It had to be said that Anastrian had really put in a lot of effort for this new nest. In the absence of human resources, it could be said that he had made full use of the mechanics.
It was just that his poor imagination had limited the construction of the new Undercity.
He had never imagined that the hundred-meter rock stratum that he relied on as an absolute barrier would be broken in such a way.
No matter how many traps he had set up outside the new Undercity, what was the use of them?
They would not pass through your traps at all, and would directly enter the deepest part of your nest. Unless you had a bunch of big bombs hidden in your house and were prepared to die together with your enemies, the Forsaken who had participated in this betrayal would definitely kneel down.
Seeing the Beastmen and Blood Elf army descending from the city dome that was supposed to be a rock stratum, the Forsaken were all frightened.
"Ah! Don't kill me! I've been kidnapped … "A Forsaken shouted.
Unfortunately, what greeted him were the golden warhammers of the Blood Elf Paladins, the Holy Golden Arrows of the Blood Elf Rangers, and even the giant axes of the Beastmen warriors.
Hijacked?
Innocent?
Perhaps it was!
But everyone knew that those who had nothing to do with the Great Potion Master Putray had long been killed by his new plague in the battle of the Calamity City, and had returned to the Lich King's command.
The rest were either his hardcore accomplices, or at least 'neutrals' who knew what had happened but did not report it.
It was not that Saar had not thought of screening these guys. After all, the tribe still needed the Forsaken mages.
But Wojin reminded him that the anger of the Beastmen being betrayed could only be extinguished by destruction and death.
In any case, the Blackrock tribe had been betrayed again. This was an iron-clad fact.
The last time was the incident of the Blackhand Brothers twenty years ago.
For glory, for the discipline of the army, and for the stability of the tribe, Varrock Salufar, who had already set off for Northrend, would definitely suppress the remaining Blackrock Beastmen and other Beastmen from other clans who had been deceived in the Calamity City that day.
But every pair of eyes was watching the Great Chief's every move.
The Beastmen could allow those who disagreed to leave, but they absolutely could not tolerate this kind of betrayal on the battlefield.
Therefore, the elite assault troops led by the Frostwolf Clan were even more ruthless than the blood elves.
Besides, you claimed that you were innocent, yet you had the right to move freely in the New Undercity when you announced that you were leaving the tribe. Who were you trying to fool?
None of the Forgotten Ones still in the new Undercity were innocent!
When the huge battle axe descended, the Undyings whose muscles had long since lost their tenacity were torn apart.
His head was chopped into a rotten watermelon, his arms and legs were cut off like broken firewood, and his body was like a rotten rag bag, with the blackened and withered organs falling out …
Blood-curdling screams and wails of despair could be heard everywhere.
It was the same for the Beastmen and the Blood Elves.
There were no surrenders, and all the corpses of the Forgotten Ones were completely destroyed. The Blood Elf Priests and Holy Knights who followed up immediately sprinkled Holy Light and Holy Water, purifying all souls that could turn into vengeful spirits.
"Hahaha!" Cirvanas brandished the divine artifact longbow [Solidar Stars of Fury] and happily slaughtered the Forsaken.
That's right, he wasn't shooting arrows. Instead, he was using the curved structure of the longbow to slash the fleeing Forsaken with a martial technique that resembled a machete.
They were directly breached from the inside. Coupled with the huge explosion of the Great Bomb, many of the tunnels collapsed. The Forsaken ran around like blind flies before they were killed by the allied forces that caught up to them.
"No! Great Chief, don't kill me, I can serve you … "The captured royal pharmacist Putray screamed in fear.
"Serve you? Go to hell and be a slave to your traitorous compatriots for millions of years! " In front of the accompanying Troll Mages and under the live broadcast of the magic mirror, Sal grabbed Putray's collar and ruthlessly threw him to the ground.
The heavy and enormous combat boots stomped on Presley's waist, and with a crisp crack, that guy's entire lumbar vertebra and pelvic bones exploded.
"This is the fate of traitors!" Sal roared domineeringly, raising the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand.
Through the magic mirror, the Beastmen who were still resting in Northrend could clearly see their Great Chief's black hammer ruthlessly smashing down, smashing the head of that damned traitor into a rotten watermelon.
Hmm, a rotten watermelon that had expired.
Every Beastman raised their arms or weapons at this moment, letting out deafening roars!
"Well done!"
"Kill the traitor!"
"This is the price of betrayal …"
On the other side, Cirvanas found the Dreadlord Varimathas.
Almost as soon as she saw him, Queen Sylvanas felt as if she was in a predestined battle. She did not know that this sinister-looking demon in front of her would become her subordinate in the original space and time. She also did not know that in the Gates of Heaven's Wrath, he had also betrayed her.
At this point in time, Queen Sylvanas only knew that this disgusting guy in front of her was one of the main culprits who had participated in the destruction of Longsong Forest and Silvermoon City.
"No, no, I can …" The Dreadlord had no moral integrity.
Perhaps other demons hated death, but they were not too afraid of it.
Varimathas was different. Back then, he had entered Azeroth as a supervisor of the Scourge Army. Later, after Archimonde died, he and the other Dreadlords first sought refuge with Arthas, and then were instigated by Anastrian.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a slave of three different surnames.
It would be better if he did not die, but once he died, his soul would be forced back into the Twisting Nether. Although the three leaders of the Burning Legion were now kneeling, who could guarantee that they would not come back to deal with him when they resurrected in the future?
Thus, he knelt before Queen Sylvanas on the spot.
Unfortunately, if Sylvanas was the Forsaken Queen who had just taken over the Forsaken in the original history and was extremely lacking in power and helpers, she might have tolerated him.
Now that she was the Demigod of Azeroth, the true Queen of the Elves, and the partner of the Alliance Commander Duque, did she need a slave of three different surnames to be her subordinate?
Stop joking!
Sylvanas did not even care about him.
All she wanted was destruction and revenge.
"Good for the Scourge Army! Good for the Forsaken! Good for the Demons! Destroy them all! "Wind elements completely exploded from Queen Sylvanas' body.
A violent aura, overflowing with divinity, almost filled every corner of this dark palace.
When he saw the lightning bursting from Queen Sylvanas' divine longbow, the Dreadlord no longer had any hopes of getting lucky. He pounced over, and with a wave of his hand, a large ball of stinky [Rotten Bee Swarm] was thrown over.
Unfortunately, the dazzling lightning arrived with a loud rumble, turning everything in the large room into nothingness.
The violent thunderbolts destroyed everything ….
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