Chapter 557 The Boss Who Entered Indiscriminately (Please Subscribe)

As an ogre-orc hybrid, Rexxar was never well received by his kind. Everything has changed since he took part in this helpless cross-world expedition.

At least he is respected here in Warchief Orgrim.

If it is replaced by human terms, it is that a scholar dies for his confidant.

For Orgrim, he can withstand Duke's ultimate move in Grim Batol without hesitation.

So what if he was seriously injured?

What about the scars all over the body?

If it's fighting for the future of the tribe, it's all worth it.

Now, finally seeing the dawn of victory, Rexxar was excited.

When he killed the row of humans in front of him with an extremely swift whirlwind axe, he suddenly discovered that the entire front of the central formation had been pierced by them.

Within a 100-meter radius, there was not a single standing human being to be found.

Is victory really coming?

Suddenly, every orc heard a distant whistle that seemed to come from ancient times—it was the voice of a dragon.

The voice of the red dragons who were once reduced to the mounts of the orcs, but broke free and became the nightmare of the entire tribe. The newly arrived members of the tribe showed blank expressions, and every veteran of the tribe who had been withdrawn from the front line turned black.

They still remember how these ancient ferocious beasts that were once their own easily reduced the 100,000 troops in front of the Grim Batol Fortress to ashes, and how they made Dun Morogh and human beings unable to make an inch of progress even after paying huge sacrifices. The bunkers were destroyed like toys being lifted one by one.

The cries of the orcs suddenly disappeared a lot.

In contrast, the human side erupted with the most enthusiastic cheers since the war began.

"Hahaha! The dragon is coming, you ugly greenskins, you just wait to die!"

"Repent in the flames of hell, green monster!"

"The Red Dragon Legion belongs to the alliance. As long as the Red Dragon is here, you will never want to occupy our land!"

It seems that every terrestrial race is eager to break free from the shackles of gravity, fly into the sky, and soar in the sky. It is an innate instinct and desire. Duke still remembered that in the World War II movies he watched before crossing, almost every soldier gave the warmest cheers to those own planes that swooped down from high altitude.

The excitement of watching one's patron saint fall from the sky will never get tired no matter how many times. Not to mention, that is the dragon that has been in awe for countless years since the birth of humans in Azeroth.

Just when every orc was stunned, panicked, and desperate, Orgrim—the man who charged in front of all the orcs and proved the glory of the orcs with blood and fighting, stood on a high place again, holding high The [Doom Hammer] that seemed to be flowing with magma at the moment.

The warchief's rough roar echoed in all directions.

"Ignorant humans, do you think that the dragon is the sole ruler of this world? Hahaha! It's ridiculous! Despicable big lizards, now you have to pay the blood price for your arrogance!"

Orgrim yelled twice.

The first time was in Orc language, and the second time was in Human Common Language.

As Orgrim's voice fell, the human commanders had a haze in their hearts for the first time.

Could it be that Orgrim still has a backhand! ?

Not only Lothar, Mograine, Terenas and others, but even Duke, who is a traverser, was a little confused at this moment, frantically searching for the memory of this battle in his heart: "Fuck, according to In history, the orcs will definitely kneel in this battle at Black Rock Mountain. Except for Orgrim killing Lothar, the orcs have no turning point at all. What happened? Is the 21% inconsistency at fault? "

It seems to be responding to the words in the heart of Duke, a time traveler who changed the plot randomly.

Orgrim slammed his hammer into the floor of the Searing Canyon.

"boom!"

In the next second, the hundreds of thousands of people who were fighting in the scorching canyon felt the ground tremble slightly at the same time. It was not the earthquake caused by the heavy cavalry group's charge, nor was it that Orgrim's hammer shook the entire earth, but It was a vibration from the inside out, and the entire scorching canyon shook.

Except for the dwarven troops with a relatively low center of gravity, almost all the soldiers, regardless of humans or orcs, fell to the ground unsteadily.

Lothar, who just started to rush forward from the rear, was recruited by the Knights of the Storm Kingdom and the Knights of the Silver Hand under his command at the same time. They were galloping at high speed. Except for the members of the Silver Knights with outstanding equestrian skills, many people in the Knights of the Storm were Even the man and the horse fell to the ground.

Many horses broke their legs because of this, and many knights broke their arms, legs, and even necks before joining the battle.

There was chaos everywhere.

Taking advantage of the collapse of the human battle line, Orgrim even took the opportunity to enter the crumbling human army.

But this time, except for the soldiers who were fighting fiercely, almost all the superiors didn't care about the battle that took place in the scorching canyon.

Compared with the existence of the mortal world, those who transcend the mortal world are even more terrifying.

Searing Canyon is roughly a lava canyon that runs diagonally across the map from southwest to northeast.

The place where the battle is now is the small plain near Blackrock Spire in the southeast.

Between this unnamed small plain and the Black Charcoal Valley further west, there is actually a huge rift valley that looks like a knife from a high altitude, and the bottom of the rift valley is full of churning lava.

Now, a terrible roar is coming from the river of lava at the bottom of the rift. Everyone couldn't help but look towards the rift valley. Accompanied by the violent shaking of the ground over there, fragments the size of carriage carriages crashed down on the edge of the rift valley, making the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground like thunder.

The lava river at the bottom of the rift began to spew upwards frantically.

"Roar!"

As if it were an illusion, the dwarves in the right formation felt as if they heard the roar of some kind of ancient giant beast faintly in the magma.

"Did you hear it? There seems to be a monster's voice on the other side of the rift?"

"You heard that too?"

The dwarves were chattering.

"What's that?" Veresa gently tugged at the sleeve of Duke's mage robe, her face showing a complex expression of excitement and nervousness.

"Duke, can you guess what that is?" Alleria was the first to notice the constipated expression on Duke's face.

"Damn, I'd rather not have guessed it myself." Duke's mouth was bitter.

"Roar--"

again!

No doubt this time

And it's getting closer. The approaching roar made everyone very clear that the source of that roar was rapidly approaching the ground from under the magma.

At this moment, almost everyone stopped fighting, whether it was the human soldiers who were holding up their shields to block, or the orc warriors wielding giant axes to chop, they all turned around in astonishment, raised their heads, and looked at a terrifying Magma sprayed into the sky from the bottom of the rift, and shot at the red dragon team flying at high speed!