Stormwind God

The area on fire is getting wider and wider. Looking down from the black sky, you will find that the entire city is flooded as if flooded.

It was a torrent of flames!

"Beep Park La La La."

Low houses, towering mansions, huge warehouses, countless houses that have been burnt down by fire, and collapsed one after another. With the continuous booming, countless orcs who were too late to escape were crushed to death by the brick-wood houses. Among the streets.

"Ah! Fire! Run away!"

The streets and roads have been blocked by flames. At almost every important intersection, two large houses have just collapsed, and huge burning fire towers have just blocked every escape route.

The orcs who had hid in the safe area trembled with perspiration. They could only watch their compatriots devoured by the flames. Even if they covered their ears, they could hear their brothers crying and screaming in the blast of the city of flames.

There was also the wild laughter of the human death squad before their lives passed.

"Ha ha ha ha!" No regrets, no regrets, only the proud laugh when the enemy was killed.

The orcs discovered at this moment that they were in a common nightmare.

That nightmare is called Duke Marcus!

He once again burned countless orcs with flames.

Orgrim also jumped into the canal in the city. Even in the hot summer, the river seemed a bit warm, and still couldn't raise the temperature in his mind to the point of freezing.

This was an extremely painful trap, and his men lost more than half. If it weren't for the fire, he might have been killed by the mad counterattack of the black hand guard.

He couldn't remember how many Black Hand Guards he had killed with Destruction Hammer. It used to be a weapon that made him extremely proud. He used it to kill countless ogres and kill more than three-figure ferocious beasts in our world.

But now, under the light of the moon, the blood stained by the Doomhammer ran along the water of the canal.

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

However, Orgrim still had strong doubts and ominous premonitions in his heart.

It always felt that the words of Duke Marcus, who was more demon than the devil, did more than that.

Unconsciously, the moon was again enveloped by dark clouds. In the illuminated river water, they saw a series of golden runes extending to the riverside like a flame spreading.

"It's impossible !?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but screamed: "Everybody's on shore! Hurry! Otherwise it's too late!"

Orgrim called frantically to his men and his compatriots.

His men obeyed, and even if a little unwilling, they climbed up to the shore. Not far along the riverbank Qingshi Avenue, is a city wall that has been grilled by the flames to make the masonry red. These three-meter-high low walls, along with a canal that can serve as a moat if necessary, divide Stormwind into six main streets.

Even sitting on the bluestone on the shore, they can still feel the extreme heat. If Orgrim was not roaring and drinking to stop them, it is estimated that they would rather submerge their bodies into the still cool river water.

In fact, many orcs who are not directly under Orgrim do so.

They returned to the river, and also crossed the boundary between **** and the earth that the death had drawn on the ground with a sickle ...

As deep in the base of Stormwind City, a flaming sun is rising from the bottom of the ground, arching the earth, as if it is about to break out of the earth at any time.

Numerous runes glowing with golden light appear in the black soil below the canal. The orc in the river found that his toes could be clearly seen from the water ...

"Rumbled" the whole storm city shook.

From King Valley on the south to Stormwind Fortress on the north, from the western wizard area to the easternmost old town, every block was shaking, and the statue of Medivh standing in the king valley began to shake violently, and immediately, this This statue symbolizes the collapse of the patron saint of old times.

Each blue brick on the ground, along with the sand grains under the blue brick, waved up and down like waves, even more turbulent, and even threw the orcs lying on the ground to avoid the flames into the air, fell, and threw again.

The wooden beams and posts that had begun to burn through the flames made further crunches and bursts, accelerating the collapse of each house that had not yet collapsed.

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

The streets and roads that had no flames became the Flame Road.

The canal, which was supposed to be a sanctuary, every drop of water evaporated due to the high temperature.

The orcs who were still in the river were burned to death in a few blinks.

And water becomes water vapor.

The blazing water vapor has more terrifying lethality than the flames. The orcs couldn't suppress their breath, so they inhaled a lot of hot water vapor. These water vapors frantically destroyed the alveoli in the lungs. They only felt that the breath was not Air, but flame.

Even the orcs who climbed up the river bank did not escape the doom of death. They were just a little bit more lingering than their compatriots who stayed in the river, and then followed their companions.

The orcs in Stormwind made a fierce scream, and then everything began to go silent.

In the city, only the crackling sound of flames, the crackling of pillars, masonry or glass, were left.

In addition, the entire city fell into silence.

How many orcs can survive?

None of it!

The orcs who just ran out of the street or jumped into the river were almost completely destroyed. Only a handful of orcs trapped in the fire in the block escaped the pursuit of Death's Scythe.

Orgrim is not dead! He has a strong flame resistance and he is holding the flames, but he has burned a lot of his hair.

Climbing out of the less hot fire, Orgrim saw the scorched black bodies that filled the streets and river beds.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh

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

But this time.

Only this time!

Orgrim completely hates a human being, who is Duke, the new patron saint of Stormwind!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I will kill you! I swear that I will kill you even if I chase to the end of hell! I will peel off every piece of your flesh! Eat raw! I will eat every bone of you All buckled down and crushed completely! I'm going to whine! "

Orgrim knelt on the scorched earth that had been roasted by the flames.

It's over! The elite of the Blackrock clan was burned by a fire!

Even if there are still many people in the Blackrock clan in the camp, the blackstone clan will no longer be the largest clan in the tribe! (To be continued.)