eyes stared at him, and there was a nasty smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Duke! Duke Marcus! I know you're watching! You have the ability to come! Come and kill me." A member of the Guardian Guard next to Kukalon looked at his boss a little dumbfounded, as if he was unconscious.

In fact, everyone feels Garrosh a little nervous lately.

This time it was different, there was a voice in the void, the voice of their most powerful enemy.

"Kill you? I will! But I'm not interested in digging into a mouse hole to poke you out of such filth." Duke's voice sounded, like the chirping voice from a distant tall building in the morning mist, Full of psychedelic colors, but clear words.

"What! You actually described my majestic invincible fortress as a mouse hole !?" The brain screamed.

Instead of answering him, Duke mocked: "Do you know? When a boat is about to sink, the first one to run out must be a mouse ..."

"Hey! What do you mean !? Answer me **** Duke!" Garrosh growled angrily without receiving any response.

No, this is not entirely true.

Duke responded in another way.

"Booming!"

The entire Orgrimmar was trembling, even the entire mountain to which Orgrimmar was trembling.

Increasingly terrible heat began to burn the bottom of the underground fortress.

"Ahhh! Hot! Hot!"

The Kukalon Guards who drank Yashaji's dark heart water did not equate to immune element damage, and did not completely cut off the pain. They are still creatures, they can be hurt, they can be painful, and they can die.

The ground floor at the bottom of the fortress was like a fragile biscuit, which was torn apart by the sudden underground camp, and Duke's backhand finally exposed his puppet.

"嘭" That is lava with a temperature of nearly 1200 degrees Celsius!

And the absolutely abnormal fire element, the violent tongue of fire, the temperature of the outer flames is as high as 8000 degrees.

"Ahhhh! No!"

"Run away!"

"If you don't run, you will be burned to death!"

If it is other circumstances, maybe the brain can scream and kill a few deserters on the spot to kill the chicken tamarin. Unfortunately, in the face of this unreasonably high temperature, if you do not want to become coke that is not even roasted pigs, the only way is to escape.

Running towards the ground, just as Duke had mocked.

At this time, the brain screamer finally knew how Duke did it. No one would have that imagination. Imagine that Duke, who is dominated by the element of fire, is so generous.

Duke directly pumped a large mass of lava from the Firelands at the southern foot of Mount Hyjal through the designated channel dug out by Auror, and passed through half of Azshara at a stretch to Orgrimmar.

If Duke is the true god, he may directly call the deepest lava in the core of the planet like Azeroth's will to destroy Orgrimmar.

It's a pity that Duke wasn't the only one who could step back and destroy Orgrimmar with the magma of the Firelands.

The earth was rising in the rumbling sound. There were no tribal members who died immediately in the ruins of Orgrimmar. Like the fugitive snake ants and rat ants, they were extremely embarrassed to find a way to escape this day. Guarding the city.

They screamed and cried, and they could not bear the sadness, pain, and fear in their hearts.

In the face of such devastating natural disasters, the power of mortals is so small and so weak.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A new Chiyan Peak replaced Orgrimmar, which grew higher and higher, constantly spraying lava and billowing black smoke in all directions.

The lava flowing from the volcano destroys everything that passes by, whether it is the once majestic hall, the solid city walls, or the dead bodies.

After dropping the bomb, Naxxramas and Dalaran, as well as the Alliance fleet, left Orgrimmar at full speed. The nearest airship was three kilometers from Naxxramas.

At this time, almost all the league leaders gathered in Naxxramas, not the projection, but the arrival of the deity.

Everyone was invited by Duke to witness the destruction of the tribe.

Duke's gaze seemed to go beyond the present and into the future, and his voice was full of a certain sense of sacredness, a certain sense of resentment containing resolute meaning.

"In the past, Orgrimmar represented the new life of the orcs, the rise of the new tribe, and the freedom from the control of the alliance. In the past, the enemy did not have the opportunity to start. Now the alliance takes this opportunity to completely destroy the tribe Symbolic capital! "