After the Alliance hero squad had rested for a full five days, the Horde hero squad finally succeeded in killing Osrian the Scarless at the cost of three second-rate chiefs who had turned into undead warriors and two high-grade druids.
Sal was not satisfied with the result because the losses were too great.
But he couldn't complain.
Compared to the Alliance, the Horde obviously lacked healing methods. The Druids from Thunder Cliff and the Shamans trained by Orgrimmar were second-rate. Obviously, in terms of healing, the Alliance's priests and paladins were better. Moreover, the undead couldn't use natural healing spells, so they had to rely on the third-rate undead priests' [Dark Healing] magic.
Whether they admitted it or not, the Alliance's heroes were far better than the Horde in terms of endurance.
Kane refused to go into the arms of the Forgotten after the death of the Tauren Druid, and because of this, he had a bad relationship with Anastrian.
Sal was now twice as big as his head.
Fortunately, the spoils of war dropped by Osrian slightly diluted this faint sadness.
"This hammer is good, I want it." Orgrimmar had his eyes on the [Frosted Warhammer] that Osrian dropped. Compared to the semi-artifact [Hammer of Destruction] that he used before, this thing was a transitional item, except for the fact that the hammer head was square and looked like the Hammer of Destruction.
Sal's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something.
Orgrimmar patted Sal on the shoulder and said, "A dead man should look like a dead man. I'm already very happy to be able to jump out of the graveyard and continue to fight for the Horde. If I wanted the [Hammer of Destruction] back, I should have taken that thing to the grave instead of passing it on to you. "
"Thank you!" Sal said heavily.
His cold hand patted Sal on the shoulder and Orgrimmar smiled and said, "You have done very well. The young Great Chief. This was an undeniable victory. We should be laughing! Shouldn't we? "
"Yes …" Sal was halfway through his words when his face suddenly changed.
Not only him, but the entire Horde hero group was in shock.
The earth was trembling!
Something huge was breaking out of the ground.
In Naxxramas, various alarms were blaring.
Even though the floating fortress wouldn't be affected by the tremors of the ground, the elemental waves that were as strong as tsunamis still surged over, causing the entire fortress to sway like a lone boat in the middle of a stormy sea.
Duque's voice echoed throughout the fortress.
"Open the protective shield!"
"Lower the altitude!"
"Move the fortress to the north!"
"Close all the cannons and protective doors! Grab onto something that can stabilize your body and resist the impact! "
Naxxramas, who was thousands of meters in the air, was already in such a sorry state, let alone the frontline soldiers. Even if Duque had expected C 'Thun to erupt and withdrew the coalition forces at the Beetle Wall, the Beetle Gate could not be left undefended, so he still arranged a thousand-man brigade there. However, a few kilometers to the north of the Beetle Platform, there was a 30,000-strong mechanized army. The soldiers were all sitting on the steam tracked armored vehicles during shifts, and they could attack or retreat as they pleased.
From the looks of it, the thousand-man team was doomed.
The earth was roaring, and tens of thousands of tons of boulders arched up under the evil power, breaking through the sea of sand and floating to the ground. One by one, the sand dunes rose high and then exploded like bombs, sending rocks flying in all directions.
The coalition soldiers only saw a blur, and countless disgusting tentacles, like sharp knives piercing through a piece of paper, 'grew' out of the sea of sand.
These tentacles, with terrifying giant white hooks on their tips, or a large, disgusting eyeball, spun and pounced on every coalition soldier.
The soldiers who had no time to react were easily pierced through, or their whole bodies were torn into several pieces like a piece of paper.
Those disgusting tentacles with a large number of barbs on the surface were already frightening enough.
There were also a large number of eyeball tentacles, using their purple-white eyeballs to emit terrifying blue rays. The damage wasn't fatal, but this ray, which was similar to [Mental Whip], brought great pain to every soldier who was hit.
"Ahhhh —"
"No!"
"What is this!?"
"Fight back! Fight back! "
To be honest, artillery at close range was a tragedy. But the coalition soldiers had no choice, and their swords could hardly cause any damage to these tentacles. On the contrary, as long as they hesitated, it was likely that they would be carried into the depths of the earth together with the tank.
The huge pit, like a whirlpool, swallowed countless coalition soldiers. Was there a huge mouth with countless teeth under the quicksand? Or was it a wriggling mouth?
In grief and panic, the soldiers had no time to think.
But everyone knew that this should be the Ancient God C 'Thun that the higher-ups of the Alliance had repeatedly emphasized.
Every soldier guarding the Beetle Gate had been informed of the risks here in advance, and they had even left a suicide note at the request of the commander.
They couldn't accept it!
They were the best soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde.
They took turns to guard, maintaining the highest vigilance, but still couldn't do anything, and were one-sidedly slaughtered.
It wasn't that Duque didn't prepare a way out for them. More than 20 portals were open there 24 hours a day. Regardless of day or night, there were three platoons of Griffin Knights, Hippogryphs, or Wyverns in the sky to receive them at any time.
But everything happened too quickly, and almost in an instant, all the portals were destroyed, and all the Aerial Knights were shot down by the tentacles.
At this point, since there was no way out, many people mustered up all their courage, roared, and rushed towards the wriggling tentacles with mortar shells or explosives.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out continuously.
When Duque reacted and opened a new portal to receive them, only 68 out of a full team of a thousand returned, and most of them were left with lifelong disabilities.
Duque was silent, and his face was ashen.
He knew how terrifying C 'Thun was, but …
Jaina gently pulled Duque's hand. "Don't blame yourself, you've already done very well."
Varrock Salufar stood at the side with an agitated expression. His long fangs were clenched, and his green face seemed to have turned a dark green.
Magni was the most agitated. Because they wanted to retreat at any time, this team of a thousand was the most mechanized, which also meant that the ratio of dwarves was the highest.
He walked over, and his heavy armor made his steps seem even heavier. "Duque, I'm only asking you, we waited for five days. Was it worth it? "
Magni wasn't questioning Duque's decision. Actually, he was the same as many of the Alliance's powerhouses. He didn't understand why Duque had waited for five days. If waiting for the Horde's powerhouses was a bonus of 1, but C 'Thun's strength was a bonus of 10, then he might as well go and fight C' Thun right from the start after killing the Twin Emperors.
Duque couldn't tell Magni the answer, but his eyes shone with determination. He only answered Magni with one word, "Worth it!"
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