As a mixed-blood between an Ogre and an Orc, Rexxar had never been liked by his own kind. Ever since he joined this expedition across worlds, everything had changed.
At the very least, he was respected by Great Chief Orgrim.
In human terms, it would be a warrior dying for his bosom friend.
For Orgrim, he would not hesitate to block Duque's ultimate attack at Grim Batol.
So what if he was heavily injured?
So what if he was covered in wounds?
If he was fighting for the future of the tribe, then it was all worth it.
Now that he finally saw the light of victory, Rexxar was excited.
When he killed the row of humans in front of him with an extremely fast whirlwind axe, he suddenly realized that they had already killed through the front of the central formation.
Within a radius of a hundred meters, there was not a single human standing.
Was victory really coming?
Suddenly, every Orc heard a distant roar that seemed to come from ancient times. It was the sound of dragons.
They were once the mounts of the Orcs, but they broke free and became the nightmare of the entire tribe. The new members of the tribe showed confused expressions, and the faces of the veterans who had retreated from the frontlines darkened.
They still remembered how these ancient ferocious beasts, who were once on their side, had easily turned the army of a hundred thousand in front of Grim Batol Fortress into ashes. How they had destroyed the fortresses that the humans had sacrificed so much in Dan Moluo's territory, but could not advance even an inch. They were like toys.
The Orc's roars suddenly died down.
In contrast, the humans immediately erupted in the most enthusiastic cheers since the start of the war.
"Hahaha! The dragons are here, ugly green-skinned, you can all wait for death! "
"Repent in the flames of hell, green monsters!"
"The Red Dragon Army is of the Alliance. As long as the Red Dragons are here, you will never occupy our land!"
It seemed that every terrestrial race wanted to break free from the shackles of gravity, fly into the sky, and soar into the sky. This was an innate instinct and desire. Duque still remembered that in the World War II movies he watched before he transmigrated, almost every soldier would give the most enthusiastic cheers to the planes that swooped down from the sky.
The excitement of watching one's patron saint descend from the sky would never get tired of it no matter how many times it happened. Not to mention, it was a giant dragon that humans had revered for countless years since the birth of Azeroth.
Just when every single orc was stunned, panicked, and hopeless, Orgrim, the man who charged in front of all the orcs, the man who proved the honor of the orcs with his blood and bravery, once again stood on the high ground and raised the [Destroyer Hammer] that seemed to be flowing with lava.
The chief's rough roar echoed in all directions.
"Ignorant humans, do you think that dragons are the only rulers of this world? Hahaha! What a joke! Despicable lizard, you're going to pay the price for your arrogance! "
Orgrim shouted twice.
The first time was in the Orc language, and the second time was in the human language.
Following Orgrim's words, the human commanders felt gloomy for the first time.
Did Orgrim still have something up his sleeves?!
It wasn't just Lothar, Mograine, Terenas, and the others, even Duque, who was a transmigrator, was stunned. He frantically searched through his memories of this battle, "Damn, according to history, the orcs would definitely fall in the battle of Black Rock Mountain. Other than Orgrim killing Lothar, the orcs didn't even have a chance to retaliate. What the hell happened? Is it because of the 21% mismatch? "
It was as if he was replying to Duque, who was a transmigrator who randomly changed the plot.
Orgrim slammed his hammer onto the ground of the Scorching Canyon.
Bam!
In the next second, the hundreds of thousands of people fighting in the Scorching Canyon felt the ground shake. It wasn't caused by the heavy cavalry charging, nor was it caused by Orgrim's hammer. It was a vibration that came from the inside out, and the entire Scorching Canyon shook.
Other than the dwarves who had a lower center of gravity, almost all the soldiers, be it humans or orcs, fell to the ground.
Lothar, who had just started to rush forward from the rear, was hit at the same time by the Storm Kingdom's Knights and the Silver Hand Knights. They were galloping at high speed. Except for the members of the Silver Hand Knights who had outstanding horsemanship, many of the Storm Knights fell to the ground together with their horses.
Many horses broke their legs, and many knights broke their arms, legs, and even their necks before they even joined the battle.
Everywhere was a scene of chaos and chaos.
Taking advantage of the collapse of the human army, Orgrim took the opportunity to kill his way into the human army that was in disarray.
But at this time, other than the soldiers who were fighting, almost no one cared about the battle in the Scorching Canyon.
Compared to the existences of the mortal world, the existences that transcended the mortal world were more terrifying.
The Scorching Canyon was a lava canyon that stretched from the southwest to the northeast on the map.
The battlefield was a small plain near Blackrock Tower in the southeast.
Between this nameless plain and Charcoal Valley in the west, there was a huge rift that looked like it had been cut by a knife from above. The bottom of the rift was filled with churning lava.
Now, a terrifying roar came from the lava river at the bottom of the rift. Everyone couldn't help but look at the rift. As the ground shook violently, chunks the size of carriages fell from the edge of the rift valley, producing thunderous sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The lava river at the bottom of the rift began to gush upward.
"Roar!"
As if it was an illusion, the dwarves on the right felt as if they could hear the faint roar of some ancient behemoth coming from the magma.
"Did you hear that? There seems to be the sound of a monster in the rift? "
"You heard it too?"
The dwarves were discussing.
"What is that?" Sasha tugged at the sleeve of Duque's wizard robe, her face showing a complicated expression of excitement and nervousness.
"Duque, can you guess what it is?" Aurelia was the first to notice the constipated expression on Duque's face.
"Damn, I'd rather not guess it myself." Duque felt bitter.
"Roar!"
Once again!
This time, no one doubted it.
And it was getting closer. The roar was getting closer and closer. Everyone knew that the source of the roar was quickly approaching the surface from under the lava.
At this moment, almost everyone stopped fighting. Be it the human soldiers who were raising their shields or the orc warriors who were about to swing their axes, they all turned around in shock. They looked up and saw a terrifying stream of lava shooting up from the bottom of the rift towards the red dragon team!
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