The scorching air current carried the shockwave of the explosion, and blew General Nazgren, who had just climbed up from the ground, away.
As burly as he was, he was blown away in the Stronghold deep underground and tumbled a few times.
One could imagine how terrifying the attack power of the big bomb was.
A large area of the Underground Stronghold collapsed. When the Stronghold was built, there was no expectation of such a terrifying impact.
The Orcs were only wary of the Alliance's demolition team, but they didn't think that the Alliance would throw a "fake" tactical nuclear bomb.
Nazgren crashed through several walls and finally stopped when he hit a rock stratum. His whole body slammed into it, and then he fell into a crack in the rock stratum that was five stories high.
His body, which had been greatly strengthened by Yashaji's power, was not invincible. He covered his bleeding forehead and climbed up from the ground.
He immediately noticed that the stones on the ground were spinning strangely, as if they were dancing some ridiculous dance. The shockwave from the explosion had clearly stopped, although the center of the explosion had ignited a fire.
But the temperature under his feet was no less than the center of the explosion.
No, this was even worse than that.
Garrus Hellscream finally noticed the anomaly as well. The air was filled with the familiar smell of sulfur. It was as if he was in a dragon's lair and was being stared at by an adult ancient dragon. The dragon's breath was so hot that it seemed to be able to burn everything. The dragon's mouth was filled with flames that seemed to be able to burn everything.
He had been building his Underground Stronghold ever since he became the Great Chieftain. For this Stronghold, he had taken away a large number of laborers from various races. And Magatha had helped him transfer these laborers in the name of fighting against the Alliance.
The huge Underground Stronghold was very, very deep. Even a hundred-ton bomb like this couldn't blow through and collapse the entire Stronghold.
Perhaps the layers closest to the ground would become a mess, but as long as the deepest underground palace was fine, Garrus was confident that he could use this Underground Stronghold to kill all the Alliance invaders and drain every drop of blood from their bodies.
At that moment, Garrouch felt two pairs of eyes on him.
It was the gaze of Duke Marcus, whom he hated the most. It was as if there was a holy elephant of Duque standing in the middle of a temple in the void, and Duque was holding his father's shackles with one hand while staring at him with a mocking gaze. There was even a hateful smile on his face as if he was looking at a clown.
"Duque! Duke Marcus! I know you're watching! Come at me if you can! Come and kill me! "The Kucaron guards looked at their boss, dumbfounded, as though they had gone crazy for no reason.
In fact, it seemed to everyone that Garrouche was a little jumpy lately.
This time, it was different. A voice really came from the void. It was the voice of their strongest enemy.
"Kill you? I will! But I'm not interested in crawling into a rat hole and pulling out such a dirty person like you. " Duque's voice rang out. It sounded like an ethereal voice coming from a tall building in the morning mist. It was full of hallucinatory colors, but every word was clear.
"What! You dare to call such a majestic fortress a rat hole?! "The Brainless Roar exploded.
Duque did not answer him. Instead, he mocked, "You know what? When a ship is about to sink, the first thing to run out is definitely a rat … "
"Hey! What do you mean!? Answer me! You bastard Duque! "Garrouche roared angrily, but received no response.
No, that was not entirely true.
Duque responded in another way.
Rumble! Rumble!
The entire Orgrimmar trembled. Even the entire mountain range that Orgrimmar was attached to was trembling.
The terrifying heat began to scorch the lowest level of the underground fortress.
"Ahhh! So hot! So hot! "
The Kucaron guards who drank the Yasha-blackheart water were not immune to elemental damage, nor did they completely cut off their sense of pain. They were still living creatures. They could be hurt, afraid of pain, and they could die.
When the lowest level of the underground fortress was torn apart like a fragile biscuit by the sudden appearance of the underground camp, Duque's trump card finally showed its brilliance.
Bang! It was lava with a temperature of nearly 1200 degrees Celsius!
And it was definitely not normal fire elemental energy. The flames were violent and the temperature was as high as 8000 degrees Celsius.
"Ahhh! Not good! "
"Run!"
"If we don't run, we'll be burned to death!"
If it was any other situation, perhaps the Brainless Roar would have killed a few deserters on the spot to warn the others. Unfortunately, in the face of such unreasonable heat, if they did not want to be burnt to a crisp, the only way was to run.
Just as Duque had mocked, they ran towards the ground.
At this time, the Brainless Roar finally understood how Duque had done it. No one would have the imagination to imagine that the Lord of Fire, Duque, would be so generous.
Duque had directly pumped a large amount of lava from the Land of Fire south of Mount Hyjal through a tunnel dug by Oro's children, through half of Azshara and into Ogrimma.
If Duque was a true god, perhaps he would have done what the will of Azeroth had done and used the lava from the deepest part of the planet to destroy Ogrimma.
Unfortunately, Duque was not, so he could only settle for the next best thing and use the lava from the Land of Fire to destroy Ogrimma.
The earth rose in the midst of the rumbling. The tribesmen in the ruins of Orgrimmar did not die immediately. Like the snakes, rats, rats, and ants, they desperately tried to escape the city that they wanted to protect with their lives just a day ago.
They screamed and cried. They could not bear the sorrow, pain, and fear in their hearts.
In the face of such an apocalyptic disaster, the power of mortals was so insignificant and powerless.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A new crimson mountain replaced Orgrimmar. It grew taller and taller, spewing lava and thick black smoke in all directions.
The lava that flowed out of the volcano destroyed everything in its path, whether it was the once majestic palace, the sturdy city walls, or the lifeless bodies.
After dropping the bomb, Naxxramas, the Dalajan, and the Alliance fleet had already left the sky above Ogrimma at full speed. The nearest airship was three kilometers away from Naxxramas.
At this time, almost all the big shots of the Alliance had gathered in Naxxramas. They were not projections, but in person.
Everyone had come under Duque's invitation to witness the destruction of the Horde.
Duque's gaze seemed to look beyond the present and into the future. His voice was filled with a sense of holiness and determination.
"Once, Ogrimma represented the rebirth of the orcs, the rise of the new Horde, and the freedom from the control of the Alliance. In the past, strong enemies were waiting, and the Alliance had no chance to act. Now, the Alliance will take this opportunity to completely destroy the symbolic capital of the Horde! "
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