The area of fire grew wider and wider. Looking down from the black sky, one would find that the entire city seemed to have been flooded.
It was a torrent of raging flames!
"Beep, beep, lalala."
Low houses, towering mansions, huge warehouses, and countless other houses that had been burned through collapsed one after another. Along with the continuous rumbling, countless orcs who could not dodge in time were crushed to death by the brick and wood houses in the narrow streets.
"Ah! Fire! Run! "
The streets and main roads had already been sealed off by the raging flames. At almost every important intersection, there were two large houses that had collapsed. The enormous burning towers just happened to block every path of escape.
The orcs who had already hidden in the safe zone were trembling in fear, cold sweat dripping down their backs. They could only watch as their compatriots were devoured by the flames. Even if they covered their ears, they could still hear the screams and cries of their brethren as they burned the city.
There was also the wild laughter of the human suicide squad before they lost their lives.
"Hahahaha!" There was no regret, only the wild laughter of an enemy being killed.
At that moment, the Orcs realized that they had fallen into a common nightmare.
That nightmare was named Duke Marcus.
Once again, he burned countless orcs to death with his flames.
Orgrim also jumped into the city's canal. Even though it was a hot summer day, the river water was still warm, but it did nothing to raise the temperature in his heart.
This was an extremely painful trap for him, and he lost more than half of his men. If it weren't for the fire, perhaps even the remaining half of his body would have been killed by the crazy counterattack of the Black Hand guards.
He could no longer remember how many Black Hand Guards he had killed with his [Hammer of Destruction]. It was once a weapon that he was immensely proud of. He had used it to slay countless ogres and over a hundred ferocious beasts in our world.
But now, under the moonlight, the blood on the Hammer of Destruction flowed along the water of the canal.
It was the blood of the Blackrock tribe, the blood of his fellow beastmen.
However, Orgrim still had a strong sense of doubt and ominous premonition.
He had a feeling that Duke Marcus, who was more devilish than the devil, had more tricks up his sleeves.
Unknowingly, the moon was shrouded in dark clouds again. In the shining river, they saw a series of golden runes extending to the riverside like flames.
"That's impossible!" Orgrim couldn't help but scream, "Get to the shore! Quick! Otherwise, it will be too late! "
Orgrim frantically called out to his men, his brethren.
His subordinates obeyed. Even if they were a little unwilling, they still climbed up to the shore. Not far from the bluestone path along the riverbank was the city wall that had been roasted by the Blazing Flame Street District until even the bricks had turned red. These three-meter-high low walls, together with canals that could act as moats when necessary, divided Stormwind City into six large districts.
Even though they were sitting on the bluestone by the riverbank, they could still feel the extreme heat. If it wasn't for Orgrim's roar, they would have sunk back into the cool water.
In fact, many Beastmen who were not directly under Orgrim had done so.
They returned to the river, and crossed the boundary between hell and the human world that the Grim Reaper had drawn with his scythe …
It was as if there was a blazing sun rising from the depths of Stormwind City, arching the earth as if it would break through at any time.
Countless golden runes glowed from the black soil beneath the canals. The Beastmen in the river could clearly see their toes from the surface of the water …
* Rumble * The entire Stormwind City shook.
From King's Valley in the south to Stormwind Fort in the north, from the Mage District in the west to the Old City in the east, every street was shaking. The statue of Medivh that stood in the middle of King's Valley began to shake violently. Then, the statue that symbolized the guardian of the old era began to crumble.
Every brick on the ground, along with the sand under them, rose and fell like waves, becoming more and more turbulent. Even the Beastmen who were hiding from the flames on the ground were thrown into the air, dropped down, and then thrown up again.
The wooden beams and pillars that were already starting to burn in the flames creaked and exploded one after another, speeding up the collapse of every house that had yet to collapse.
Then, the golden light shot out of the ground and into the bottom of the river.
The streets and roads that were originally without flames became roads of flames.
Every drop of water in the canals that were supposed to be shelters evaporated due to the high temperature.
The Beastmen who were still in the river were scalded to death in a few blinks of an eye.
And the water turned into steam.
The hot steam was even more lethal than the flames. The Orcs couldn't suppress their breathing, so they inhaled a large amount of hot steam. The steam destroyed the alveoli in their lungs, making them feel like they weren't breathing air, but fire.
Even the Beastmen who climbed up to the riverbank could not escape the fate of death. They only lingered on for a little longer than their brethren in the river, and then followed in the footsteps of their brethren.
All the Beastmen in Stormwind City screamed in agony, and then everything returned to silence.
In the city, there was only the crackling of the raging flames, and the crackling of pillars, bricks, and glass falling to the ground.
Other than that, the entire city fell into a deathly silence.
How many Beastmen could survive?
Not one in a hundred!
The Beastmen who ran out of the streets or jumped into the river were almost completely wiped out. Only a small number of Beastmen who were trapped in the fire managed to escape the Scythe of the Death God.
Orgrim did not die! With his high fire resistance, he managed to withstand the flames, but a lot of his hair was burned off.
Climbing out of the fire that was no longer as hot, Orgrim saw the charred corpses that filled the streets and riverbed.
"Ahhhhh — Duke Marcus —" He had never hated a person as much as he did now.
Even when he received news of his best friend Durotan's death, Orgrim still controlled his emotions.
But this time.
Only this time!
Orgrim completely hated a human. He was the new Guardian of Stormwind, Duque!
"Ahhhhhh — I will kill you! I swear, even if I have to chase you to the ends of hell, I will kill you! I will peel off every piece of your flesh! I will eat you alive! I will break every single bone in your body and crush them! I will — Wuuuuuu! "
On the scorched ground, Orgrim knelt down dejectedly.
It's over! The elites of the Black Rock Clan were all burned to ashes!
Even if there were still many Blackrock tribe members in the camp, they would no longer be the strongest tribe in the Horde!
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