Chapter 1968 Farewell, Orgrimmar!

The scorching air flow carried the shock wave of the explosion, blowing away General Nazgrin who had just gotten up from the ground.

As tall as he was, he was blown out of the fortress deep underground and suffered several somersaults.

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

A large area of ​​the underground fortress collapsed. Such a horrific impact was not planned when the fortress was first built.

The orcs were only wary of the Alliance's demolition office, but they never thought about the Alliance dropping a 'fake' tactical nuclear bomb.

Nazgrin crashed through several walls and finally hit a rock formation before he was stopped. His whole body crashed into it in a large shape, and then fell into a gap in the rock formation five stories high.

After all, Y'Shaarj's body, which had been greatly strengthened by his power, was not an invincible body that was immortal and uninjured. He got up from the ground holding his bleeding forehead.

He immediately noticed that the stones on the ground were spinning strangely, as if they were dancing some kind of ridiculous dance. The shock wave caused by the explosion had obviously subsided, although a fire was ignited in the center of the explosion.

But there was a temperature under the feet that was no less than the center of the explosion.

No, this is simply worse.

Garrosh Hellscream finally noticed something strange. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur that was familiar to him. It was as if he was in a dragon's lair, being stared at by an adult ancient dragon. The flames that were so hot that they seemed to be able to burn everything breathed on the dragon's lips. The horns echoed endlessly.

His underground fortress has been under construction since he became the warchief. For this fortress, he took away a lot of hard labor from all races. And Magatha helped him mobilize these peons in the name of fighting the alliance.

The huge underground fortress is very, very deep. Even such a giant bomb of 100 tons cannot penetrate and collapse the entire fortress.

Maybe the layers closest to the ground are in a mess, but as long as the deepest underground palace is okay, Garrosh is confident that he can use this underground fortress to strangle all Alliance invaders and drain every drop of blood from their bodies.

It happened that at this moment, Garrosh felt two eyes.

The sight of Duke Marcus, whom he hated most, seemed to be in a temple in the void. There were icons of Duke standing in the middle of the temple. Duke held the chain that held his father in one hand, while using mocking words. Her eyes were fixed on him, and there was that hateful smile on her lips that looked like a clown.

"Duke! Duke*Marcus! I know you're watching! Come if you can! Come and kill me -" The Kor'kron Guard members next to him looked at their boss a little dumbfounded, as if they were getting nervous for no reason. .

In fact, Garrosh has been feeling a bit neurotic lately.

This time was different, a voice really came from the void, the voice of their most powerful enemy.

"Kill you? I will! But I have no interest in crawling into a mouse hole and digging out such a dirty you." Duke's voice sounded, like a ethereal voice coming from a distant tall building in the morning mist. Full of psychedelic colors, but the words are clear.

"What! You actually called my majestic and invincible fortress a mouse hole!?" The idiot yelled and his hair was blown.

Duke did not answer him, but mocked: "You know? When a ship is about to sink, the first thing to run out will definitely be the rats..."

"Hey! What do you mean!? Answer me - bastard Duke!" Garrosh roared angrily, but received no response.

No, that's not entirely true either.

Duke responded in another way.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The whole of Orgrimmar was trembling, and even the entire mountains upon which Orgrimmar was attached were trembling.

The increasingly terrifying high temperature began to scorch the lowest level of the underground fortress.

"Ahhh! So hot! So hot!"

The Kor'kron Guardsmen who drank Y'Shaarj's Black Heart Water were not immune to elemental damage, nor were they completely cut off from pain. They are still living creatures, they can get hurt, they can be afraid of pain, and they can die.

When the ground at the bottom of the underground fortress was like a fragile biscuit, torn into pieces by the sudden underground camp, Duke's backhand finally revealed his prowess.

"Bang -" That's lava with a temperature of nearly 1,200 degrees Celsius!

As well as the absolutely abnormal fire element, the violent tongues of flame, the temperature of the outer flame is as high as 8000 degrees.

"Ahhh! Not good!"

"Run!"

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

If it were other circumstances, perhaps Brainless Roar would have killed a few deserters on the spot to serve as a warning to the monkeys. Unfortunately, in the face of such unreasonable high temperatures, if you don't want to turn into charcoal that is not even a roasted pig, the only way is to escape.

Just like Duke mocked just now, he ran towards the ground.

At this time, Brainless Roar finally understood what Duke did - no one would have the imagination to imagine that Duke, the master of the fire element, was so generous.

Duke directly pumped a large group of lava from the Land of Fire at the southern foot of Mount Hyjal, through the designated channel dug by the Children of Oro, through a small half of Azshara, and pumped it to Orgrimmar.

If Duke was a true god, he might just do what the will of the planet Azeroth did, calling upon the deepest lava in the planet's core to destroy Orgrimmar.

It's a pity that Duke is not, so he can only settle for the next best thing and use the magma from the Fire Land to destroy Orgrimmar.

The earth rose slowly amid the rumbling sound, and there was no tribe member who died immediately in the ruins of Orgrimmar. Just like the fleeing snakes, insects, rats, and ants, they were in great embarrassment trying to find a way to escape from this place that a day ago, I had wanted to use my life to escape from. Guarded city.

They screamed and cried, unable to bear the sadness, pain and fear in their hearts.

In the face of this kind of world-destroying natural disaster, the power of mortals is so small and powerless.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A new red flame mountain replaced Orgrimmar. It rose higher and higher, spraying lava and billowing black smoke in all directions.

The lava flowing from the volcano destroyed everything along the way, whether it was a once majestic palace, a solid city wall, or a lifeless corpse.

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

At this time, almost all the alliance bosses gathered in Naxxramas. It was not projections, but the actual arrival.

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

Duke's gaze seemed to transcend the present and cast into the future, and his voice was filled with a certain sense of holiness, a sonorous sense of determination.

"In the past, Orgrimmar represented the rebirth of the orcs, the rise of the new tribe, and the freedom from the control of the Alliance. In the past, powerful enemies were surrounded by enemies, and the Alliance had no chance to take action. Now, the Alliance will take this opportunity to completely destroy the extremely powerful tribe. A symbolic capital!”