Looking down from the sky, one could see that this was like a hunt. With the two sky fortresses as the core, the Alliance's fleet began to bombard all the tribal targets around them.
As long as they saw a humanoid creature, they would immediately fire a cannonball. The cannons were at least a hundred millimeters in diameter or machine guns.
On the ground, countless elemental creatures appeared.
It was the fire elemental army commanded by Majordomo Executus. With the inverted triangular-shaped fat fire elemental as the main force, more than a hundred thousand elemental creatures slowly advanced, burning everything they could see.
The Alliance finally sent in land troops, allowing Ogrimma's mutated orc army to finally have a place to fight.
"Ahhhhh —"
They let out muffled, inhuman howls as they charged crazily at the fire elementals.
If they subconsciously looked down, they would see colorful insects crawling out from all corners of the dry and cracked red earth, fleeing in all directions with the goal of leaving Ogrimma.
Unfortunately, after being transformed by the blackheart water in Yashaji's heart, they could no longer be called normal creatures.
Not only did the mutated orcs' bodies become uglier, but Yashaji's negative emotional energy also poured into their minds.
There was no right or wrong, no self-will, only rage or fear that needed to be vented.
What they met head-on was a huge wave of flames created by thousands of fire elementals. The ten-meter-tall wave of flames advanced at every moment, spewing tongues of flame that could burn everything.
There was no pity, no hesitation. These fire elementals with weak self-will faithfully carried out their commander's orders. The highly intelligent fire demons were behind them, ordering them around.
Something that had never happened in the past ten thousand years was a large group of earth elemental creatures acting as the fire demons' bodyguards.
Not every mutated orc had such a violent spirit. Yashaji's negative emotions were diverse. There were mutated orcs who charged to their deaths out of fear, and there were orcs who retreated out of fear.
These mutated orcs who had lost their courage screamed and used their sharpened claws to dig into Ogrimma's towering brick and wood walls, quickly climbing over.
Many of them even broke through the walls supervised by the Koucharon Guards and escaped into Ogrimma. They crazily slaughtered any creature that stood in their way. This caused new chaos.
Despair, terror, panic, doubt … the pros and cons of the Seven Fiends were all revealed at this moment.
Just as the orthodox tribe of Orgrimmar fell into chaos, Naxxramas finally arrived at the top of Kalimdor's largest city, which had been built for fifteen years and was hailed as the symbol of the tribe's spirit.
Orgrimmar was so huge that it almost occupied the entire northern part of Durotar.
In real life, Orgrimmar wasn't a 'small town' that could be reached in a few minutes on horseback. Under the management of two generations of Great Chieftains, Orgrimmar was twelve kilometers long from east to west and eight kilometers wide from north to south.
Due to the mountains behind it, the zigzagging city boundaries made it difficult to calculate the area.
It was this city that was close to a hundred square kilometers that was now under the Alliance's siege.
Every single Orc who was still sane cried out in alarm when the Flying Fortress's shadow covered half of the city.
They could hear their voices breaking with fear.
They could sense the animosity from the Alliance.
There was no persuasion, no propaganda. Everything was different from what they knew of the Alliance.
They still remembered when Saar was Great Chieftain, the Alliance gave him almost unreserved support. If there was no food, they would give him food. If there was an injury or illness, they could borrow priests and doctors to cure their addiction to the devil's blood. When Saar said he wanted to go to Nagrand to save people, the Alliance gave him a ship without hesitation.
The Alliance used to be so kind.
Unfortunately, their unwillingness blinded their hearts. They envied the good life of the Alliance people to the point of going crazy, and their ambition fueled their arrogance.
At this time, a madman who advocated war resonated with their hearts.
Yes!
If there was no food, no territory, then they would just rob.
Everything was so natural.
They raised the banner of tradition and followed the madman to start the war. They saw the Alliance's retreat as weakness, and the small benefits they seized as the prelude to victory.
When the Alliance revealed its fiercest claws, the group of Orcs who were frogs at the bottom of a well discovered that they seemed to have provoked an opponent that they absolutely could not provoke.
"Was Garrusch wrong to be Great Chieftain?"
"Did we make a big mistake? We shouldn't have declared war on the Alliance?"
"Ancestor! Is Orgrimmar going to be destroyed? "
"Are we going to die?"
"Are the Orcs going to be finished?"
All kinds of negative emotions spread throughout the city, and screams rose and fell continuously. Other than the rough and angry shouts of the Kucaron Guards, there was weakness everywhere.
So what if Yashaji gave them a stronger body?
They couldn't fly.
This situation where they couldn't even resist, not even put up a last fight, was what made the Orcs feel the most despair.
Under the despairing gazes of nearly a million Orcs, the huge base of Naxxramas that destroyed the Twilight Fortress fell off another layer.
Everyone watched in horror as the huge black metal block that was bigger than ten Chieftain Halls fell from the sky, aiming at the dark alley in the center of the city.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
It was a loud noise that could shatter the sky and the earth. Every pebble on the ground of Orgrimmar trembled, and in the next moment, they were directly shaken into the sky by the vibration.
After being stepped on by countless people, the already solid ground was like a domino. After shattering into countless small pieces, it flew rapidly. From the inside out, it spread all the way.
In the next moment, it caused the most exaggerated explosion in Orgrimmar's history.
It was a dazzling light that could blind people's eyes.
The ear-piercing buzzing made everyone lose their hearing and balance, and their ears were filled with buzzing sounds.
After a moment of dizziness, the strongest survivors barely opened their eyes, only to find that in that instant, the explosion had destroyed most of the city, and all the buildings were directly blown away.
Dozens of streets were all razed to the ground, and every ruin was screaming and groaning in the flames.
The raging fire that engulfed the entire city spread further with the wind blowing from the east to the west. The city that was once full of Orc aesthetics was now completely gone, and there were shocking cracks everywhere, as if it had experienced a terrible earthquake.
No, even an earthquake couldn't have such amazing destructive power.
This was a complete annihilation of the Orcs!
The remaining Orcs had not yet reacted to this earth-shattering explosion when they immediately felt the ground start to shake again.
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