Chapter 193 Red Flame Hell

The burning area is getting wider and wider. Looking down from the black sky, you will find that the entire city seems to be flooded.

It was a torrent of flames!

"Beep la la la."

Low houses, tall mansions, huge warehouses, countless houses that were completely burned by the fire collapsed one after another, accompanied by continuous rumbles, countless orcs who had no time to dodge were crushed to death by the brick and wood houses in the narrow space. among the streets.

"Ah! Fire! Run!"

The streets and main roads have been blocked by flames. At almost every important intersection, two large houses just collapsed, and the huge burning fire tower happened to block every escape route.

The orcs who had already hid in the safe area were trembling and dripping with cold sweat. They could only watch their compatriots being swallowed up by the flames. Even if they covered their ears, they could hear their brothers crying and screaming amidst the roar of the flames burning the city.

And the unbridled maniacal laughter of human death squads before their lives die.

"Hahahaha!" No regrets, no regrets, only the triumphant laughter when the enemy was killed.

At this moment the orcs found themselves caught in a common nightmare.

That nightmare is named Duke Marcus!

Once again he burned countless orcs with flames.

Orgrim also jumped into the canal in the city. Even in the hot summer, the river water seemed a little warm, but it still couldn't raise the almost freezing temperature in his heart.

This was a trap that made him extremely miserable, and more than half of his men lost. If it wasn't for this fire, he might even have been killed by the black-handed guards' crazy counterattack.

He could no longer remember how many black handed guards he had killed with his [Doom Hammer]. It used to be a weapon that made him extremely proud. He used it to kill countless ogres, and killed more than three digits of ferocious beasts in "our world".

But now, in the moonlight, the blood that stained Doomhammer melted down the canal's waters.

It was the blood of the Blackrock clan, the blood of his fellow orcs.

However, Orgrim still has strong doubts and forebodings in his heart.

I always feel that Duke Marcus, who is more devil than devil, has more means than that.

Unknowingly, the moon was shrouded in dark clouds again. In the illuminated river, they saw a series of golden runes extending to the river like flames.

"Impossible!?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but screamed: "Get to the shore! Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!"

Orgrim frantically called to his men, his brethren.

His men obeyed, even if a little reluctantly, they climbed to the shore. Not far from the Qingshi Avenue along the river bank, there is a city wall that has been grilled by Lieyan Street until even the bricks and stones have turned red. These three-meter-high low walls, together with canals that could act as moats if necessary, divided Stormwind City into six major districts.

Even if they were sitting on the bluestone by the bank, they could still feel the extreme heat. If Orgrim hadn't roared wildly to stop them, they would have preferred to immerse their bodies in the relatively cool river again.

In fact, many orcs who were not directly under Orgrim did so.

They returned to the river again, and also crossed the boundary between hell and the world that the god of death drew on the ground with a sickle...

It's like a sun burning with raging flames is rising from the depths of Stormwind City, arching the earth, as if it is about to break out of the ground at any time.

Countless golden runes glowed from the black soil beneath the canal. The orcs in the river found that they could clearly see their toes from the surface of the water...

"Rumble!" The entire Stormwind City shook.

From the Valley of the Kings in the south to the Stormwind Keep in the north, from the westmost Mage District to the eastmost Old Town, every block was shaking, and the statue of Medivh standing in the Valley of the Kings began to shake violently. A statue symbolizing the patron saint of the old era collapsed inch by inch.

Every piece of green brick on the ground and the grains of sand under the blue brick rose and fell like waves, becoming more and more agitated, and even threw the orcs who were lying on the ground to avoid the flames into the air, fell down, and threw up again.

The wooden beams and pillars that had already begun to burn through the flames made further creaking noises and burst one after another, accelerating the collapse of every house that had not yet collapsed.

Then, the golden light shot out of the ground and out of the river bottom.

The streets and roads that had no flames turned into roads of flames.

In the canals that were supposed to be shelters, every drop of water evaporated due to the heat.

The orc who was still in the river was scalded to death in the blink of an eye.

And the water turns into water vapor.

The blazing water vapor has a more terrifying lethality than the flames. The orcs couldn't suppress their breathing, so they inhaled a large amount of scorching water vapor in their breath. This water vapor crazily destroyed the alveoli in their lungs, making them feel that breathing was not right. Air, but fire.

Even the orcs who climbed to the river bank still did not escape the doom of death, they just lingered on for a while longer than their compatriots who stayed in the river, and then followed in the footsteps of their compatriots.

The orcs in the entire Stormwind City let out fierce screams, and after that, everything began to return to silence.

In the city, the only sound left is the crackling of raging flames, and the crackling of pillars, bricks, or glass falling to the ground.

In addition, the whole city fell into dead silence.

How many orcs can survive?

No one in a hundred!

The orcs who ran out of the street or jumped into the river just now were almost all wiped out, and only a very small number of orcs trapped in the fire scene in the block escaped the death scythe.

Orgrim is not dead! With extremely strong flame resistance, he was able to withstand the flames, but a lot of his hair was burned off.

Crawling out of the fire that was no longer so hot, Orgrim saw the charred corpses that filled the streets and riverbeds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Even after receiving the news of the death of his closest friend Durotan, Orgrim still controlled his emotions.

But this time.

Only this time!

Orgrim thoroughly hated a human being, Duke, the new patron saint of the Kingdom of Stormwind!

“啊啊啊啊啊啊——我要杀了你！我发誓哪怕追到地狱的尽头，我都要杀了你！我要把你每一块皮肉剥下来！生生吃掉！我要把你每Every single bone snapped off and crushed! I want- woo woo woo!"

Orgrim knelt down on the scorched black ground scorched by the flames.

It's over! The elite of the Blackstone Clan was burned to pieces!

Even though there are still many members of the Blackstone clan in the camp, the Blackstone clan will no longer be the largest clan in the tribe!